Hey this is bun bun babe and I usually have my stories betaed but I have six chapters done and I won't make my beta work that hard when she is doing so much so please forgive any mistkaes and enjoy please read and review
Chapter 1: Long Face
This story is dedicated to my Sammy loving friend and my Dean loving buddy, I accidently got stuck on this thought and had to write this story.
Dean looked at his younger brother and started to laugh. "I told you to be careful around that witch but you didn't listen to me and now you're a horse," Dean said as he tried to hold back in his laughter. Sam looked at his brother and snorted. "You're the one that pissed her off not me," Sam said in a huff with a horsy bitch face. Biting his lip Dean tried not to smile he had already dodged one kick to the chest from his brother already. "Oh why the long face we're going to figure this out," Dean remarked as he resumed laughing at his brother's expense. Sam snorted and began to walk away with great difficulty like a new born colt just taking its first steps. After a few minutes Sam got the feel for walking on four legs and walked around the small clearing near the cabin where they had chased the witch to.
"You know we could always rent you out for parties and make a lot of money that way," Dean commented as he followed his brother back to the Impala. Sam ignored his older brother and walked to the car. When he got the car Sam sighed and hung his head down before he dropped to his knees and lowered the rest of his body to the ground. Dean walked over and looked at his brother. "I guess I better call Bobby and see if he can get us a horse trailer otherwise you're going to be stuck here until we fix this," Dean remarked with a smirk.
Sam snorted and put his head down as comfortable as possible and decided to take a nap as the warm summer sun beat down on his chestnut brown fur. Dean pulled his phone out and dialed Bobby's number. "Hey Bobby, we got rid of the witch, but here's a strange question you wouldn't happen to have or know someone with a horse trailer would you?" Dean asked as he sat on the grass and leaned back so he was using Sam as a giant pillow. Sam cracked his eyes open and tried to nudge his brother off of him. Swatting at Sam's muzzle Dean pushed him away.
Bobby groaned over the phone and grabbed his keys off the desk beside him. "What did you two idjits do now? I know someone who's got a horse trailer I can be where you are in four hours. Just stay out of trouble until I get there," Bobby said as he hung up and went to find a horse trailer. Grumbling about being reckless he hitched it up to one of his cars and made his way to Minnesota.
Sam snorted softly when he got bored and moved slowly so he wouldn't wake Dean who had fallen asleep against him. Making sure Dean didn't crack his head on the side of the Impala Sam walked off to find a place to have some privacy and try to clear his mind. As he walked slowly through the low hanging branches he came across a stream and kneeled down to drink. If he were a human he would never drink from a stream but he was thirsty and needed to drink something. After he was full Sam got up and started to walk around to see what was around. Moving carefully through the underbrush Sam found a large field. If I just run around once it wouldn't hurt anything… Sam thought as he began to gallop through the field as fast as he could.
Listening to the wind roaring in his ears Sam was lost in his own world as he felt the earth beneath his hooves. When he turned a wide circle Sam got the feeling he was being watched. Slowing to a trot Sam noticed a pickup truck on the edge of the field he knew to keep his distance from it. Walking slowly back to the edge of the woods where he knew the trail back to the car was Sam heard a branch snap behind him before he could turn his head he felt a rope around his neck. Bucking and kicking at the captive feeling Sam watched as a group of men circled him and move him into a hidden horse trailer.
Struggling against the rope Sam could hear the men outside laughing and hooting and hollering about their latest catch to sell at auction. Sam mentally cursed himself for going out alone. Dean has no idea where I am and now I'm probably never going to see him again…the younger Winchester worried about his brother. Soon the trailer jerked and Sam tried to concentrate on the truck's movements so he could find his way back after he escaped. That is if I escape… Sam thought as he snorted softly. When the truck finally stopped Sam was led out of the trailer and forced into an enclosed pen. After an hour of waiting people began to walk by the pen and watched the Winchester turned horse as he was led around the pen by the halter that an older woman had managed to put on Sam's head when he was brought into the pen. It took Sam only a minute to realize that he was at an auction house. He could hear people talk about him and his starting bid. When I get out of here I'm going to kill Dean for this… Sam thought as he was led over to the edge of the pen so those wanting to bid on him could get a better look. When the group moved on Sam was moved to a secured stake in the ground and tied to it so he couldn't escape. Letting out a sigh Sam kneeled on the ground so he could preserve his energy for a later escape.
Dean groaned as he looked around the small clearing his brother was missing and in the body of a horse. "Sammy! Hey Sammy come on, come on boy," he called as he began to whistle as if he were calling a dog. "Oh man Bobby is going to kill me…" Dean said as he began to look for any signs of his baby brother. Walking around the tree line he noticed a path that seemed to be made by a large animal, following it into the woods he found the stream. Looking around for where Sam could have gone Dean saw the large field in the distance. Horse body plus giant field equals a happy Sam… Dean thought as he crashed through the underbrush until he reached the field only to find it empty. Kicking a rock as far as he could Dean groaned and looked around for any clues.
Walking back to the car Dean got behind the wheel and banged his head against the steering wheel until he felt a headache growing from the damage he was doing. When he was done beating himself up Dean leaned back and looked at the ceiling of his Impala. "Oh man I shouldn't have fallen asleep…" Dean mumbled as he tried to figure out what to do next to find Sam. Pulling his cell phone out Dean looked at it before dialing Bobby's number. "Hey Bobby… um Sam's been… well horse-napped, and I have no idea how to find him," Dean said calmly as he pulled the phone away from his ear as Bobby yelled at him.
"You should have been watching him, who knows where he could be now…I'll meet you in town at your motel, we'll figure something then… idjit," Bobby said as he drove down the highway. Dean sighed as the other end hung up. "Where are you Sammy?" Dean mumbled as he turned the engine over and drove back to the hotel he and Sam were staying at. Pulling into a parking spot just outside the room Dean went inside and dropped on the bed grabbing the remote he surfed the channel until he found a Dr. Sexy marathon to keep him busy until Bobby arrived. Dean smirked as he favorite nurse showed up. "Hello… Cassandra…" Dean said as he laughed as he watched the nurse in the skimpy outfit walk down the hall.
Sam woke to the sounds of a woman coming into his pen and getting him to his feet and leading him out of the pen and into a large tent where people were sitting with paddles betting on farm equipment and farm yard art. As he was brought to the podium Sam snorted at the man standing there in overalls, and long almost mutton chop sideburns and short hair. To Sam he looked like Elvis just without his talent, or good looks. Looking out at the crowd sitting in the large tent Sam tried to look for his brother in the crowd. "Alright…the bidding will begin at five hundred dollars," the man said as he walked over and patted Sam's haunches. Snorting in annoyance Sam backed away and put his ears back as the man stood beside him.
"Two hundred and fifty-seven thousand dollars," a voice yelled from the back of the tent. Sam quirked his eyebrows up a bit. "Going once… going twice …sold to the gentleman in the back, thank you everyone for coming we hope to see you next month," the man said as he gave Sam another hard pat on the back before walking off. Waiting for his so called owner Sam felt his eyes go wide when he saw who bought him. "It's a pleasure to see you again Sammy," the snarky British angel said as he walked over and patted the younger Winchester on the neck.
Neighing softly Sam let the angel lead him out of the tent. "I was just making my way around the area looking for something to do when I found this quaint little town and something that felt off, and low and behold I find Sam Winchester living out some sort of black beauty fantasy, so care to explain what happened?" Balthazar asked under his breath as he led farther away from the other humans. Sam waited until they were alone before he spoke. "Dean pissed a witch off and I got caught in the cross fire of her curse. And here I am as a horse," Sam said as he let himself be led away. Balthazar laughed and put a hand on Sam's back and snapped his fingers instantly transporting them to a very swank hotel room that looked expensive.
"Now would you like to stay a horse or should I find a way to change you back?" Balthazar asked as he walked to the bar and began to mix himself a drink. Sam huffed and shook his head. "Find a way to change me back now I'm not enjoying being a horse very much at all. Even though I can talk this is annoying especially with this head gear on its making my ears itch." Sam said as he shook his head again. "Hang on," Balthazar said as he put his drink down and walked over to Sam and removed the headgear before beginning to scratch Sam behind the ear. Sam sighed happily as he lowered his head so the angel could reach every spot that bothered him.
Once he felt better Sam pulled away and looked at the angel. "Change me back now… I don't want to be a horse anymore," Sam said as he watched the angel closely. "Alright…. hold your horses, but I want something in return for turning you human again since it's going to take a lot out of me," Balthazar said as he walked back to the bar and grabbed his drink and downed it in a second. "Fine I'll do whatever you want just change me back right now," Sam demanded as he put his hoof down hard on the floor. Walking over to the younger hunter Balthazar grabbed both sides of Sam's muzzle and put his forehead against the large horse head and closed his eyes as he began to concentrate. In a blinding flash of bluish light Sam felt body changing back to its normal human form. After a minute Sam found himself standing naked in front of the angel.
Balthazar groaned and backed away and wrapped himself in his own wings and made them more solid to block out all light and sound. "Sam could you be a prince and shut off all the lights for me, it seems that changing you back to human has given me a migraine," Balthazar said from deep under his wings. Sam sighed and located the light switches and grabbed a blanket to wrap around his waist before plunging the room into darkness. Making his way back across the room Sam tripped on the edge of the blanket he had around his waist and crashed into a large wall of soft feathers. "Careful Sammy you wouldn't want to hurt yourself now," Balthazar said as he opened his wing up a bit to look at the young hunter who had hit his wings and somehow his blanket had slipped dangerously low down his backside.
Smirking in the darkness Balthazar had an idea. "Sammy could you do me a favor and rub my wing joints it would make me feel better and remember I turned you back into a human. Sam sighed and collected his blanket and moved around the feathery cocoon he found Balthazar's shirt missing. Telling himself it was just pay back for breaking the curse Sam rubbed the joints for the wings as his hands brushed some of the feathers they felt amazing under his hands. Moving his other hand to the other wing Sam let his hands float over the feathers feeling each one carefully. As he moved his hands Sam swore he could smell the faint scent of cherries that seemed to get stronger the more he touched the wings. Entranced by the smell Sam moved back down the wings to the junction between the wing and the vessel's back Balthazar purred loudly like an over grown cat.
Chuckling at sound Sam leaned over and nuzzled the snarky angel's neck. "Unless you plan on giving me the worst rug burn I ever had maybe we should move to a bed soon, then again maybe a little rug burn might not be so bad," Sam whispered huskily in the angel's ear. Balthazar leaned back and made sure Sam was holding onto him before he transported the both of them to the large bed on the other side of the hotel room. "I don't want you hurting your back too much… otherwise Dean might figure something out," Balthazar remarked. "It's quite a turn off when you talk about my brother… so either shut that mouth or find something else to use it for," Sam said as he resumed playing with Balthazar's wings as he leaned over and whispered something in the angel's ear.
"Why Sam Winchester….I didn't know you had such naughty thoughts about an angel before… you're not as innocent as you seem are you?" Balthazar asked with a smirk. Sam chuckled coolly "You have no idea how naughty I can be, besides who ever said I was innocent," Sam remarked as he fell back against the pillows and moved his leg against the feathers closest to him releasing another wave of cherry scent into the air. Feeling light headed and aroused Sam felt his blood boil. "You might want to hurry and bed me before I jump you," Sam said smirking.