#kitty!sam

Artist notes: I feel like it looked better in my head... I struggled with the legs the most. I found this an odd body angle to draw. I still don’t know if looks right or not, but I have to walk away and just be happy with what I got.

So the story behind this is basically I promised to draw Chii art and she left it up to me what to draw, and I saw the post I linked to above and decided why not draw a cat boy maid Sam/Jared.

In the end, I’m not sure if this aligns enough with Chii’s preferences or not. But, I plan to art more than just this. So, if this work doesn’t work, hopefully what I make in the future will work better. I just don’t know when I’ll get to it or get it done. February looks like it’s going to be very busy. But, know that I haven’t forgotten more art for Chii.💪♥♥♥

🎶Musical inspiration or just music I was listening to during (possibly nsfw songs ymmv):

lolo zouaï - desert rose // slowed & reverb (possibly the one I listened to the most while working on this piece)

❛ i'm a villain ❜ ☻ a playlist

Nightcore - Earned It [Deeper Version]

Dean let out a deep breath as he typed away at the computer keyboard.  He knew what he needed to find, he just needed to get to it quick and he was a little distracted.  He found the name of the boutique book shop he’d been to that afternoon and a quick run down of the history and the owner’s name.

The name rang a bell so Dean checked their books and there was the proof he needed.  Sam had run across her before.  She was a witch.  

And since Sam crossed her in the time when he was without a soul (thank God Sam was so diligent about keeping records because he was still tight lipped about what had happened when he was without a soul), it was obviously bad blood.

More like bad sex, from what Sam had written in his personal journal.

It really did explain a lot about their current predicament.

Armed with knowledge though, Dean prepared to face off against the damn witch.  

Something brushed his leg and he refused to look down.

He was going to have to face the witch alone.

 ***

 “Is there something funny about this to you?”

Dean had a gun pointed at her and she just laughed.  Again. And again when he took a step closer.

It was hard to appear menacing with a cat constantly rubbing against his leg.

“Sam!  Stop it!” He said without looking.

A second later, he felt the sharp sting of cat nails as his brother decided to knead his leg with them.

“Sammy!” he looked down and he still couldn’t believe she’d done this.  His bigfoot of a brother was a small kitten.  Who seemed to demand as much attention from Dean as a cat as he always had as a human.

“I’m afraid I can’t undo it, Dean.  It will wear off.  But the next time one of you comes into town demanding something from my Coven, just remember that the kitties here bite back.”

Dean cursed under his breath because he knew Sam had been messed up without a soul but he had no idea why it always seemed to be witches.  

He knew the truth when he looked in her eyes though.  This was temporary, but it was unbreakable.

 ***

 Cat Sam was fine. Really.  He shed all over the bunker and refused to eat cat food, but he was pretty entertaining.  Dean was going to forever keep a laser pointer at hand to tease the ever-loving hell out of his brother once the spell let up.      

He was on the couch, watching a movie with the cat in his lap when Sam shifted quickly.  It wasn’t one of his usual movements though and Dean looked down in concern.  Sure enough, it looked like something was rippling underneath Sam’s skin.

“Sammy?”

The cat looked up at him and meowed, something pitiful sounding and hurt.  He didn’t know what to do, but then a bright flash filled his vision and he had to blink for a minute to clear his field of sight.

Sitting in his lap was his brother’s head.  Sam was full on naked and staring up at him.

Dean stared for a minute. “Sammy?  You OK?”

Sam let out a shuttered breath and sighed.  “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Dean ran a hand through his brother’s hair and smiled softly.  “Nice to have you back, Sam.”

Sam didn’t move. Instead, he curled around his brother, much as he had been as a cat, and sighed.  “Dean, remind me that I am not ever allowed to deal with witches ever again. I was… fond of them … without a soul.”