#expect more of these!!!!!!! i have some AMAZING ideas for kitty n mary ones im just waiting for some more backstory scenes for them

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ghosts, s2e3 // smoke signals, phoebe bridgers

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Finding Out Dean Is Allergic To Cats

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, John

Word Count: 1,573

Warnings: this is just fluffy

Author’s Note: In this, the reader and Dean are 9 years old and Sam is 5 years old. Thank you for @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes for this idea! Go follow her because she’s amazing! If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.

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John and Dean. Back at it again with the arguing. You’ve heard of kids fighting with their parents at age 9 but they are usually over things like “who ate the dessert?” or “why didn’t you go riding without a helmet?” or even “why didn’t you do your chores before homework?”.

No, with Dean and John, they were a completely different story. These two argued all the time but it isn’t over spilled milk. They would argue about things like “where was the guns I needed?”, “you don’t kill a vampire by a stake, you cut off their head.”, “Shoot like a man, Dean. You need to get this right or you will be killed.”.

It was things like that, that made this family weird enough as it was. Sammy was too young to know about any of this stuff and you were too far gone inside your own mind to care about any of it. Your mother died a year ago and you were still in pain from when you first saw her die.

You had a ton of questions and of course, you go to John for them but he could only answer so many before he broke down. You tried to assure him that he would do just fine without Mary but he wouldn’t listen to you and went straight for the alcohol to drown his sorrows.

You honestly felt bad for the man. He lost his wife and in a way, he lost himself. He lost his kids and you didn’t know what he would do to find himself again. You didn’t know Mary at all but you wished you would have. From what you gathered, she seemed like a lovely woman. Too bad a demon had to take her away just like they had to take your mom away.

You wondered where you went after you died and if you did believe in God, then you must believe in Heaven and if you believe in Heaven, then you must believe in Hell. You just hoped your mom wasn’t rotting in Hell. She was a good woman and you would give nothing to see her again or talk to her again.

But enough about you. This story isn’t about you. It’s about Dean and it all started with Sam who was more curiouser than Alice.

“Dean, I have told you this, a million times. You have to get this right or you can’t come hunting with me. You have to know the rules and if you don’t follow them, you will get killed. Do I make myself clear?” John said, being hard on Dean like he always was. You hated how rough he was with his boys. He was only 9 for crying out loud. John didn’t really act this way with you but then again, he never had a girl to take care of before.

“I’m sorry, dad. I will get it right this time.” Dean apologized, fearing he had let his dad down again. He hated letting other people down.

“It’s okay, son, let’s just try it one more time.” John said, getting the guns ready for use. Sammy hated it when his family fought. He was old enough to know that it wasn’t just about nothing. No, this was about something but they wouldn’t never tell him what it was.

You always tried to distract Sam when Dean and John were fighting but you were in the shower so Sammy needed to try something else to block out the fighting. He got on his feet and walked to the door, opening it and quietly slipping outside. He left it just a crack open so he would get back inside.

Dean and John didn’t seem to notice where Sammy was. Sam looked at the parking lot filled with cars and he went exploring, looking underneath the cars to see if he could find any treasure that he could take.

Of course, all he found was trash, maybe a few sticks and leaves but nothing worth saving. He sighed and got up, making his way to another car. He got on his knees and peered under, only to be greeted by a scared cat, meowing for its life.

He grinned and reached his hand out, wanting to pet the cat.

“Kitty… Come here. I won’t hurt you.” Sam said, looking into his eyes. The cat, seeming to trust the young boy, crawled slowly to Sam and once Sam could reach, he started petting his head, scratching behind his ears. The car purred, inching closer to Sam and in no time, the cat was in Sam’s lap, loving the feel of Sam’s tiny hands on his head.

“Good kitty. My name is Sam. What’s yours?” Sam asked, expecting an answer from the cat. The cat answered, just not in the way Sam expected. The cat lifted his chin and Sam spotted a collar. He looked at it, reading his name on it.

“Gabby. Oh, you’re a girl cat. It’s okay. I can take you home.” Sam picked up the cat and got on his feet, walking back to the motel room. Sam and Dean were still fighting like always and Sam shut the door quietly, sitting on the floor as the cat stayed in his lap.

“Dad, come on, I’ve done this a hundred times. Please, let’s take a break. You look exhausted.” Dean said, sighing. You had gotten out of the shower and was reading on the bed. After your mom’s death, you had become a little more on the distant side, only talking when spoken to and kept to yourself often. It was easier that way.

“One more time.” John said, looking at his son. Dean sighed and nodded, taking the gun apart. He suddenly sneezed and frowned, not thinking much of it. He started to put the gun back together but stopped when he sneezed again.

“Son, are you alright?” John asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Dean said, going back to what he was doing. He sneezed again and you looked up from your book, your eyes landing on Sam and his new friend.

“He’s allergic to the cat.” You said, going back to your book. It was so not like you to not talk and the thought of you changing into a complete stranger was one of your worst fears. But it was coming true because when you spoke, you didn’t recognize the voice that came out of your mouth.

“Cat? What cat?” John said confused, looking around the room. His eyed landed on Sam and Sam grinned at his dad, petting the cat.

“Look, daddy, I found a cat! Can we keep her?” Sam asked, hugging the small animal.

“I’m allergic to that thing. Get it away!” Dean said, sneezing more. You didn’t’ know how bad Dean was allergic but if he was, that cat was going to have to leave.

“Sammy, where did you find her?” John asked, getting on his knees so that Sam could look at him better.

“Outside, under a car. I think she doesn’t have a home.” Sam said, showing his dad the collar.

“Son, an animal with a collar means they do have a home. They are just lost. Let me call the owners. Y/N, honey, would you please take Dean into the bathroom until the owners get here?” John asked, going over to the motel’s phone and started dialing.

You got up and took Dean’s hand, walking with him into the bathroom.

“I don’t know why I have to be in the bathroom. The cat should be the one to go.” Dean grumbled out, getting some tissues. You didn’t say a word as you sat on the end of the bathtub.

“You’re still not talking?” Dean asked, throwing the tissues away and sitting next to you. You didn’t say anything.

“You know, I remember when you first met me. Do you?” Dean looked over at you but continued when you were looking at him. “You were on the swings with your mom and she was talking to my dad. You got off the swing and came right over to me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk since my mom died that same year. But you didn’t give up. You wanted to be my friend and look where we are now.”

You got tears at the memory but you weren’t focused on Dean. You were focused on your mother.

“I miss her so much.” You got tears, putting your head in your hands.

“I know.” Dean said, pulling you into his arms. You put your head on his chest and you cried softly, wishing it could have been you instead of your mom. You didn’t want her to go. She was all you had left.

“What I wouldn’t give to see her face again.” You whispered. Dean was about to say something but he sneezed, pushing you away from him so that he wouldn’t sneeze on you. You frowned and saw the tiny tabby cat walk into the bathroom. Guess Dean forgot to shut it all the way.

“No! Gabby! Dean can’t be around you!” Sam said, running into the bathroom. You smiled a soft smile at Dean trying to get away from the cat and Sam trying to catch her. You didn’t have your mom and that sucked but at least you had Sam and Dean and you wouldn’t want them to go away either.

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