About 6 hours earlier

Sam groaned as he woke, he'd only just managed to open his eyes when he saw the witch knock Dean out "Dean!" he shouted with a raspy voice. "Bitch! What the hell do you want?!" Sam growled, struggling against the tree he was still pinned to.

Mary turned and looked Sam up and down before letting him go, falling to the ground and without another word Sam crawled over to his older sibling to inspect the damage. When he found nothing but a bruise forming on Dean's head he sighed, knowing his brother would be okay after some rest, upon achieving the first task there was still another major issue looming over him.

Sam stood up and faced Mary; she stood there with arms crossed over her chest "Sam… Poor poor Sam…" he hummed almost circling him. The younger couldn't keep his eyes off her, his brows knitted in a frown, his hands fisted ready to defend himself and his brother.

"The boy with the demon blood in him, the boy who was meant to lead the new demon army" she continued, causing a snarl to come out of Sam "Shut. Up." He instructed dryly, his breath becoming ridged as he knew most of what had happened to him and Dean was his fault, or so he believed. "And now his brother is going to Hell and its all his fault" she smirked, trying to rile Sam up, Sam knew this but he couldn't help but let it get to him as this is how he felt too, even though it wasn't true.

"So what? You just here to kidnap men and tell them their innermost feelings and thoughts?" Sam asked taking a step away from the witch, Mary then shook her head ever so slightly with a chuckle "No Sam, I'm not the one kidnapping men…" This information confused Sam to the point where he just didn't believe her.

"You're lying…"

"I'm not a demon Sam… I'm not lying"

"And what makes you think I'd ever believe you?" Sam asked

"Because" The witch took a few steps towards Sam, resting a hand on his chest and rubbing it slowly "I can show you the truth, through the eyes of my favorite creature" Mary said and locked eyes with an extremely confused Sam.

"You… what?" he asked, his head involuntarily shaking in confusion. Mary took a step back and closed her eyes, she retrieved a knife from her thigh belt and carved a sigil into her palm before facing the bloody pattern towards Sam and reciting a spell. "Hominem vertitur in felem. catum per oculos videt veritatem. salutem patefacta veritate iustitiae." From this spell, a glow came from the witches hand and she quickly placed her hand on Sam's forehead, everything went white.

"Sammy~" Sam blinked his eyes open, he could see Mary crouched over him, she looked huge! It was at that moment Sam realized the changes.

His vision was crystal clear, he could zoom in and out as if he were a camera but with a strange fish-eye lens effect. The colours were intensified; though it was dark he could see as if it were light. His ears twitched, they could hear traffic from 4 miles away, and a fly's wings flap from the cabin window. Finally, he could smell, he could smell the putrid chemicals of the witch and the sweet scent of his brother, as well as, the musky forest floor and the damp of the old cabin.

'What happened to me?' Sam thought as he found that he couldn't speak, only a 'Meow' came out of his small muzzle. Mary, however, seemed to be able to hear his thoughts as she replied: "I have turned you into a creature of trust, independence, and serenity".

Sam blinked and stood up on all fours, looking at himself the best he could before the witch pulled out a mirror for him to look at himself. Upon doing so he jumped back as cats do, his fur sticking up, his tail bushing and his fangs showing as he hissed, not liking what he saw 'I'm a fucking cat!?' he asked and looked up at Mary with a growl.

Mary couldn't help but laugh at the cat-like reaction she got from him "Yes, Sam, you are a cat, and you will remain to be so until said time" she told him putting the mirror away and reached out stroking his head softly.

Sam wanted to pull back but something in his head stopped him, he liked the petting, causing a low purr to erupt from within him, his chest vibrated enjoying the stroke. It was as if he were high on something but he soon pulled himself away 'what do you mean, until said time?' Sam asked but before he could get an answer the witch was gone!

Sam looked around and huffed before going to his brother and pawing his face 'Dean! Dean wake up!' he yelled from inside, his outer self just meowing loudly. Nevertheless, he received nothing… What was he going to do!?

After a couple of hour waiting for his brother to wake up he decided to check out the cabin, perhaps there were clues there. He stood and started making his way to the single wooden cabin, all damp and smelling of rot. He was still getting used to his new body but he surprisingly adjusted quickly, using his springy back legs he jumped up to the windowsill and looked inside.

Nothing…

Sam sighed, he wanted to cry but he knew he had bigger things to worry about then freaking out. His brother had been unconscious for longer than he'd like, he was a cat, the disappearances weren't the witches doing apparently so what was taking the men? All these questions ran through the youngest brothers head as he managed to claw the door open and sneak in, only to be trapped when the door closed behind him and he couldn't re-open it.

'Fuck!' he cursed at himself 'what am I going to do?' Sam jumped on to the sofa chair sitting in the corner, he couldn't hold back any longer, this was all just too much…

For the next few hours Sam cried, he scratched and let out his distress, anger, frustration.

Then, he heard the door open and saw his brother, Dean glowed as if he were an angel coming to rescue him! Sam ran and jumped at his brother, not caring that he'd knocked him over. 'Dean! Oh, thank god! You're okay! Dean! I'm a cat! What are we going to do!?' he meowed and cried out for help but soon realized that Dean didn't know who he was. He had to find a way to tell him…