Thanks again to my Beta, JenF, and to all those who reviewed! :)
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Use That Sniffer!
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-Don't say it. Don't say a word.-
Sam and Dean cast each a sidelong glance and, as ordered, wordlessly followed their father down the street, trying to ignore the pom-pom tail that bounced up and down with each step John took.
-First thing's first,- John said, -we need to find this witch and force her to change us back.-
-How?- asked Sam.
John stopped and turned. –Do what dogs do. Use your nose.- He sniffed at the air.
And sniffed.
So hard it ended in a snort, and John coughed as he inhaled mucus. –Damn small nose.-
-That's not the only thing that's small,- Dean muttered.
-What's that, boy?-
-Nothing, sir!-
The brothers copied their father's previous action, hoping to catch a whiff of their enemy.
Sam's tail rose. –Hang on. I think. I think I got something…-
Sniff, sniff…
-Well?- John pressed.
Sniff, sniff…"EEE-achooo!"
John and Dean jumped in surprise. Sam hung his head, nose dripping and eyes turning red. –Nob…sowrry.-
"EEE-achooo!"
-What's wrong with you?- Dean asked.
-Pollen.-
-Dammit,- John swore again. –Dean?-
-On it.- Dean raised his nose to the wind.
Sniff, sniff…
Sniiiiiiiiiffff…
-Heeeeyy…-
-What? What?!-
-I smell…I smell…one juicy bacon cheeseburger with a side of curly fries.- Dean grinned. -Oh yeah!-
John sighed. -So much for that idea.-
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I'm sad. It was after I sent this chapter to my beta that I was told that poodles used to be hunting dogs. Oops. But then, John isn't usually a poodle, so just assume he's still got his human sense of smell. ^^;