There was a crash from the general area of the living room. Merlin and Arthur sprang apart, and Merlin sucked in a breath when the small gun appeared in Arthur’s hand. “Something something glad to see me,” he muttered, “shut up,” Arthur hissed, turning towards the open office door.
There was a strange skittering sound, Arthur’s bare back was so tense the muscles could have been carved from granite. Then a small, familiar figure slunk into view. “Aithusa!”
The diminutive white dragon rolled onto her back and stretched out one forelimb to bat at the bottle lid on the floor in front of her, sending it clattering across the floor. Arthur relaxed, turning back to Merlin; “what do you look so upset about?” He asked, the teasing light slowly coming back to his eyes, “it’s your pet, right?”
Merlin stared at the bottle cap in disbelief, “I’ll be damned,” he said, “lowkey cats”
Me: *Trying to write/ talk to friends*
My cat: Sup bitch? I know I ripped your hand to shreds this morning and usually hate you but I'm feeling needy.
Me: Busy at the moment
My cat: Didn’t ask you.
My cat: Pat me while I purr
My cat: Let me just . . . *proceeds to put her powder puff paws on my boobage and lick my eyelids*
Me: I’m not encouraging your bad behaviour.
My cat: Then I’ll just keep behaving badly.
Me: Fucking fine.
*goes to pat little fuck*
My cat: Ha jk, fuck you bitch.
*sits on my phone instead*
Me: Fuck you.
My cat: Imma keep purring so you’re the asshole.
Me: Fine, it’s not like I’m busy or nothing.
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Sam, Reader, Rowena; Dean x Reader
Summary: It’s never a good idea to accept candy while being on a witch hunt.
Note: Yeah...Seems like my lazy ass finally finished part II which was planned to be the end, but i couldn’t get there
Wordcount: ~1,500
Warnings: pretty weird, spells, cats, allergies, fluffy fluff of doom, awkwardness….I really don’t know what else to write here…
His fingers hover over the witch’s number. He looks at you and reaches after you with a sight. “Dean! No! You’re allergic! I don’t want you to suffer more, than you already do!” You slip back a bit, just out of his reach and place your fluffy ass on the corner of the bed. He groans and follows you. Pulling you in his lap he says, grumpy as ever: “Don’t give a shit about it right now, sweetheart! And now you shut up and let me cuddle you, while I call Rowena.” It’s your time to sigh but you won’t complain about him holding you close against his body, his free hand running softly over your head. The other hand finally hitting the call button he lifts it to his ear. You can hear the squeaking toots and cuddle up just a bit closer. After the fifth ring the witch finally picks up. “Whit?!” “Hello to you as well, Rowena.” “Yeah, right. You would never call just to say “Hello”! So what do you need, Winchester?!” Her Scottish accent left you smiling while you curled up in Deans lap. “We need your help.” Dean mumbles and looks at your paws that started crawling in his jeans. “Sorry”, you whisper and it takes all the effort to stop it. “Really, Who’d hae thunk!” The sarcasm is dripping through the phone and Dean exhales shaking as he tries not to explode right there. “Yeah…sorry to bother you, but it’s about Y/N.” “Oh! What has the girl done thes time? She disappeared again to see the doctur and you need to find her?” “HEY” – you flinch and press your ears to your skull – “That was one time, ok?! And this time I don’t need to find her! Actually she’s with me right now! Mind to say “Hi”, sweetheart?” You giggle as he holds the phone in your face before you meow at him. You can almost hear Rowena’s eyes roll. “Dean, that’s a cat and definitely not Y/N.” Again you giggle the phone still in front of you. “It’s really me, Rowena.” “Y/N?! Please tell me you finally convinced Dean to get a cat.” He presses a button on his phone turning her onto speaker “Oh I wish she did. But she decided taking – was it a lemon drop? “ You nod in approval. “a lemon drop it is - from a stranger was a good idea” Dean sighs and gives you a judging look. “Hey! You know I have a soft side for them!” you press your tongue to your front teeth, making him chuckle. “Sweetheart, that looks just derpy. -
-Anyway. Do you think you could pass by and help us?” “…Y…Y/N got turned into a moggie by …by a lemon drap… Wa didn’t ye start wi' 'at?!” you flinch as her voice gets higher as well as louder with the last sentence and hop off Deans lap searching for a quieter place underneath the bed. “OK, where are you? I’ll be there as fast as possible!” “Carlisle, Ohio. First motel when you leave the 75 in the direction of Franclin”, he explained to her looking worried at you and giving you an apologetic look. “I’m on my way, shouldn’t take me too long.” With that she hung up. Dean places the phone back on the nightstand and kneels in front of you. “Darling? ‘re you ok?” You take a deep breath and exhale, still being a bit shaky. “ ‘m fine. Our favorite witch was just a bit too loud for me…” “Come here, kid” with that Dean scoops you up and places you on his lap, crawling this great spot right under your chin. You can’t other than sigh and start purring, drowning the complain that wants to rise from your lungs. Instead you snuggle a bit closer into him and close your eyes, breathing deeply and your feet crawling into his jeans. Before you know it you start dozing off, with his hand still moving calming over your (Y/H/C) fur.
When you wake up it’s because of the harsh movement of the body under you, that throws you off the soft, moving and warm cushion. Before you’re even close to being awake you’re landing on the floor. You hiss at the sleep interrupter and jump back on the bed where Dean – still dizzy – holds his gun in the direction of the persons head. “Whoawhoa! Calm down tiger! It’s just me! I’m coming in peace and offer you bacon and stuff against your allergy!” “Oh…Hey, Sammy…” Deans voice sounds very nasal, his eyes are puffy and an angry red. “It’s Sam. Here take those, two for now and ad another one in four to five hours.” Sam explains and throws a package at his brother. After that he lets himself fall onto the other bed, patting the mattress next to him, telling you to come next to him and leave Dean alone for now. You do as your told and plant your furry ass next to the younger Winchester. While Dean got up to grab some water from the minibar, you updated Sam on your conversation with Rowena and he told you what he found out about the pet shop that you had visited. Dean had crashed on the sofa and was watching the two of you in amusement. No, actually he was only watching you. A Y/H/C furred, ball of fluffiness with sharp claws and teeth, talking to the giant he called his brother. Just as he thought that this couldn’t turn more ridiculous you placed your tiny front paws on his shoulder and started rubbing against his cheek. “Sweetheart…what are you doing there?!” He chuckled eyes glued to the scene. “Uhm…” if you were still in your body, your cheeks would be burning hot and red now. But in this body only the twitch of your tail gave a hint of the situation being uncomfortable for you. “Y/N? Are you…are you scent marking me?!” As Sam says that you’re able to see his ears turning pink and quickly remove yourself from him. “No!” you answer just a bit too fast and too loud. “Sam what do you mean “scent marking” Dean got curious and watches you closely. “Uhm...you know how cats rub against peoples legs and corners and stuff?” “Of course, Samantha. I don’t like cats. That doesn’t mean that I don’t know anything about them.” “Yeah…exactly…so they do that to mark their…mark their territory…In other words: to show other cats what belongs to them…” The pink of Sams ears spread over his face and neck now and you could feel his embarrassment and hid your face under your paws. “Y/N…did you just tell other cats to stay away from, Sam?!” You made your body as small as possible as you tried to hide from his offended look. “Dean…I promise, it’s not what it looks like. Sam is family. I didn’t want to do that. It just felt necessary to show it…” you explain sheepishly to him and look scared at him. “Then why didn’t you mark me?!” oh…was he…was he really? “Dean? Are you jealous?!” you sit up again and look amazed at your partner in crime. The eye roll that follows your question tells you all you need to now. A big grin spreads over yours and Sams face. ”Pff…No!” Dean let you hear his “That’s-definetley-not-true!-you-are-stupid!” laugh and that’s all you need to know. You vault over the gap between the beds and into the older Winchesters lap. Purring you rub against his chest first, then his neck and his jaw. “Just that you know, Winchester: there was no reason to rub you in first place. I did that while you slept.” You wink at him and boop your nose against his. He smiles and wraps his flannel covered arms around your tiny body. “So you said you called, Rowena? What’s taking her so long?” Sam interrupts your cuddling. “You know her. She shows up when she’s ready. Rowena likes a big entrance” you sigh and curl up in the lap beneath you. “Yeah, also we don’t have to worry that she won’t show up. You know she loves Y/N for some reason.” “It’s because I last with you since almost fourteen years with the two of you now and didn’t lose my flawless sass. And maybe because a part of my family maybe was somehow attached over a few edges with her family a few hundred years ago. But mostly my sass I think” you yawn and rest your chin on Deans knee. Dean chuckled whilst Sam only stared at you in disbelieve. “Sweetheart, you can’t be tired already! We just slept for two hours!” “Don’t care. I’m a cat. ‘m allowed to sleep all the time I want…” you yawn again and slowly doze of while Dean started crawling you behind your ears again.
Goddamn cats brought a rat in this morning! I heard skittering in the dining room, like they were chasing something.
Big sigh, put down coffee, go downstairs, they're both staring under the dining table. Shut the door to the rest of the house while wondering wtf it is this time.
Whatever it is makes a break for the cellar door corner, then back under the table, right, not a mouse so probably a frog. OK, frog we can deal with.
Move stuff out the way, crouch and look under table, see rat blinking at me. Realise what I thought was a coil of cable is its tail.
Sigh, go and open back door, plug gaps (cellar door, corner near washing machine) with boxes, find foam pad, cautiously poke rat until it makes a break for it straight into George.
Watch as George leaps magnificently for the rat and misses completely. Rat bolts for the kitchen and outside into the bushes, both cats in tow.
Sigh again, pull dining table out, fetch cleaning wipes, spend much time cleaning the floor and cursing cats.
Afternoon plans with mum revised to, she is coming to pick me up and take me back to her house. I have warned her I will probably nap as I spent all today’s spoons and some of tomorrow’s dealing with a rat.
Bastard grotty cats now sleeping on my bed. Cat flap will be shut before i go out. Would rather deal with litter tray than potential rats when i get home again later.
I am taking my sock knitting with me though.
And probably my vog mask thinking about it, we have to go through Countryside to get from here to my mum’s.
My roller coaster of the last 25 min is me checking for Goldie just one more time to see if she wanted to come in... realizing that's a possum and not a cat on my porch... watching said possum sneak the leftovers Goldie had on the porch and wander off... Mittens getting out and me wrangling her in the dark trying not to spook her and then hurting her and her feelings because of how I had to catch her and now I'm gonna try to fall asleep?
