The Life of a Teenage Cat

Chapter 2

You woke up to the faint beeping of your phone alarm. You lifted your head and turned off the alarm. Once you had stood up, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, and panicked. On top of your head, sticking from your hair, were two cat ears, the same color as your hair.

"Damn witches.." You growled. It was most likely temporary, and you figured Sam and Dean had enough on their plates at the time, so you grabbed a beanie off of your bedpost and shoved it over the ears. You looked in the mirror again. It looked fine, you could barely tell they were there. You hoped the boys wouldn't notice. It's not like they noticed anything anyway.

The day went by fast, a quick hunt for a werewolf. The only problem was for some reason unknown to the boys, it could track you down extremely well. You only assumed it was because of your new cat ears, they probably made you smell like a cat.

Getting back to the bunker was a relief, you snuck back into your room to get away from the shouting coming from the boys. It got late again. You felt pretty normal, but those ears were still propped up on your head.

The only thing left to do was to go to sleep and hope by the morning, your little problem would go away.

It didn't.

You woke up to your alarm buzzing in your ear. You slammed your hand down on it, tired and a bit irritable. You stood up and glanced in the mirror, sadly the ears were still there, but there was something different. You shrugged off the feeling and started to get dressed for whatever was going to happen. It wasn't until you had taken off your pajama bottoms that you realized what had changed. Removing your shorts revealed a long black tail curling up and twisting about. You took a deep breath, trying to take it without freaking out. You slipped your jeans on, managing to tuck your tail into your jeans.

Telling the boys would be best.

You went out into the main room, but neither of them were out there. You looked around for any sign of them, but they were gone. They weren't in their bedrooms or the kitchen or anywhere. They had to have gone out on an early hunt. You went back into your bedroom and plopped down, trying to work through what was happening to you.

First the ears. No big deal. They were easy to hide. They would eventually go away, curses were never permanent, right? Next the tail. It couldn't possibly last.

You heard the door to the bunker swing open, followed by more shouting as usual from the boys. You never really were sure what they were yelling about, all you knew is you didn't want to be in the middle of it. You shoved your beanie back on your head and went back out into the main room.

"Y/N, there you are." Sam walked over to you.

"What do you mean here I am, I've been here all morning."

"Oh, sorry, we were a little caught up this morning." He shot Dean a look who in turn walked out of the room.

"You two seem to argue a lot." He nodded, his face almost grim.

"Right, I, ah.. I guess we do. It's all part of the job." He shrugged. He walked over to the couch and sat down, gesturing you to follow. He turned on the TV and switched it to Jeopardy.

The two of you watched it late into the night. When Sam realized what time it was, he ushered you off to bed.

As soon as you were alone in your room, you remembered that you had wanted to tell the boys what was happening to you. You were suddenly angry with yourself that you had forgotten again.