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Winter’s chill clung to the air as a small cat slipped through the ajar door of The Bunker. Inside, Sam researched while Dean rocked, bored. Dean spotted a blur near the entrance, instantly defensive, hand on his gun. He nudged Sam. “Hey Sam, did you see that?” Sam looked up, then froze. A Russian Blue, grey fur pristine, stood in the hallway. Confusion mixed with caution. “Looks like a cat, Dean...” Sam muttered, leaning forward. “Did you leave the door open again?” Dean forgot, as usual.