Eyes glinted in the dark corner before Sam emerged. He was pretty large, not that Dean was surprised, given he was a sasquatch in regular form too. His chestnut fur was long and shaggy.

Hazel eyes peered up at him. But they didn't know him.

Sam bared his teeth and growled low in his throat, a warning. Dean knew perfectly well that there was a handgun on the bed only a few feet away, but both Sam and Dean also knew for a fact that he would never grab it.

Dean swallowed, and shifted a foot back. Sam's gaze flickered down and his big ears twitched. Dean took another step back. Right onto the beer bottle he had refused to pick up the night before.

With a startled grunt, Dean landed flat on his ass. Both the action and the cry alarmed the already skittish Sam and he snarled, hackles raising. "Oh, crap," Dean murmured.

Sam lunged.

Dean would never remember seeing Sheila Tubbs break through the window, but he would be grateful for a very long time.

She landed on her paws, stumbling a bit before catching herself. She didn't hesitate to slide herself in between Sam and Dean, growling her own warning at Sam. He whined before crouching in a sign of submission.

Sheila licked Sam's ear, and he did the same before rising back to his full height. Dean didn't even dare to breathe, just in case both wolves panicked. Sheila raised her lips in some sort of wolfish smile, and Dean almost laughed.

She looked back at same and barked before looking back at Dean. At least she was sane. She recognized him clearly, thank God.

She trotted up to him before looking back at Sam. Sam backed up, head down and another pitious whine coming from him.

Sheila went to his side and pressed her snout against her own and Sam leaned into it, ducking his head even more to hide in her fur.

Dean figured it was safe and sat up, legs crossed. He smiled at the two. "Still shy, are you Sammy?"

One hazel eye peered at him.

Dean blinked. "Come on, Sam," he encouraged, trying to keep his tone light and soft. Sam's ears perked and then two eyes were peeking at him. Dean grinned.

"Sammy? It's Dean." At 'Dean' Sam disengaged himself from Sheila before cautiously padding up to him. His dark brown nose twitched, sniffing the air.

Dean let him smell him, even though it wa a little weird. It could be used as blackmail in the morning. Sam stepped closer before making one of the most adorable sounds that could ever be heard.

Dean didn't even have a second before a mound of fur was trying to crawl into his lap. Sam was kind of too big, so he settled for having his front half on Dean's lap with his face pressed into his shoulder.

With wide eyes, Dean slowly reached down to stroke Sam's fur.

Sam sighed.

Another howl rang from the forest and Sam's face turned to look curiously at the forest. He seemed confused, but Sheila was bristling, snarling, hackles raised.

"Sheila?" Sheila stopped snarling long enough to look at Sam, then him. She raced towards the window and leapt up and out. Sam yowled, and got to him feet, trotting after her before Dean could grab him.

Sam reached up to rest his paws on the smooth windowsill with his back paws standing on a few pieces of broken glass.

Dean got to his feet, foot tingling from Sam's weight resting on it for so long. "Sam, don't," he warned. Sam looked at him before blinking, and it was like the light finally came on.

Like Sam could see Dean as Dean. He whined before lifting himself onto the windowsill, breeze from outside ruffling his fur. Another howl, followed by a animalistic shriek, sent Sam streaking towards the forest.

Dean watched in amazement as Sam vanished into the underbrush. "Sam!" He grabbed the gun and tucked it into the back of his waistband, grumbling as he climbed out the window and landed on the grass, jogging into the trees after his crazy ass brother.