Welcome to my new universe, the Winchester Muttverse. In this universe, our favorite boys are now stuck as Dogs themselves and can't change back. Muttverse is a world where the boys are dogs but with human souls. Bobby and others are alive. Ellen, Jo, Ash, Rufus, and Victor. Am also adding Cas and Gabriel later but not covering full Apocalypse in this storyline.

Warning:No Wincest but some bad language though and fighting is mentioned. Nothing too bad. They are out of character so I should warn you, I always write them a bit out of character, I prefer them that way, and they are so cute when they act differently.

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of its characters. I just made them furry and adorable! I do own Dante Finch and Dorian Scaric, they are my own characters I added to the family.

Plot: The boys and Bobby have a hunt and Adam wants to go. And they won't let him. So they send him to stay with an old friend for safe keeping.

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The boys had a bad feeling about this. Witches they could handle, Sam would duck and Dean would find a way to make them mad. It was a simple solution but a three hundred year old sorcerer was way out of their league.

The boys had been tracking this man for days now. He would abduct several people from a town, mostly homeless and indigents, those most likely not to be missed. No one else would have caught on but then again, Bobby wasn't no one. It had started as a simple take-a-look and leave situation and quickly became a race from place to place to catch up with the guy. The boys were on the run all the time, with barely time to rest in between. Even the yellow-eyed demon had not been this hard to get to. It was like the sorcerer knew they were onto him and would get away before they could catch up to him.

So far over 30 people had disappeared over a 5 state area and that was what he had found so far. What he could not figure out was why this sorcerer was taking them. The man's name was Marcus Pearlman, at least it was what he went by now. Bobby figured it was an alias. Names have power with these old magic types and the man was not likely to be revealing that name anytime soon. The boys were currently interviewing homeless people in New Orleans and had found out that at least three had disappeared so far. The homeless denizens were scared and the boys could not blame them. They did get one lead though. All the people who had vanished had gone to this new homeless shelter for food, the older man had come by a few days ago and offered them all assistance if they came by the shelter. Most of the homeless were wary of strangers coming by with offers for 'help', they were often abused and victimized by these types so they immediately distrusted the man. The three who disappeared were new to the street life and therefore they took the man up on the offer.

An old woman gave them a card the man had handed out to her that had the address and the boys thanked her. They also emptied their wallets of cash and gave it to them, if they needed anything. They knew what it was like to not have a home of their own and wanted to help them. The homeless people took it and were thankful, if not a little gun-shy about why these nice boys would want to do so. The boys headed to the address on the card and made sure to call Bobby with this new development.

Bobby had told them to wait but they went in anyway, Bobby was going to kill them himself if they made it out alive, and that was big if.

The sorcerer was beginning to chant and the people were cowering fearfully in a circle of fire, Sam assumed it was a magic type of fire since there was no accelerant smell coming from it. Dean swore silently to himself, a sailor would have blushed. Sam had an idea. He spotted some sand in a corner nearby, and grabbed it as quietly as he could. He and Dean took the bag and threw it on the circle and its occupants. The fire was extinguished and the people ran for the exit and the sorcerer howled in rage. Dean knew a curse when he heard one and as soon as the guy started chanting and glowing, he emptied his gun into the guy and Sam followed his lead.

As the guy lay dying at his feet, the man had the nerve to smile right before he died. Dean had a really bad feeling now. If you kill the evil thing and it smiles as it dies, it means it did something and it was going to come back and bite the killer in the butt. They called Bobby and told him and he proceeded to call them 'Idjits' and made them tell him everything, especially the spell the man was chanting before they shot him. They could hear books being picked up and flipped through at a fast pace. The boys looked at each other and sighed in dread. Bobby never worked that fast before and that had to be bad. Dean swore to himself again, he hated magic! He really really did. Bobby began to curse now as well and asked, as if he were afraid he already knew the answer. "I don't suppose you idjits left that creep alive to answer questions…did ya?"

"No?" Sam answered, unsure where this was going. "We had to shoot him, the spell was almost complete and the people were in danger. It was the only way."

Bobby sighed, he'd figured as much. "Get your butts back here fast, and by fast, I mean at the speed of frickin' light fast, got it!" The boys agreed immediately and sped to the car. They roared out of the parking lot and got to Bobby's in half a day's time. By this time they were feeling woozy and getting disoriented, their vision was flickering and they were hurting all over. They parked inside the entrance to the salvage yard and stumbled to the porch of the ramshackle house. They almost passed out but managed to kick the door in before passing out right there on the porch.

They woke up and found themselves laying on the couches in the living room. They felt feverish and were unable to move. They had never felt this bad before, what was going on? They looked at the doorway to the room and Bobby appeared , looking worried. He came in and put cool cloths on their foreheads and gave them some aspirin. He didn't say anything to them as they passed out again. He went back to his study and went through the rest of his books, hoping against hope he was wrong about what was going on with his adopted sons. He even prayed but still held out hope to find a reversal spell for this thing.

Several hours later, he wanted to cry. There was only one way to reverse it, the sorcerer himself had to say the chant in reverse and that would do it. As it was, there was no way to do so. He headed into the living room and was met with the strangest sight. There was the largest wolfhound he had ever seen on one couch and a gorgeous Rottweiler on the other, sleeping under the blankets Bobby had covered them with earlier. He groaned in despair but went to retrieve something before waking them. He was not happy with this turn of events and he was pretty sure the boys were going be even less happy than he was. In fact, they were going to be furious. He placed the amulet around his neck and cursed the Winchester luck. He steeled himself for what was to come and walked over the sleeping dogs to wake them up.

The first thing Dean and Sam noticed what that their line of vision had been lowered. They seemed to be shorter and they appeared to be looking at strangely familiar dogs as they looked at the other. They took a bit to realize what had happened to them…again, and turned to look at Bobby in shock. Dean looked furious and Sam looked amused.

'Hey, Big brother, didn't I warn you about ticking off witches. Look at us now.' He cocked his doggy head, 'Why do I always end up paying whenever you tick them off?!'

'One, it was a sorcerer not a witch. Two, you do not always pay with me when I get cursed.' Dean huffed and it transformed his features into a canine bitch face. 'And third, as I recall, I wasn't the only one emptying their clip into the guy.' Sam rolled his eyes and Dean glowered back at him.

'Yes, I do too.' Sam looked at Bobby, pleading with his eyes, 'Please tell me you can fix this.'

"No, I can't 'fix' this. The only one who could reverse it is dead, thanks to you two idjits." Bobby didn't want to do this but he had to, he was 'rip-the-band -aid-off-in -one-pull' kind of guy, "This spell is permanent, and there is no way to reverse it. "

At this revelation, two things happened that made Bobby want to laugh and cry at the same time, Doggy Dean began to howl at the top of his lungs, cursing and ranting in dog language, and Doggy Sam fainted.

This was going to take some getting used to. Bobby walked away mumbling phrases like 'idjits' and 'crap' and his personal favorite, 'Winchester luck strikes again'.

The house shook with Dean's howls. Sam covered his ears with both paws and tried to drown out his brother's angry tirade.

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(This is my own new creation, a universe inhabited by Doggy Dean and Doggy Sam. They get to experience life through a dog's eyes. Please read and review and tell me what you think. I feel this will be a fun undertaking and would like to bring some friends for the ride. Please enjoy their doggy hijinks and adventures and with that I bid you adieu. I have to go walk our boys again. Maybe get them some more food, they sure eat a lot. I am thinking Dean wants a bacon cheeseburger, maybe some kibble and bits instead…hmmm.

Please look at this and if you like, join me in this Muttverse. The boys and I welcome you.)

(I want to extend a special thanks to Lampito for her suggestion for the name of my new universe and the use of some aspects of her Best of Breed story. I am thankful for all the suggestions.)