Just a disclaimer in this particular oneshot the reader will be written as a female but if you want to read them as a male or anything else that's all fine and dandy! :) Also profanity warning.
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The witch threw you backwards with some words that you hoped weren't a spell. They were a spell. You reached out as you hit the wall, your hands grabbing at the tacky curtin at the window. Said curtin was torn down and you collapsed in a tangled up mess with a disgruntled "oh shit.". Great last words as a human. You heared Sam yell a incantation at the witch and her screech when Dean put a bullet through her head.
"Dean! I was dealing with it." Sam complained, cue book dropping thud.
"Yeah well it was taking to long." Dean repiled and you could basically hear the smirk lingering on his face. The sound of shuffling foot steps was heard. "Where's (Y/N)?" He qeustioned. You swatted at the curtin to move it out of the way. What you meant to say was 'Dean you dumb shit I'm right here' what came out of your mouth was an annoyed caterwaul. A confused shock flowed through your body, and you struggled to get out of the curtin. You shook yourself out once you had done this, but then realized that was an odd movement to make. You looked around 'damn when did everything in this house get so big?'. You heard Dean sneeze loudly and comment to Sam. "Ugh, there must be a cat in here somewhere."
Your ears perked and your tail flicked as you looked at your surroundings for the cat. Wait- your ears perked and your tail flicked. You suddenly realized what was horrible wrong with that, you couldn't move your ears and even if you could they were not on the top of your head, and you did not have a tail. A yowl that was an even mix of surprise and confusion slipped past what should have been your human mouth but was now a sharp toothed cat mouth.
Dean turned to look at you- but he didn't know that all he found him self looking at was a (Y/H/C) cat that looked as if it had just discovered it was a cat, which it had though he also didn't know that. 'Dean what the hell is going on?' You meant to say, but what happened was you opened your mouth widely, which showed off your newly sharpened teeth, and yowled at him.
"Sammy let's just find (Y/N) and get the hell out of here." The green eyed man the proceeded to turn away from you and look back at his ridiculously tall brother. You hissed at them, mentally noteing how idiotic the both of them were, your claws sliding out from your paws as you did so. You then had an idea, claws and a wooden floor? Perfect. You pushed the claws of one paw into the floor and began to form a 'S'. The brothers turned to give you weird looks when they noticed the sound of scrapping against the floor.
Sam approached you cautiously. He stared down at the spot of the floor you had been etching into.
"Dean, I think this cat is calling us 'Stupid shits'." He called out.
"What? That's ridiculous cats can't spell! And even if they could why would they be insulting us?" The older Winchester spoke as he came up on the left of Sam. His eyes landed on your writing just as Sam's hazel ones had. You began to forum an I and apsothorphy after a comma. "Alright appearantly they can, and appreantly they're also grammar freaks."
Sam looked up to me his brother with a look that was fighting laughter.
"Dean who do we know that's so dedicated to grammar and swearing they'd do it even if they got turned into a different species?" He said evedently trying very hard not to laugh. You craned your neck up to look at them. Dean looked away from both you and Sam with a look that said he was 1000% done with witches.
"(Y/N)." Cue eye roll and head being thrown up "Dammit!" He yelled at the roof then looked back down at your feline form. You tried to say 'I did try to tell you.' But it turned out to be a meow touched by smugness. "Oh shut up." He snapped crossing his arms over his chest, even if he wasn't sure exactly what you said both of them knew you well enough to understand the general idea of what you wanted to say. Dean sneezed and looked at Sam in displeasure. "You have to carry her to the car." He ordered turning away and marching out of the room.
