“It’s staring at me.”
“It’s a cat, Dean.”
“Aren’t they supposed to be evil, steal babies’ breaths or
something?”
“That’s just a superstition, Dean.”
“And how many of those have ended up being true?”
“Actually, cats are supposed to be able to foretell the weather,
and, depending on the culture, they can be good luck or bad.”
“You’re such a geek, Sammy.”
“Besides, traditionally its black cats that are evil, not white
ones.”
Whispering: “You sure about that, Sam?”
“Yes, Dean.”
He
watched the cat as it cleaned its paws, never taking its eyes
off him. “Because it’s still staring at me.”
“Shut your eyes, then.”