All your zombies
650 words of insanity for prillalar, for putting up with my emo whining the last few weeks and because she's awesome :).
( Ringo knew about loyalty, he knew about having one's back and how to give a proper hello. And yeah, maybe Sam knew about those things, too, but Sam wasn't a zombie dog. )
( Ringo knew about loyalty, he knew about having one's back and how to give a proper hello. And yeah, maybe Sam knew about those things, too, but Sam wasn't a zombie dog. )
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YES.
She hissed and spat when Dean pressed down on the retracted fangs, and caught him with a four-clawed swipe on the back of his hand.
Dean pulled out his knife.
"Dean, it's a kitten," Sam said, as the kitten crawled up his shirt and clung to his shoulder, rubbing her nose against Sam's neck with a mewling purr.
"It's a bloodsucking freak!" Dean said. The kitten dug in, swished her tail angrily and hissed low.
"That doesn't mean you get to saw off her head," Sam said, soothing her with a chin rub.
"That's exactly what it means," Dean said, testing the edge of his knife with the side of his thumb.
Sam extracted the kitten from his shoulder and tucked her in the curve of his elbow, away from Dean's knife. Dean rolled his eyes. The kitten purred.
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I think, darling, this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
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