The Death of CatarinaAuthor:
With a slight tilt of his head Dean smirked at the view Buffy was giving him. “Princess, I am helping. That cat makes a run for it and I’ve got it covered.”Challenge:
Promp# 4 – Black Cat 1/30
for 2007 Holiday Challenge at: Shotguns & StakesSpoilers:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy. Supernatural and all related characters are copyright of Eric Kripke & Co.Distribution:
Not without permission from myself.AN:
Catarina was the name of Edgar Allen Poe’s cat and was the inspiration of “The Black Cat” and that’s how I came up with the name for this piece. Big thanks to Ava for beta’ing this piece. You pwned with that wax job idea! xoxo
Buffy crouched down on her knees. Her cheek touched the dirt ground as she peered under the full Spruce tree. Minutes passed before the almost frozen soil began to seep through her clothing to numb her knees. Fall had once more descended on Cleveland. The ground was covered with dead leaves and only a few trees still had those brightly colored leaves clinging to their branches.
“Man, since when did you become a member of Peta?” His breath came out in white puffs. The temperature had dropped since they started their patrol making Dean shove his hands into his coat pockets as he tried to ward off the chill.
Buffy bent further, trying to work an angle to get a clearer look under the tree. Pine needles were now weaved through her hair, pulling at her scalp it as she moved.
“Ouch,” mumbling under her breath she tried to look over her shoulder without causing more pain. “A little help would be nice!” Annoyance was clear in the tone of her voice but she didn’t hear any movement.
Muttering, “Jerk,” Buffy jutted out her lower lip in a pout as she went back to finding the victim of Dean’s hit-and-run.
With a slight tilt of his head Dean smirked at the view Buffy was giving him. “Princess, I am helping. That cat makes a run for it and I’ve got it covered.”
“By what? Running it over a second time with that clunker!” Crawling backwards, Buffy extracted her hair from the branches with an annoyed sigh. No sign of the cat and now she was going to have to condition her hair before she went to sleep.
Scrunching his face in disgust Dean shook his head. “She is not a clunker! This girl is a classic sixty-seven Impala.” Dean shot her a look. “In mint condition!” Moving his left hand out from his pocket he stroked the war metal of the hood of the car. He relished in the warmth it provided before realizing the he might be smudging his wax job and pulled his hand away. Sneaking a glance down at the spot he had touched he tried to see if he’d ruined anything.
“Besides, that damned black cat was asking to be road kill. What the hell was it thinking lunging at a car like that? Do you know the damage a cat could do? Man, all that blood and shit on the undercarriage. A bitch to clean.”
“Did – did you just shudder?” Green eyes widened as she stood and made her way over to Dean. Standing in front of him she lifted her chin to catch his gaze.
“Think claw marks on the undercarriage. Big kitty claw marks.” Biting her lower lip to keep from smiling she watched the emotions dance across the planes of his face. His jaw twitched before she caught sight of the familiar movement.
“Oh my god! You totally shuddered!” ~fin~
Completed: November 1, 2007