A/N: Because why not. Enjoy. -Jaq
"Sammy, are you sure?" Dean Winchester said, swallowing hard. He placed a hand hesitantly on his younger brother's shoulder.
Sam nodded resolutely. "Yes. This-this is what I want. This is the right thing to do."
Dean sighed and looked away. "I'm gonna miss drinking beer with you, Sam," he choked out. Dean let his hand drop as Sam walked away into a small room.
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Inside the room, Sam took a deep breath. He pulled out a knife, and, gritting his teeth a little from the pain, made a small cut on his forearm. Blood ripped into a bowl. Sam quickly bound up the cut and started shaking things into the bowl. A pinch of this, a few drops of that, et caetera.
With a strong, clear voice, he spoke a few words of Latin, and the bowl blazed with a yellow light. Hesitating only for a second, Sam downed the potion.
It tasted bitter, and within a minute, the transformation began. Sam could feel himself double in size. His limbs grew longer and more knobbly, and his hair receded a little bit.
After two minutes, it was over. Done.
Sam was finally a real moose.
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