Dean didn't know how long it had been, he just knew that he had a splitting headache and was lying on a hard and slightly damp floor. He opened his eyes slightly, blinking to try and focus on anything but it was dark, he guessed he'd been unconscious for about 6 or 7 hours at least.

Then it hit him.

SAM

He sat up and groaned slightly, regretting the sudden movement but he had to see if his brother was okay! He reached into his pocket for his torch and turned it on, using the tree to help him stand before shining the light in every direction trying to find his little sibling. "SAM!" he called out loudly and went to the spot he remembered seeing Sam last, however, nothing remained but Sam's clothing?

Dean crouched down and touched the clothes, picking them up a bit with knitted brows 'Sam wasn't running around naked was he?' he thought to himself. The witch was gone and Sam too seemingly... Dean's panic attack started up again, he could almost feel the warm tears stinging his eyes... he felt alone... not again... he refused to live the last year of his life alone without knowing Sam was safe!...

Dean looked around the area a bit more before shining his torch up at the cabin, he figured that would be the next best place to look. Walking up to the door, torch and gun in hand, he opened it with a loud creak before looking inside.

Dean was just about to step in when suddenly a shape ran at him with such force that when it jumped to his chest and clung on tight, knocking Dean backward, tripping over the step and falling on his back in a pile of leaves. "Ah!.. Shit... What the hell was that?" he groaned, rubbing the back of his head before feeling something small and warm trembling on his chest, he could feel claws digging into his shirt as it clung on to him.

Dean moved his hand around to locate his torch before shining the light on the creature seemingly attached to him "Uh... excuse me kitty... can you get off?" he asked seriously confused trying to push the beast off him, but it wouldn't budge. He sat up and that seemed to do enough of a trick as the cat landed on his thighs. Dean sighed, "you haven't seen my dorky brother have you?" he asked worry evident in his voice.

This cat didn't seem scared of him but he couldn't get up with it on him... he quickly grabbed its scruff and lifted it up, the cat curled a bit and remained still while being held. Dean then picked up his gun and walked into the cabin, shutting the door behind him and putting the cat on the table before searching for a source of light. To the older brothers surprise, the cabin seemed to have electric lighting, flipping the switch he sighed and went to sit in the chair next to the table.

"Sam... where are you..."

The cat just looked at Dean and meowed, catching the Winchesters attention; Dean had a proper view of the cat now they were in the light. The cat was medium sized but larger than a regular domestic cat, it had soft reddish-brown fur and a bushy tail. Nevertheless, it was the eyes of the cat that caught Deans attention the most, it was the most unusual colour for a cat he'd ever seen, they were a green-hazel with a splash of blue close to the slit-shaped pupil, this cats eyes reminded him of his brothers.

"So kitty... what's your name?" Dean asked, honestly he was exhausted both physically and mentally and extreme worry for his younger brother was just worsening his condition.

The cat looked at Dean with an almost sad and scared expression, Dean couldn't help but notice, "you look like a smart cat... maybe you belong to the witch" he hummed "Maybe you can understand English?" he asked and wasn't expecting a response. So when the cat nodded he almost fell off his chair "Whoa!... what the?! Can... can you understand me?" he asked, the cat nodded again.

Deans eyes were so wide he was sure they'd fall out "O-Okay then... umm... have you seen my brother? Big guy, you can't miss him" the cat nods again and Dean sighs in relief "Can you show me where he is?" he asked standing in hopes of following the cat but it doesn't move, instead, it nods before clawing at the table. Dean blinks and sighs "Maybe I'm just going mad... I'm talking to a cat..." he sighs and crosses his arms on the table burying his head in it.

A few moments later he feels the cat pawing at the top his head, he moans for the cat to go away but when it doesn't stop he lifts his head "Stop it!" he growls, the cat moves back a bit before pawing at the marks it had made on the table.

Dean frowns in confusion, the cat clawed out an X on the table "Ummm... X?" he asked looking at the cat and then back at the X "X marks the spot right?" he asked again and the cat seemingly nods.

"So what? You want me to get a map and you can mark where Sammy is?" he asked hope rising again but the cat appears to be shaking its head "What then?!" Dean was beginning to get majorly frustrated until the cat moves forward and sits on the X.

And that is when it clicked in Deans mind.

"Sam? Sammy is that you?" He asked the cat, the cat looked at Dean with a look of relief as it nodded its head vigorously and moved to nuzzle Deans hand with its face.

"Oh my god, Sammy! What did she do to you?!" he shouted in relief but also panic with a slight bit of anger as he pet Sam's soft fur behind his ears.

Hope you're still enjoying ^_^ If anyone was interested, most of the things like the state, the national park and the motel are all real haha you can look them up :D And if you wanted to know what kind of kitty I chose Sam to be look up 'Brown Somali Cat' ^_^ I love this cat, one of my favs along with the Egyptian Mau~ 3