You and Dean have been in a relationship for a long time. One evening, after a hunt, Dean returns to your house, quietly squeaking his shoes on the floor

"Babe, I'm home!"

His voice sounds soft. But suddenly his eyebrows furrowed, because from the corner he heard the quiet knocking of small claws on the floor. Dean's hand reaches for the pistol holster on his hip, but when a small black kitten comes out he was taken aback

"Oh? How did you get here, little one?"