SuperCatural

9 - When The Clock Strikes Twelve Reality Returns

"Sam, come on!"

        "Fine, fine. Wait up."

        "Dude, you really need to get over those cats. You're lucky I even let you keep them; plus, it's weird enough you named them after us."

Sam looked over at the four cats, giving them a little grin. The pale brown tabby meowed for his attention. Sam turned a bit to the left to face the cat wearing Dean's old necklace Sam got him for Christmas. He gently pat the cat's head, getting a comforted meow from the tom. Another cat hopped up on the table, giving out an old meow. It was an old cat, just not that old. The elder walked over to the pale brown tom and meowed him something that only the tom could understand. The pale brown tom got up and hopped down, then galloped to another room. Sam chuckled. It was funny that the elder cat acted like a father to the younger tom.

Sam scratched under the elder tom's torn up collar, his favorite place to be scratched. Sam's personal favorite cat pounced on to the table, him being the biggest out of them. His long dark brown fur shone in the lamp facing him nearby. The big tom turned to see a blonde she-cat and brown-gray tom hop up onto the table. The two greeted the big tom with a family-like lick. The tom with Dean's old necklace sprinted over to the table and hopped up to greet the brown-gray tom, it seemed that he liked him better than the she-cat. Another other cat  that confused him that came from no where in Sam's face. He ran really fast. He was a tortoiseshell with big blue eyes, it was fascinating. "Sammy! Come on, I'm not waiting any longer!"

        "I'll be right there!"

Sam got up from the long table. He pat all the cats' heads. "Bye Dean. Bobby; make sure to watch out for Sam. John and Mary are off doing-something else... Dean, keep your eye on Catsiel." Sam got up and walked out the door.