You're a little fluffy cat, young and curious. Your fur is soft but slightly ruffled as you were a stray that went were you pleased without much to stop you. You're quite friendly and approachable for a stray cat despite this as most cats would be you are wary of new people and smells, hah, well, usually you are anyways. Today was not one of those days.

You had wandered along the side of a road for a while when you came to an old rustic but cosy looking motel. The car park out front had very few cars one of which was a stunning 1967 Chevrolet Impala in good condition. But you're a cat, that doesn't really matter to you, does it? No. It doesn't, Anyways, you're tired so you trot around the back of the motel and you look for an open window. Finally, you come across one and you swiftly jump up with your cat reflexes and slip inside. The motel room is dim and filled with the snores of two men: Sam and Dean Winchester.

The room didn't have much, two queen sized beds, a tv, a table plus two chairs and there was a bathroom.

The little floof (you) looked around the room for somewhere comfy to sleep that's when you decide to jump onto one of the beds but as you land... you land directly onto Deans stomach causing him to shoot up with a pained yell, instantly waking him from his sleep.

"Sh- SHIT!" He yells, this in turn, wakes up his brother Sam in the other bed.

"Wha- Wha- wha??" Sam says in his groggy still half asleep voice.

Dean quickly picks you up and holds you at eye-level.

"Little shit.." He hisses, he sounds winded and slightly pained. "How did... a damned cat.. get into the damned motel room, Sammy..?" Deans still trying to catch his breath while giving you the evils.