Description: Gen. The boys have a small problem.
Disclaimer: This Sam and Dean are real. They are not mine, not because I didn't want them, but rather because my cat wanted them too much. My head cannon regarding their predicament may or may not be truthful, unfortunately Sam and Dean can't
“You were the one leering at the witch’s cleavage, Dean.”
“According to you we were looking for a Mister Witch, Einstein.”
“Two witches Dean. Two. I wasn’t wrong.”
“Freakin’ witches. Man I hate witches!”
*Scratch, scrabble, munch*
"Don't give me that beady eyed bitchface, Sam.”
“Fine. Eat your sunflower seeds. Your fur’s all dry.”
“Freakin’ rabbit food. It’s disgusting.”
“Rat food, its rat food Dean and its nutritionally balanced.”
of cuddling into his owner's cleavage and Sam rebukes him with a swift nip to the end of his tail. They like to snuggle up together in a nest of soft tissue and Dean's paws twitch in his sleep. Of course Sam teases him about this relentlessly and Dean denies it.