MOAR CRACK. Five Things the Winchesters Weren't
Rating: Gen, G
II. Kats (I blame sardonicsmiley for encouraging me on this one)
“Dean!”
“Mph,” Dean said as he turned away from Sam’s voice and burrowed deeper into the blankets. It had been a late night of driving, and he wanted to sleep some more.
“DEAN!”
“What?!” he muttered irritably while stretching out an arm in an attempt to bat away the offending little brother. His hand caught on Sam’s shirt…and stuck. A few light tugs freed it and he decided it was all too much trouble and sat up.
“Finally!” came Sam’s annoyed tone. “You better take a look at this.”
Sam stood by the side of the bed, floppy brown hair, green eyes, whiskers…whiskers?
“What the fuck!?!”
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They’d expected some weird shit when they realized they were dealing with a dream demon - this one seemed to be into sci-fi. Obscure science fiction cartoons from the 1990s anyway.
Sam glanced at his brother, who was still preening in the bathroom mirror. It was weird. It was Dean, but Dean covered with a short layer of ashy gray fur, hazel eyes containing traces of feline orange. Currently he was making little happy noises, apparently very pleased with the softness of his fur and his fluffy tail. No doubt he thought girls would love it.
Sam was currently the same ashy gray, pointed ears set back in annoyance, tail twitching. The tail was rather disconcerting.
“SWAT Kats. You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Sam muttered.
“Hey!” Dean yowled from the bathroom, finally emerging sans shirt, bright-eyed and disturbing bushy-tailed. “I remember watching it. Was one of the only things our lame TVs could pick up. It was cheesy, but not too bad.” He inspected his hands, tensing his fingers and making another pleased noise when the claws emerged. “Heh. Awesome.”
“We have to figure out how to get out of this. I remember looking everything up before we went to bed…apparently this demon is old-fashioned, likes quests. We have to defeat something or perform some task in the dream to get rid of the demon.”
“Well then, we better get going, cat boy,” Dean smirked, pulling his shirt on.
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What they had to do quickly became apparent as they drove into MegaKat City, which actually looked an awful lot like New York. City Hall was overrun by writhing plant tentacles laden with sharp thorns. Not something they usually handled, but they figured rock salt shells and fire would be pretty effective.
And hey, they were right! Salt ruined the soil, it would figure that plants wouldn’t find it pleasant. And they were extremely flammable. They were holding their own, when a black/red/blue painted jet screeched shortly overhead, sending an array of missiles into the building. The plant things quickly turned into ashes.
Dean whooped, recognizing the jet, and glad the job was done. They celebrated with a fancy steak dinner, and then hit the road again. Oddly enough, they hadn’t woken up. Ah well.
Of course, Dean had to stop at the junkyard on the way out of the city. They quickly set up a rapport - both Chance and Jake marveled at the Impala’s pristine condition (Dean couldn’t help purring at the praise). Dean deigned to take a look at an old car Chance was trying to get started, surprising everyone when the engine turned over after only about half an hour of fiddling, when the owner hadn’t been able to get it to do anything but cough for the past month. Sam and Jake were deep in a discussion about the crazy monsters that kept attacking the city, when everything went black…
And he woke up in his own bed.
Dean was sitting up in the other bed, making a slightly disappointed noise.
“Damn, that was pretty fun!” he groused. “Was kinda weird having a tail tho.”
I really should stop writing crap late at night. Fuck, I have class tomorrow. >.