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SPN: Deja Vu All Over Again
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Bela
Pairings: None
Contains: Humour
Rating: G
Summary: At least this time he can talk. Sequel to I Can Has Cheezburger?. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic.
"Dude, this is turning into a habit."
Sam has a sort of squashed looking face, and a lot of fur. Again. He has this look in his little green cat eyes, kind of like murder. He makes this awful noise, like he's about to bring up a hairball, and then another, and then -- "I'm going to kill anyone who thinks this is funny."
Sam's deep voice sounds very incongruous coming out of the mouth of a tiny kitten. "Dude," Dean says again, because he isn't bothered about originality. Then, placatingly, "At least you can talk this time?"
Sam actually claws his leg. Not just a pat or a little dig, a real claw, and it would fucking hurt if Dean wasn't wearing jeans. It kinda hurts anyway.
"Ow," he says, picking Sam up by the scruff of his neck and dumping him on the bed next to him. "You're a little bitch, sometimes, you know that?"
Sam takes another swipe at him. "You're a jerk."
Dean dodges, this time. "How much do you think I could get for a talking cat? Maybe Bela'd be able to sell you to someo -- ow, damn it."
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: Bela
Pairings: None
Contains: Humour
Rating: G
Summary: At least this time he can talk. Sequel to I Can Has Cheezburger?. For
comment_fic."Dude, this is turning into a habit."
Sam has a sort of squashed looking face, and a lot of fur. Again. He has this look in his little green cat eyes, kind of like murder. He makes this awful noise, like he's about to bring up a hairball, and then another, and then -- "I'm going to kill anyone who thinks this is funny."
Sam's deep voice sounds very incongruous coming out of the mouth of a tiny kitten. "Dude," Dean says again, because he isn't bothered about originality. Then, placatingly, "At least you can talk this time?"
Sam actually claws his leg. Not just a pat or a little dig, a real claw, and it would fucking hurt if Dean wasn't wearing jeans. It kinda hurts anyway.
"Ow," he says, picking Sam up by the scruff of his neck and dumping him on the bed next to him. "You're a little bitch, sometimes, you know that?"
Sam takes another swipe at him. "You're a jerk."
Dean dodges, this time. "How much do you think I could get for a talking cat? Maybe Bela'd be able to sell you to someo -- ow, damn it."