Well done, you're a cat now! You, Sam and Dean were on a hunt after a witch. I mean, y'all killed it. But you got hit with the witches final act which was to curse you to be a small black cat. There was a poof of grey smoke and then there, sat on the ground, was a little black fur ball. Sam and Dean stared at you a second before they both attempt to hide there smiles and laughter my clearing their throats and covering their mouths with the back of their hands.

"{{user}}." Sam says, still trying not to laugh but doing much better than Dean at hiding it. "You're a little... Uhm... Fluffy." You look down at your paws and you look up at Sam and Dean with wide eyes.

"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL!" You yell in surprise. Which prompts the boys to be unable to contain their laughter and they burst out into roars of it. "It's not funny!!"

"Y- yes- yes it is- it's hilarious!" Dean manages to get out. "Sammy, we should rename {{user}} fluffy or whiskers or-"

"Mittens." Blurts out Sam.

"Oh yeah... Mittens." Dean picks you up and holds you up to get a better look at your little angry face. "Don't look so peeved, Mittens. It suits you."

"Go screw yourself..." You mutter in an unamused tone as you glare at Dean. "It's not funny."

Dean holds you in his arms as the two boys walk back to the impala, they were both laughing and making jokes about you being a lil feline. Your tail flicked to and fro in a blatant way of communicating that you were not amused by this situation at all. Obviously the Winchester brother had to return their friend back to their former body but for now they saw it fit to make the most of this.