SuperCatural

3 - In The Beginning

   Bobby and Dean finished clawing every monster trap known to cat-kind, and started setting up the weaponry. On a box they had laid down a silver knife, holy water, a bag of salt, and a light maker. Bobby began the summoning. He started reading mumbled words, and added some more of the ingredients of what was needed to summon this beast. He stopped reading and both toms looked around to see if anyone was there.         "I guess it didn't w-" Dean paused.

The roof of the barn started shaking, the lights in the barn flickered and broke, the door flew open. It revealed what looked like a tortoiseshell tom with blue eyes and a matching collar. Bobby and Dean started to use every weapon they had, they threw salt at him, clawed him, cut him with a silver knife, and much more. He passed all of it, knocking Bobby out in the process.

        "W-who are you?" Dean said, trying to act brave.

        "My name is Catsiel, I'm an angel of the Lord."

        Sam was in front of an abandoned diner expecting somebody. Suddenly, a dark brown curly long-haired she-cat appeared with black eyes. She then blinked and her black eyes went back to normal eyes. "Well well well, if it isn't my favorite blood sipper." The she-cat meowed.

Sam bowed his head down in embarrassment. "Yea, I've ran out again..."

        "I can fix that." She meowed in a flirty tone.

The she-cat bit into her arm, letting out a little yelp, blood drew from her arm to her paw. She got out a little glass container and let some of the blood drip into there. Sam was starting to get impatient, he was craving demon blood. The blood finally stopped and Ruby started to lick at her wound. She put a cork on top of the glass container and gave it over to Sam. He gave Ruby a nod showing he was grateful, and went on his way.

        "Your friend is going to be okay." Catsiel stated.

        "Why did you resurrect me? I mean, after all I've done. I don't deserve it..." Dean meowed.

        "You didn't have faith, Dean." Catsiel replied, his black wings flashing against the barn walls.

        "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor she-cat's eyes."

       " I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to others, and so can my real voice. But you already know that."

        "You mean that abandoned twoleg monster feeding place? That was your voice?"

        "That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

        "Nah, I'm not taking it."

        "What do you mean?"

        "Who are you really."

        "I already told you. I'm an angel of the Lord. This is my vessel."

        "Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

        "Good things do happen, Dean."

        "Not In my experience."

        "What's the matter? You think you don't deserve to be saved?"

        "Why'd you do it?"

        "Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."