Title: Feline
Rating: T
Summary: The cat reminds Sam of Dean. Post- Dean/Sam, angst
It comes and goes as it pleases with dark, silky fur. Eyes acid green and burning. It knows Sam, knows the way he smells, the way he thinks, the way his hand feels down its back. The way it feels to sleep in his arms. It knows how to disappear too. Gone for three days and slinking back inside, cool and unconcerned. Leaping back into his arms without a care, knowing he'll take it back even when it smells of another. Even when it's not faithful.
It knows Sam loves it. Knows Sam loves Dean. Knows all it does is pour salt into the wound and rub a purring, rough tongue over the inflamed skin. So good it hurts. Sam sees Dean in its sleek body, the way it prowls casually, predatory across his motel bed. Sees the burning, intelligent eyes, the proud, unyielding personality. Sees Dean in the way he never stays in Sam's bed.
Sees Dean in the way it leaves and never comes back.