SuperCatural

2 - Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean The Cat

Sam stopped his thinking time, and tackled Dean again in a brotherly way, and started purring loudly to assure Dean that he wasn't going to hurt him. Dean wrapped his paws around his little, yet big brother. Bobby was happy that they were finally reunited. It was four months since they ever argued over which cat nip in whose yard was better in front of the Singer household, where Bobby's twolegs were nested. Bobby wasn't a kittypet, but he stuck around there and earned a name just to be fed little brown crunchies daily. Sam got off Dean, letting him get up finally; then the mood changed. "So how many years do you have left?" Dean asked, trying to be serious.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, brother."

"Dean, I didn't sell my soul. No matter how many times I wanted to. I tried but all the demons weren't accepting the deals. I tried to do everything to get you back, but I couldn't..." Sam meowed truthfully.

Dean didn't know whether to believe his brother or not. They have lied to each other many times in the past, and sometimes it got out of control. But this time he had to believe him. If Sam didn't resurrect him who did? He looked over at Bobby concerned on what to do next. "Uhh, I know a psychic on the other side of town, she could help us find who resurrected you, Dean." Bobby flicked his tail gesturing the boys to follow him on the journey through the forest to the psychic's twoleg nest.

Sam picked up a weird looking plastic holder thing that had items in it. "What is that?" Dean meowed, looking behind him.

"It's called a bag, you put things in them." Sam then pulled out a metal square with a circle below a black box in the square.

"This is called an iPod, as the twolegs call it. It plays music." He pushed the circle and then a weird sound called 'Rock' came on.

Sam threw the bag around his neck like a collar and caught up with Dean and Bobby. Dean slowly started meowing along with the music.

Bobby was starting to get aggravated, he stopped, turned around, clawed the bag off of Sam, and threw it far away. Carry On My Wayward Son was playing from afar. Sam and Dean looked a little bit sad now.

They finally reached their destination, the twoleg nest with the she-cat psychic.

Bobby slid through the broken entrance, with Sam and Dean following. "Oh well look who we have here, Bobby Singer." The she-cat meowed in a charmed tone.

"Hello once again, Pamela." Bobby replied.

"Who are these fine toms?" Pamela meowed, padding over to Sam and Dean.

"The Winchesters."

Pamela paused. "The Winchesters?"

"The Winchesters."

"Well, what are you here for?" Pamela asked.

"We need you to find out who resurrected Dean from perdition." Bobby answered.

"I can do that, let me get my stuff ready." Pamela wandered off, gathering her psychic tools.

She came back with an orb and a red tablecloth with a pentagram sewed onto it.

"Now everyone, touch each other's paws." She ordered.

Pamela put her paw on top of Dean's arm, Dean put his other paw on top of Sam's paw, Sam put his other paw on top of Bobby's paw, and Bobby put his other on Pamela's. Pamela closed her eyes and started mumbling weird words nobody else could understand. The room started shaking, and other items on the wall started falling down. Pamela opened her eyes, yelping in pain. Dean, Sam, and Bobby watched as her eyes were burned out of her head from the inside out. "Dang it Catsiel!" She screamed.

Who is this 'Catsiel'? Dean thought. "Who is Catsiel?" Sam asked.

Pamela was out cold on the floor, Sam checked her pulse. "She isn't dead, just passed out." He reported.

"Okay, good." Bobby has a moment of relief.

Dean got up from his position. "Okay, this is my plan me, Bobby, and Sa-"

"Uh, actually Dean I'm going to go get us some more food, we're running out." Sam interrupted.

"Oh, okay. Well anyways, me and Bobby will go to the barn, where we will try to summon whatever resurrected me and Sam, you go do what you need to do." Dean continued.

"Okay." Bobby meowed, tending to Pamela's wounds by covering her eyes with patches.