Filled: Kitteh Dean 1/2
anonymous
August 9 2012, 02:37:39 UTC
“Get down, Dean!” Sam yelled, but he was just a whisker too late. Dean was only halfway to the ground when the flash of orange stripey light washed over him. It all happened so quickly that Sam couldn’t quite follow the action, but instead of Dean lying stunned in the dirt in front of him, the beam of his flashlight illuminated a tiny ball of ginger fur.
Sam barely had time to process the fact that his brother was a kitten, before Dean’s miniscule ears flattened to his skull and his tail puffed up to about five times its normal diameter. Sam didn’t need to be told twice and he dropped instantly, firing as he did. The bolt of light passed over him, and his bullet hit its mark; the undead voodoo priest no match for the power of the Colt.
“Thanks, man,” Sam said, sitting up. He waggled his fingers in the universal kitten language that meant hey, don’t you want to come play?, but Dean’s ears didn’t come up, his tail didn’t deflate, and he added an arched back to his repertoire. It was dead silent in the cemetery and Sam knew good
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Re: Filled: Kitteh Dean 2/2
anonymous
August 9 2012, 02:40:02 UTC
“Don’t move, Dean,” Sam ordered, studying the tree. It wasn’t terribly tall, but the branches were thin and Sam wasn’t sure they’d support his weight. He couldn’t listen to his brother make that noise and not do everything in his power to help him, though. “I’m coming
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Re: Filled: Kitteh Dean 2/2mad_serverAugust 9 2012, 18:56:45 UTC
Bawwwwww. That was an injection of PURE CUTE. The unhappy kitty body language, and the scared meow, and Dean leaping to the safety of Sam, and POCKET DEAN. Adoooorable.
Sam barely had time to process the fact that his brother was a kitten, before Dean’s miniscule ears flattened to his skull and his tail puffed up to about five times its normal diameter. Sam didn’t need to be told twice and he dropped instantly, firing as he did. The bolt of light passed over him, and his bullet hit its mark; the undead voodoo priest no match for the power of the Colt.
“Thanks, man,” Sam said, sitting up. He waggled his fingers in the universal kitten language that meant hey, don’t you want to come play?, but Dean’s ears didn’t come up, his tail didn’t deflate, and he added an arched back to his repertoire. It was dead silent in the cemetery and Sam knew good ( ... )
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Lololol KITTY DEAN. <333
This is DELIGHTFUL. Thank-you so much for filling my prompt! You've made me happyyyy.
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*smishes you back*
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