lucifersprize

Title: Rats
Characters: Sam/Dean
Description: Gen. The boys have a small problem.
Warnings: None.
Wordcount: mini fic
Disclaimer: This Sam and Dean are real. They are not mine, not because I didn't want them, but rather because my cat wanted them too much. My head cannon regarding their predicament may or may not be truthful, unfortunately Sam and Dean can't ~~squeak~~ speak right now.

So we were looking through animals for adoption and found this:-

........and this happened.

“Sonofabitch Sammy!”

“You were the one leering at the witch’s cleavage, Dean.”

“According to you we were looking for a Mister Witch, Einstein.”

“Two witches Dean. Two. I wasn’t wrong.”

“Freakin’ witches. Man I hate witches!”

*Silence*

*Scratch, scrabble, munch*

"Don't give me that beady eyed bitchface, Sam.”

“Fine. Eat your sunflower seeds. Your fur’s all dry.”

“Freakin’ rabbit food. It’s disgusting.”

“Rat food, it's rat food Dean and its nutritionally balanced.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

***

Update
Sam and Dean have since found a friendly home but unfortunately they haven't broken the spell yet. Both boys are masters at escaping from their cage but while Sam goes in search of solutions and runs all over his owner's cell phone in a futile attempt to text Garth, Dean goes in search of crumbs in burger wrappers.

Dean is a little too fond of cuddling into his owner's cleavage and Sam rebukes him with a swift nip to the end of his tail. They like to snuggle up together in a nest of soft tissue and Dean's paws twitch in his sleep. Of course Sam teases him about this relentlessly and Dean denies it.