§Eye of newt and hair of hog,
Wing of bat and mud of bog,
Bring ye forth a vengeful dog.§
"Go, my faithful hound. Rip the throats from the Winchesters.
They will pay dearly for the death of my sister crone."
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"Sam, there's a freaky dog sniffing at your butt," Dean grunted.
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With a welcoming smile, his brother bent down to pet it.
The dog was a weird looking animal, kind of a cross between a Labrador and a Dobermann.
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"Hi, there, buddy," Sam cooed, scratching the panting dog behind its ears, causing it to whine in pleasure; receiving a long wet tongue to his face in thanks.
"Gross, dude," Dean declared with a disgusted expression, eyeing the drool on Sam's cheek.
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"He's really friendly, " Sam enthused." Aren't you big boy?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "You always did have a way with dogs, Sammy. Even ugly ones like this adore you!"
