Disclaimer: The characters of Dean, Sam and that magnificent car belong to someone else. Mr Killmouseky however is all mine.

Author's note: I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed 'Dean gets a cat' and/or 'Loosing me would mean he was wrong.' It means a lot to all writers to get some feedback and even more when the reviews are as nice as those that have been sent to me. Many people have asked that I continue to write the adventures of Mr Killmouseky and Dean so I have put my larger fic on hold to bring you this next instalment of 'Dean gets a cat'.

I am not jealous of a cat!

Here is list of the things Dean hates about his cat.

1.) He is a she. Dean Winchester doesn't want some chick constantly pouting and moping and snuggling up to him when he's pissed off at her just so he'll pay for her dinner and then take her home. And then once he does take her back to his place she gets all coy and makes friends with Sam just to make him jealous. He doesn't need this crap.

2.) He hates the way she can wrap him around her little finger….ah claw? All she has to do is give him that look and he'll pat her or feed her or kick Sam out of the front seat so she can sit next to him. It's infuriating and a complete diminishment of his manly prowess.

3.) Sam loves this cat. He seems to enjoy snapping pictures on his phone of Dean and his kitten napping or watching TV or sharing a bag of Doritos and a mouse. Bastard has 63 photos already and even stealing his phone to delete them is no good because Sam sent them to his secure email address that Dean doesn't know the password to. Just wait Sammy you are so going down.

4.) She costs a friggin fortune. He had to take her to the vet to get shots and make sure the Impala didn't bite her or something. She needs food…. And she's a total snob! She won't eat the generic brand cat food only the swanky $12 a tiny can stuff. A tiny little grey kitten costs more to feed than his 23 year old, 6" 4 brother. It's completely ridiculous. Not to mention the fact he had to buy a little basket for her to sleep in and one of those squeaky mouse toys that she loves to squeak just as he and Sam are about to fall asleep.

5.) She's impossible to catch, little shit runs faster than that Necromancer they hunted a while back. And that dead chick could run! She hides under beds, in bathroom cupboards; she even managed to climb into the Impala's exhaust pipe…. He very nearly killed her then and there. And don't even get him started on the kitty litter tray.

Dean Winchester ran through a complete list of 24 grievances his new friend had committed in the three days he'd had her. There was only one plus he could really think of to owning a kitten. Girls loved pets. The chick that runs the motel practically took off her bra when she saw Dean feeding his cat. Dean grinned at the memory.

It was early morning and the sun had just started to creep out across the sky. The dingy motel room slowly brightened and Dean listened to the quiet sound of his kid brother sleeping in the other single bed. Dean looked over at Sam and snorted in amusement when he saw Sam spread eagled on his back, his feet hanging a good foot off the end of the bed. Dude was way too tall. He had one arm draped across his eyes and seemed to be sleeping soundly. Which made for a nice change to the nightmares and visions. Dean swung a leg out of the bed and threw off his covers. Making his way silently into the bathroom he grabbed a quick shower and decided to make a donut run. Breakfast food of champions.

Sam woke with a start about half an hour later and lay for a while wondering what had woken him. The message Dean had left taped to his forehead said he'd gone out to get food so he knew Dean hadn't woken him. That's when he saw her. She was sitting at the foot of his bed just staring at him. Her big blue eyes wouldn't blink and when she licked her lips and twitched her whiskers Sam was truly fearful of his life. They stared at each other with growing malice, each unwilling to be the first to look away. Eventually Sam cracked it and threw his pillow at her but she darted out of the way just in the nick of time. Her tail swished at him with disdain and she leapt across the small space separating the beds to curl up in the warmth of Dean's bedclothes. Sam shot her a look of pure hatred.

"I saved you scrawny ass back there you know? If it weren't for me you'd be road kill by now. What do you think about that?"

She ignored him.

Sam shuffled into the bathroom to brush his pearly whites. Then he made his bed, then changed his mind and buried the cat in his bed sheets. Mr Killmouseky squealed and clawed her way out of her makeshift prison. She shot Sam a look that could kill and proceeded to march across the room with her tail stylishly swinging to and fro like a pendulum. Sam sat himself down at the table and powered up his laptop. After up loading the latest photos of Dean and his cat (blackmail is a beautiful thing) he surfed for a new gig. They'd finished up in Little Glen (a town neither little nor remotely resembling a glen) quicker than they'd expected so they were in need of something new to kill. He added some new 'maybes' into his favourite list and closed his computer.

Where had that damn cat gone?

She wasn't near him, or eating, or drinking or using the litter box. She wasn't in the beds, under the beds or stuck in the space between the beds and the wall. She hadn't drowned herself in the toilet, shower or sink. She wasn't hiding in Dean's duffel bag or Sam's backpack. Sam searched frantically for the diminutive lioness but couldn't find her anywhere.

Dean came home to find his brother lying in his boxers, on his stomach, on the floor with his eye pressed up against a mouse hole. A torch was on in his hand and he had a box of cat treats in the other. Dean watched in amusement through the window of the motel room as Sam backed up on his hands and knees, shook the box, called out the cats name, then launched himself back at the hole to try and catch a glimpse of the little mutt.

Dean very nearly scalded himself of the super hot coffee he'd grabbed along with the jam donuts. His sides ached from laughing so hard and trying to stay quiet at the same time. Mr Killmouseky sat on the window sill just behind the glass looking at him disapprovingly. Poor Sam, he really shouldn't have left him alone with a being that had such a superior intellect.

After ten more minutes Sam gave up and started swearing at the mouse hole.

"You stupid bloody thing… You think Dean likes you more than me? Well he doesn't, he only keeps you around because he feels sorry for you. And he'll get bored in a few days and leave you one the side of a road somewhere and I hope something EATS YOU!" Sam threw himself onto his sheet-less bed and curled into the foetal position. He'd faced down the devil himself and survived why was this damn cat annoying him so much?

Dean entered the room, chucked his keys and wallet on the bench and handed his frazzled brother a cup of still warm coffee. Sam couldn't meet Dean's gaze. The first pet Dean had ever had and Sam lets it get itself stuck in the wall. How she'd got in there he didn't want to think about, but it had been the only explanation. She'd been nowhere he could find.

Dean sat watching his brother in silence. He didn't ask about the cat, he was enjoying watching Sam squirm too much. Sam ate three Jam donuts not even tasting them before he noticed the feral grin on Dean's face.

Rightfully suspicious Sam raised one eyebrow. "What?"

Dean gestured toward the window and Sam saw to his shock that bloody cat licking her paws on the window sill.

The look on Sam's face was priceless and Dean laughed uncontrollably for a few minutes, not stopping until he was blue in the face and close to asphyxiation.

Finally pulling himself together Dean brushed the sugar from his lips and ruffled Sam's hair.

"Don't worry Sammy, there's no need to be jealous, you're still my favourite lower being."

Laughing he scooped up his bags and the cat before heading out to the Impala.

The door slammed shut on Sam's screamed reply of "I am not jealous of a cat!"

20 minutes later two men, three duffle bags, one laptop, 348 weapons and a tiny grey cat roared out of town in the Impala.

Sam sighed and banged his head against the window.

"Dean can I get a puppy?"

-FIN

WOW that was FUN to write. Was it funny? I cracked myself up. But that doesn't mean it was funny it just means I need to up my medication (Joke, I'm not really crazy, don't listen to them, I'm really not. Shut up Bec)

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There might be a sequel, how would you like to hear about Sam begging Dean for puppy?

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