AN: Don't own Sam or Dean, dang it.

(For you folks waiting for the next chapter of "Rhymes With Witch", I've got this little stand-alone for you… enjoy.)

Catnip 2

The kitten walked over to the edge of the bed, eyes narrowing in concentration. With one swift leap, he made it over to the table where his brother was sitting, hard at work at his laptop.

A tiny paw reached out cautiously and began to bat at Sam's left hand.

"Dean, quit it" Sam murmured distractedly. "I'm trying to see if I can find some way to change you back and… Hey! W-what are you doing?" All of a sudden Sam was a little hard-pressed to sound so irritated, what with a tiny furry bundle making its way up his arm. "Dean, I'm –"

"Mrow" Dean said, perching himself on his brother's shoulder, where he nestled. Sam snorted, finding hard to keep from chuckling as the tip of Dean's tail tickled him right under the ear.

"You want (snicker) to h-help me research or something? I-I… Dean, don't (giggle) DO that! C-c'mon, man!" Sam reached up and pulled the kitten off his shoulder, held the little creature close to his heart. "Just sit here and be good, okay? We'll read this stuff together, how's that?"

The kitten snuggled closer, yawned and began to purr. He'd gotten what he wanted; Sam had smiled for the first time in an hour, and Dean now felt warm and safe.

The End