If he understood the warning, he gave no indication, just stretched and hopped easily onto Dean's lap, curling up there and beginning to knead his legs contently. Seems like he'd found his favorite spot for a nap.
[ Dean has the mind to move the car back to the passenger seat, but he decides against it. As long as it doesn’t tear his clothing or claw his skin, it can stay. ]
Now, what to name ya.










