Title: To Moo Is Bovine
Author: captainbartholomew
Disclaimer: Maybe in some parallel dimension I own Sam and Dean… in this one however, I don't. *insert me groaning here*
Challenge Word: Drug
Word Count: 300… on the cow's spot… (I was having a little too much fun writing this)
*a/n i: Fun Fact of the day about me is I live on a dairy farm and recently one of the cows had twin baby calves and I named them Sam and Dean. They inspired this! :) I'm weird, I know.
*a/n ii: This is my first attempt at a transformationfic, so please be gentle. And sorry for the excess amount of cow jokes I couldn't restrain myself.
If Dean could have sworn at this moment in time, he would have.
Why couldn't the witch just drug him with a potion or something? But no, it was a witch, so leave it to her to think up some whackadoodle idea to torture the poor hunter.
He was regretting not waiting for Sam, but on the bright side, Sam would be here any minute to find Dean in his new - hopefully not permanent - state.
The elder brother gazed at his reflection in the mirror once again; he was a little black and white baby cow. Sam was going to give him such crap for this. His ears were now on either side of his head and his eyes were blue instead of the usual emerald. And god damn it, he had a tail, a freaking tail!
He heard the door creak as Sam entered and walked in to find the baby calf staring at him wide eyed wearing Dean's signature amulet around its neck indicating it was his brother.
"Dude," Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I guess she found you udderly irresistible."
If cows could groan, Dean would have, instead all he let out was an audible moo.
"Come on; let's get you back to normal. I don't think you want to make an attempt at riding in the Impala like that," Sam said as he began to scrounge through the witch's many spell books. Dean just looked at Sam rather annoyed with him still.
"Why are you so moo-dy, ha get it?" questioned Sam with a chuckle as Dean attempted to roll his eyes, but failed horribly as he marched past his brother and out into the yard. There was some grass out there calling his name anyway.
Man, their lives were really messed up.
