The little dog snarled as the woman bent over him with a smile.
Not taking the green-eyed pug's warning seriously, she reached out to pat his bulbous head and he reacted with a sharp snap to her fingers.
The woman jerked her hand back with a cry of pain.
"Madam!" The owner of the pet shop rushed out from behind the counter. Gabbling profuse apologies, he ushered the woman into his office.
No one saw Sam step up to the puppy pen and tuck the offending canine under his coat.
"Damn it, Dean. What is it with you and witches?"