SuperCatural

4 - Arguments And Books

  A she-cat is asleep on her twoleg's couch. Her owner wasn't home. The TV and lights start to flicker. The she-cat sits up, looking alarmed, she exhales and her breath is visible. She pads over to the cupboard to grab salt when the twoleg talking device rings. 'Hey, it's Olivia. I'm not in. Leave a message.' Her twoleg's demon detector starts beeping. On the twoleg talking device she hears another masculine voice. 'Olivia, it's Bobby. Call me back, would you? I got something big. I could use your help.' It was Bobby's caretaker. It was weird how the twoleg named his cat the same name he had. The she-cat starts walking around the apartment complex, with a sack of salt in her mouth. A noise comes from behind her, a scrawny torn up black tom appears behind her, she spat salt at him. He dissolved into thin air, dodging the salt, which landed on the floor. A blonde she-cat that looked like it was the walking dead, appeared behind Olivia's cat. She grab's Olivia's cat and claws open her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She meowed her last breath. The torn up she-cat dissolved as well, leaving the other she-cat on the floor, dead.

        The three toms were at Bobby's twoleg's nest. His twolegs weren't home most of the time, so he got into some books a lot.

        "Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam meowed to Dean.

        "Look, all I know is that I wasn't groped by an angel."

        "Okay, look, Dean. Why would you think Catsiel would lie to you about it?"

        "Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie."

        "A demon who's immune to devil traps and salt rounds... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"

        "Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?"

        "Yeah. You just did, Dean."

        "I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."

        "Dean, we have a theory."

        "Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

        "Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying I think we-"

        "Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

        "You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby interrupted.

        "I got stacks of  lore- Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in dang cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit." Bobby informed.

        "What else?" replied Dean, trying to defend his point.

        "What else, what?" Bobby replied.

        "What else could do it?"

        "Airlift your tail out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."

        "Dean, this is good news." Sam meowed.

        "How?"

        "Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

        "Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

        "At this point, Vega's money is yeah." Bobby replied.

        "I don't know, guys."

        "Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam meowed.

        "Proof?" Dean questioned.

        "Yes." Sam answered.

        "Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, I'm not buying it."

        "Why not?" Sam said.

        "Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?

        "Dean-"

        "I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to be saved? I'm just a regular tom cat."

        "Apparently, a regular tom cat that's important to the tom cat upstairs."

        "Well, that creeps me out."

        "Okay, well, too bad, Dean."

        "Fine. What do we know about angels?"

        Bobby pushes a pile of books towards Dean.

        "Start reading." Bobby ordered.

        Dean looks at the pile of books, and turns towards Sam.

        "You're gonna get me some mice." Dean retorted.

        Sam goes in front of the old abandoned diner where mice lurk. In the corner he spotted his demon she-cat friend, Ruby.

        "So, is it true?" Ruby asked.

        "What is true?" 

        "An angel rescued Dean from Hell?"

        "You heard..."

        "Who hasn't?"

        "We're not 100% sure, but we think so."

        "Okay bye." Ruby started to walk off.

        Sam caught up with her and stopped her.

        "Wait wait wait. What's going on?"

        "I'm a demon, Sam. Demons aren't supposed to be around angels." She took the opportunity to 'poof' away.

She 'poofed' away. Sam sighed and got some mice for Dean.