Author's note: I love my reviewers. Isn't this site just amazing? It brings together like minded people from all over the world. I've had reviews from France, the United States, England…. And a freak who lives few towns over. This chapter of 'Dean gets a cat' is dedicated to one of my best friends. Bec, this one is for you. (P.S This was the surprise)

Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the writing of this fanfiction. My muse however needed extensive physiotherapy :)

You know the drill; anything you recognise from the show belongs to the show. Mr Killmouseky and any NEW characters are mine. I hope you enjoy this new instalment of the Winchester pet adventures.

Blackmail is a beautiful thing.

Dean Winchester was humiliated. Completely and utterly humiliated. He would never be able to show his face in any respectable bar again. Who was he kidding? He'd never be able to show his face anywhere again. It was official he was moving to Greenland. No wait, that country was way too populated…. Maybe the South Pole? He'd heard Antarctica was nice and deadly this time of year.

Sam watched in amusement as Dean absently swished his beer around the glass. He'd been nursing that pint for close to an hour and had only swallowed a few sips. His brother looked so pitiful Sam almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Dean let out a deep sigh and risked a quick glance around the room. The bar they were in was situated just outside Koomsan Louisiana and was typical for a hunter's hangout. Dark, dank and full of quiet, lethal, men and women of the trade. It was a favourite of the Winchester brothers when they were in this part of the country. But Sam new that after tonight there was no way in hell Dean was ever coming back to this bar, he'd probably refuse to enter the state again.

Sam was going down……

That lanky, college FREAK was going so far down he'd end up in China. He was going to be so dead that nothing could save him. God! Dean hated his brother.

Two days earlier.

"…..But why?"

"Because I said so."

"'Because I said so' isn't a reason Dean"

"I said NO Sam."

'You're not the boss of me."

"Could you sound any more like a five year old?"

"Why not?"

"Because"

"God you are such a hypocrite."

"I am not!"

"You are too."

"Am not"

"Are tooooo."

"Am nooooot…..? I am not doing this."

"But Deeeaaan."

The Impala was screaming down the highway towards Louisiana. Their dad had sent them a text giving them co-ordinates for a small town that was under development. Sam figured it would be a routine disturbed spirit and wasn't particularly worried about facing off with the ghost. Because he had no research to do, no weapons to clean, no spell to memorise Sam was spending the trip begging his brother to let him have a puppy.

Dean was coming very close to throttling his baby brother. How the hell Dad had put up with them both was beyond him.

Sam had been through begging, screaming, arguing, almost weeping but not quite… after all he had a reputation to uphold. He'd tried bribing; wheedling, even offering to do all the washing for a year, but Dean wasn't having any of it.

"But you have a cat….."

It was that argument that Dean was having a hard time countering. After all it was difficult to claim that pets and hunting didn't mix when he had a kitten curled up on his lap.

Mr Killmouseky seemed to notice she was the centre of attention and woke from her nap to take advantage of it. Sam pointed at her viciously.

"That thing doesn't constitute a pet, Dean. She's evil incarnate. The devil in disguise." Mr Killmouseky yawned delicately and swished her tail happily from her throne upon Dean's lap.

Dean scratched her in that special spot behind her left ear. She twitched slightly in pleasure.

"Don't worry baby he doesn't mean it." She regarded Sam superiorly and snuggled back into Dean.

"I do mean it….. She's a monster."

"No she's not."

"Is….. Oh forget it. Do I need to leave you two alone?" he asked in disgust as the cat started licking Dean's fingers.

Dean smiled evilly at his brother. "You want a pet so bad? You can share mine if you want." Before Sam could recoil in horror Dean scooped his kitten up and dropped her in his brother's lap. They both shot him an identical look of disgust.

Dean burst out laughing.

"You two have a lot in common. I think you should bond over your mutual love of…Emo rock music…Catnip….I know, me"

Mr Killmouseky tilted her furry little head back and regarded Sam with big blue eyes. She stared at him for a long moment before shivering violently and curling up against his stomach, nestling into the warmth of his body.

Sam sat in complete stillness in the dark of their motel room. It was even cornier then their usual digs, Elvis themed, enough said. Dean slumbered peacefully in his purple Cadillac shaped bed, his soft breathing echoing in the small room. That was what Sam wanted to hear. Standing slowly from his position sitting on his bed Sam crept toward the bathroom. The shocking green tiles glowed even in the dark. Sam really didn't want to think about how they got that colour.

His prize was wrapped in a plastic bag he'd stashed in the shower recess.

'The room smelt funny.'

That was Dean's first thought as he opened his eyes the morning after Sam's midnight run to the bathroom. It was a weird smell, he knew he knew that smell, he just couldn't remember where he knew it from. Yawning Dean threw back the covers and frowned; something was stuck to his forehead. Cheeky ass had taped a note to his face. Boy was a quick learner.

Went out for breakfast, bring you back something.

Hey….Can I have that puppy now?

Did Sam really think that just because he brought him a lukewarm cup of coffee and half a doughnut he was going to give in?

I don't think so Sammy.

Dean grinned and jumped out of bed and looked around for his cat. Mr Killmouseky wasn't anywhere he could immediately see. But he could hear her meowing for her saucer of milk so he knew she was around here somewhere. That was when he saw it. The bundle of pink he saw on the corner of Sam's bed wasn't a hippie T-Shirt from his college days. It was his bloody CAT! Dean stood staring in shock as his little grey, now neon pink; kitten looked up at him happily. She stretched her legs and sheathed her claws before prancing over to him and swirling about his legs.

It was like some thing out of a really bad horror movie. A really, really bad horror movie where the ghosts are men in sheets and the damsel in distress is a cross dressing Ebola victim. One of those movies.

Mr Killmouseky didn't seemed fazed about her new look. She frolicked around contentedly while Dean warmed up some milk in the 30 year old microwave. Setting it down on the threadbare carpet he watched as she lapped it up. He liked his kitten, she as a major pain in the ass, but he liked her. But how the hell was he ever going to live down the fact that she was pink. He'd have to hide her in the car or in a motel until it grew out. He knew Sam wouldn't be so stupid as to use a water soluble dye. This wasn't going to grow out for months.

Dean sighed as if the weight of the world rested on his strong shoulders. Smiling sadly down at his diminutive friend he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Brushing his teeth in under the hot stream Dean stepped into the feral green shower. He knew for a fact that the green wasn't mould, because he'd made Sam scrub the thing last might. But still, the green thing freaked him out, it was like showering in a Gatorade bottle. Having soaped himself up with the fruity liquid soap stuff Sam uses and shampooed his hair Dean clamoured out, wrapped himself in a towel and flopped down on his bed, with his pink cat to watch MTV until Sam came back with some food.

When Sam waltzed through the door 15 minutes later the last thing Dean suspected for him to do was start photographing him half naked. Give him food…yes. Photograph…no. Once he'd gotten over the shock Dean threw the customary bedside bible at his brothers retreating back. It was another 10 minutes before Sam reappeared with the doughnuts.

"Dude what the hell was that about?" Dean asked more perplexed than pissed off, after all he had a healthy appreciation of his own beauty.

Sam grinned. "That my dear, sweet, god like brother, was the stating of my terms." His grin turned malicious.

"Either you let me have a puppy or I send copies of these to every person you've ever met." He threw a handful of shiny photos down on the bed next to Dean.

Dean picked them up like they were a bomb waiting to go off. He slowly shuffled through each frame taking time to absorb every detail.

Sam watched as conflicting emotions flittered across his brother's face. Fury, amusement, fear, he finally settled on down right wonder.

'I gotta admit Sammy, this is pretty good. But so what? Photo's of me and my cat napping or sharing Doritos will just increase my admiration in the eyes of the chicks." He threw the stack of photos back at his brother. "They dig a guy who's sharing and caring."

Sam smiled grimly "I didn't want it to come to this Dean. I really didn't."

Sam passed him a few more photos.

Dean's mouth gapped open like a gold fish.

There he was, lying on the bed, wrapped in just a motel towel, with his cat curled up on his chest, and to top it off they were both PINK!

"You bastard…" Dean whispered.

"Revenge for the Nair."

"Yeah but at least you could go out bald. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Dean jumped up and ran to the cracked mirror by the door. Absently combing his fingers threw his now shockingly pink hair. He scowled at Sam, who, to his credit, had yet to give in to his obvious mirth.

"So what do you say?"

"I refuse to bargain with the likes of you." He spat out venomously.

Sam looked sadly at his, now neon brother.

"Too bad, you asked for it."

Present.

"You did ask for it." Sam said knowingly.

"I want to know how you did it. How did you dye my hair in my sleep?"

Laughing Sam chugged down the remnants of his beer. "I didn't do it, you did."

Dean shook his head at his own stupidity. "The Shampoo?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"And the body wash…"

Sam grinned. "That will take a while to build to its full colour though, by tomorrow every hair on your body will be a lovely shade of orange." Dean looked dumbfounded. "Should clash beautifully with your hair."

Clapping his brother on the shoulder, Sam stood up. Leaning over to grab his jacket he whispered into Dean's ear.

"Kidding."

Dean elbowed him in the stomach.

"Jerk."

Dean stood up quickly almost pushing his brother to the floor.

"Come on dick wad lets go"

"Where we going?"

Sam smiled at him when as they threw down their money and left the bar. The late afternoon sun momentarily blinded him so he didn't see Dean wince and rub at his eyes in defeat.

"The pound doesn't close til 6. If we hurry you can get your stupid mutt before it shuts."

This chapter was harder to write than the two previous ones. Originally this story was going to be a one-shot but because of the many pleas form my lovely reviewers I've extended it. Thus I had to introduce some semblance of a plot. Please let me know if I succeeded. Hit that pretty little review button, you know you want too. Stay tuned because next chapter Sammy chooses his pup. Take care. XOXO