Dog Days
Chapter 4
"Come again? Sam is a-what now?"
"I'm telling you Bobby, it is defiantly him, and yes, he is a dog"
Over the line, Dean could hear the muffled snorts of Bobby trying not to laugh.
"This isn't funny Bobby! My brother has four paws and a tail!"
At that, Bobby's resolve broke and he guffawed in laughter. Dean rolled his eyes, listening to the deep chortling. 'Yeah laugh it up; your little brother hasn't been turned into a canine'. After a minute Bobby's mirth subsided.
"Damn it boy, how do you always end up in trouble?"
Dean rubbed his temple, "I don't know! I don't go looking for it; it just... tends to find me I guess"
"Well you better haul ass over to my place pronto; see what we can do to fix Sam up"
"Alright, we will head over first thing in the morning. Thanks Bobby"
"Don't mention it kid"
Dean tucked his mobile back into his pocket and sat down on the rickety motel bed with a sigh. Sam was sniffing around the perimeter of the room and investigating the new smells. Nose twitching as he snuffled along the ground, he sneezed inhaling dust and shook his pelt. Pacing; claws snagging on the holey carpet, he stuck his snout under the bed, chewed on the table leg and chased his tail.
Finally with a yawn he slumped down, looking at Dean with those dewy sensitive eyes.
"Well, you defiantly put a new swing to the saying puppy eyes huh"
Sam tilted his head in response.
"Can you understand me? You know you are Sam right?"
Sam barked, wagging his feathered tail.
'I'll take that as a yes then'
With a yawn a flopped back onto the squeaky bed still clothed, pulling the scratchy sheet up around his shoulders and slowly, his eyes began to droop.
Sam jumped up onto the bed, nose in Deans face licking his chin.
"Ah gross man! Seriously, I get you're a dog but the rule still stands; No chick flick moments okay? None!"
Sam pinned back his ears, his brow twitching comically as he whined, eyes wide and innocent, his tail wagging softly. A melancholy overwhelmed Dean, Sam's face was of one that sought refuge and comfort and held the same expression from when he was 5 years old.
He was awoken by a pattering of feet on the wooden floor in his bedroom and saw through blurry eyes, a teary Sam in his pyjamas.
"Watcha doing Sam It's the middle of the night"
"Couldn't sleep, I'm scared of the dark"
With a sigh Dean pulled back the duvet, "Alright come 'ere, just don't take up all the room okay?"
Sam nodded wiping his runny nose on his sleeve, then climbed in, the bed springs squeaking. He snuggled down next to Dean, taking up more than half the bed but Dean didn't say anything. He smiled and drifted back to sleep, an arm wrapped around his baby brother.
Dean smiled sadly at the fond memories, and looked at Sam and sighed. "Fine then, up you get."
With a happy yip Sam scrambled clumsily up onto the bed, circled a bit before settling down with a 'humpphh' onto the bed, muzzle rested on Dean's chest. Before he could protest, Sam was snoring, breathing heavily in and out, stubby whiskers twitching as he whiffled in his sleep.
Dean let the warrior in him let down his guard ever so slightly and he smiled fondly. "I suppose one can't hurt can It." he murmured.
Soon Dean was snoring also.
Sorry, I know it's short! Shall update soon and maybe improve this chapter later, it was a bit rushed.
TBC