Summary: What would happen if the gang from Supernatural were all turned into puppies? How would they stop the Apocalypse when everyone is a puppy? Join on them on the strange mystery of how everyone became puppy-fied.
A/U: So this idea comes from artwork I made yesterday. I made all the Supernatural characters into puppies and posted them on DeviantArt (links can be found on my profile).
Chapter One- Who Let the Dogs Out
It was around three a.m. that Sam and Dean Winchester pulled into the parking lot of the Roadway Motel. Both boys were beaten up, tired, sweaty, and downright disgusting. Sam paid for their room another night, while Dean stumbled through the door. He threw their bags on one of the twin beds and turned on the lights. As always they had gotten the room with the vomit-colored paint and the disorientating circles on the permanently stained brown carpet. Sam walked in and shut the door behind him.
"I call first shower." Sam said, throwing his jacket on the floor.
"What? Come on man, I smell like dead chickens." Dean whined.
"Dean, I fell in manure!" Needless to say the hunt for the vengeful spirit on the Holloway Farm hadn't gone as well as they hoped. Mr. Holloway had been killing any potential buyers of the farm, and hadn't welcomed the hunter's arrival. After being thrown through the barn, landing on dead chickens, falling into manure, and avoiding being impelled with farm tools; the boys were exhausted.
"Good point. You better not take fifty freaking minutes, Samantha!"
"Jerk."
"Bitch!"
Sam slammed the bathroom door and Dean laughed and sat down on one of the beds. This was going to be interesting night.
Once both Sam and Dean were clean, they both laid down on the beds with a groan. "I think my ass is broken." Dean said.
"I'm pretty sure you'll live Dean."
"Shut it Sasquatch." Dean flipped Sam off and turned facing away from Sam.
Sam chuckled and then sighed. "Goodnight to you too."
Dean woke to feel his body heating up in the sunlight.
Jesus how can it be morning already?
Dean sat up and stretched. His muscles were aching still from last night, and he was extremely hungry. Dean opened his eyes and saw his fur was-
Wait a minute! Fur?
He looked into the mirror beside the bed and saw a tan puppy sitting in his bed. A tan puppy, with a white-dipped tail, a blue color, and green eyes; it was him.
Holly mother of God!
Dean gave a startled yip and fell backwards of the bed.
"SAM! SAMMY WAKE UP I'M A PUPPY!" Dean tried to jump onto Sam's bed, but hit against the side. He ran around to the chair on the other side of Sam's bed and jumped up onto and launched himself on the bed. Dean gasped when he saw a dark brown, long-haired, puppy curled up where Sam fell asleep. "Sammy wake up dammit. We've been turned into puppies!"
"Dean shut up, it's too early." Sam mumbled sleepily. He cracked open his eyes and saw a puppy staring at him. "What the hell?" Sam sat straight up and moved back against the headboard. "Dean?" He gasped.
"Yeah it's me, and I'm guessing that's you?" Dean asked.
"What?" Sam looked down at his chest and saw a silver dog tag resting against brown fur. His fur.
"Are we… puppies?" Sam squeaked. Dean brought his back leg up and scratched his ear. "Who could've done this?"
"Shit Sam…shit we've got to get out of here." Dean jumped to his bed and grabbed his cell phone in his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, alarmed.
"The angels…Lucifer…Demons shit. We've got to get out of here. I bet it was one of those sorry SOB's that did this." Dean pawed his phone trying to get it to open. "I've got to call Bobby and get him to come get us."
"Dean press the voice command button on the side." Sam said.
"What the hell is that?"
"The annoying button that you always hit that says 'please say a command.' It's on the side." Dean found the button and managed to press it.
"Please say a command." The voice on the phone said.
"Call Bobby." Dean snapped out. It did nothing and Dean tried it again. "Call Bobby!" The phone gave a beep and went to the battery options screen.
"Dean just let me do it." Sam jumped over to Dean's bed and took his place in front of the phone. He hit the button again and it spouted out, "please say a command." "Call Bobby." Surprisingly the phone started ringing. Dean huffed and his ear twitched, obviously annoyed. Sam heard him something about an "f" ing phone.
The phone rang and rang, finally going to voicemail. "Bobby always answers. You don't think something happened do you?" Sam asked, wrapping his tail around his paws. Dean shook his head.
"Call Cas so he can zap us the hell out of here."
Sam again went through the process on the phone and breathed a sigh of relief when the other line picked up.
"Dean?" Cas asked.
"Room 12, Roadway Inn, Davenport, Iowa. Get here now!" Dean growled.
Sam and Dean heard the familiar flutter of wings and looked around for Cas, who was nowhere to be seen. "Cas?" Sam called out.
"I'm down here." Came the deep voice.
Sam and Dean both ran to the edge of the bed and looked down. On the floor was an all-black puppy, with blue eyes, rumpled fur, and wings.
"Well this is just freaking great."
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