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And I was finally able to get some art done for this story!I scetched the scene in which Dean is carrying Janet away from the cabin and hears Sams yelp. Be sure to check it out…

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Sam stared up at Dean with an expression of shock and confusion, why had Dean shifted back and not him?

"Dean…" Sam asked through telepathy, seeing if his brother could still hear him, Dean jumped slightly at the voice that penetrated his mind.

"I hear ya Sammy, but how bout you shift back now?" Dean asked as walked across the room to his bed and duffel bag.

"Dean! I don't think I can! I don't feel anything, and the sun is up!" Sam had panic in his voice that made it rise in pitch and Dean cringe in slight pain. Dean grabbed his duffel bag and started pulling a clean shirt out, a tense look on his face.

"Dude, earth to Dean?!" Sam shouted once again, this time he stood on two to face Dean. Dean looked up at his brother that now towered over him.

"I heard ya big foot, I'm thinkin' that that witch hit ya with a spell that now enables you to shift back." Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration then let it fall to his side.

"Damnit…" He whispered then sat on the bed beside the girl who was still unconscious.

Sam said nothing, all the "what ifs" running through his mind, what if he never changed back? What if the didn't kill this witch? What if he started to turn evil?

He whimpered softly and slowly sat on his bed, Dean looked up and saw his brother with his head bent in sadness. Dean sighed and got up, he drew closer to Sam and sat down beside him.

"This has got to be on the top five oddest sights between the two of us huh? You a giant fur ball next to me, a handsome devil." Dean smirked at his own humor, but it quickly fell from his face as no reaction came out of Sam.

He had failed, Dean was mentally tearing himself to pieces, it was his entire fault Sammy was stuck like this! He should have been the distraction, not his little brother Sam! God Damn it! What the hell was his problem? Swallowing hard he laid a hand on Sams massive shoulder, in comfort.

"Sammy, we'll change you back. If it means me frickin' diein', I'll get you back to being my little brother." Dean looked to meet his eyes, Sam turned to his brother with a pained look, the damn near saddest puppy dog eyes Dean had ever seen.

"Thanks Dean…but hopefully it won't come to that." Sam sighed and then perked his ears quickly as he heard the girl awakening from the other bed. Dean quickly stood and went to her side, he signaled Sam to get down and sit in a more dog looking position. Sam rolled his eyes but obeyed his older brother.

"Where am I?" She asked with sleepiness in her voice as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Our motel room, here have some water." Dean held out the glass for her, the girl brushed back her ragged blonde hair and grabbed the glass desperately.

"Drink slow, its been a while and you can't rush it." Dean said roughly, he didn't need her getting sick from lack of patience. She nodded and took small sips, then seemed to suddenly notice Sam. She met his eyes and stopped in mid drink, Dean shifted uncomfortably and hoped she didn't freak out.

"You were the one that rescued me last night, weren't you?" She asked, setting the glass on the small table and holding his gaze.

"No, I…" Dean stopped himself, his pride had boiled to the surface and then he realized he shouldn't be telling this girl that he was a shape shifter currently. To late, she had heard.

"You?..." She looked Dean deep in the eyes and then smiled softly.

"Your eyes, I still see it in your eyes." Deans expression was hard as he glanced over the girl, why the hell wasn't she freaking out?

"And you're not freaked by this?" He blurted out, Sam glared at him with flattened ears. She shook her head no.

"You rescued me from that evil witch, which I thank you greatly for. And I actually think the whole shape shifting thing is pretty cool." Dean couldn't help but grin, and Sam only rolled his eyes, causing his brothers grin to drop.

"So, uh, you're Janet Reed correct?" Dean asked as he sat beside her.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" She asked, lying back down in exhaustion.

"You went missing a few days ago and we heard about it." Dean paused slightly.

"Janet, what happened up there?" Dean asked softly, sympathy in his voice for he had smelled the death there, knew it was recent. Tears brimmed her blue eyes and she looked at Dean with hurt.

"I can't…"

"If were going to stop her from ever doing this again, we need to know." Dean said, glancing at Sam for support.

"What the hell you want me to do, kinda lack the speaking skills right now!"

Dean glared at him then turned back to Janet, she swallowed hard and looked up at Dean.

"She, she killed my boyfriend Travis, just by saying some kind of spell. She slit my wrists and put my blood in some gold cup, the rest is all pretty blurred…" She turned away as tears steamed down her cheek and she let out a small sob.

Sam whimpered softly and put his muzzle beneath her hand, it was his very own way of comforting. She smiled softly and started gently running her hand through Sams thick, soft fur. She turned to Dean with a puzzled look.

"If you saved me, then who is this?" She asked quietly.

"Uh, that's my brother Sam, but it appears that stupid bitch made it so he can't change back for now. Usually he's less canine, more ugly and broody." Dean flashed Sam a quick grin, he returned it with a glare.

Janet laughed lightly at the bickering brothers and pulled the covers tighter and fell back into sleep. Sam watched her for a moment longer and then turned and walked to Dean who was sitting in a oversized chair, an expression of deep thought on his face. Sam sighed and sat by his brothers feet, exhausted with both the night and the fact that he was stuck like this.

"I'm sorry Sammy…" Dean sighed with pain in his voice, pain that made Sam flinch.

"Why Dean, it isn't you fault, really don't think you made her a witch, unless you aren't telling me something." Sam said easily, trying to put a little confidence in his voice.

"Sam, I should have distracted, not you…it was selfish of me." Dean said, running a hand over his ruffled hair. He heard Sam snort a wolfish laughter.

"What?"

"Well, the thought of you being stuck like this is much worse then me being stuck." Sam said with humor in his voice.

"Oh yeah, whys that?"

"No reason, no reason…" Sam laughed his canine laugh a little more to himself.

"Whatever ya fur ball." Dean said sarcastically. Sam smiled lightly and then rose on all fours, which was almost eye level with Dean sitting down. He leaped onto Deans bed and began to lay down to get comfy.

"Uh-hu, I don't think so buster! I get bed, you get floor." Dean rose and walked next to the bed staring down at Sam.

"I get stuck like this and you make me sleep on the floor?! You frickin' Jerk!" Sam didn't move and Dean grumbled angrily.

"That's exactly why you sleep on the floor, it's much comfier for you!" Dean shouted at the wolf.

"Psh! How bout no!" Sam let out a soft growl and laid his ears back at his brother. Dean was a bit intimidated at his brothers' appearance, not being in wolf form himself it was a little threatening. They heard a light forced cough from the other bed, both brothers looked up to see Janet looking at both of them.

"If someone wants to sleep in this bed I could go home." She said quietly.

"Actually we think the witch may come after you again because she already started using you for a sacrifice, so if you want to go home you can, but I don't recommend it until she's dead." Dean said with brutal honesty, Sam sighed at his brothers' way of telling people things.

"Oh…" She sighed, a look of fear and surprise on her face.

"Yeah…" Dean said awkwardly.

"Sam can sleep with me if he wants, I can't really get warm anyhow." She said a bit embarrassed.

Dean attempted to hold back laughter as Sam wagged his tail at the friendly offer, hearing his brother he shot him a growl. He jumped off his brothers' bed and snuggled next to Janet, glad that he was not feared.

"Whatever…"Dean whispered.

"You're just jealous cause she's more afraid of you as a human then me as a giant wolf." Sam replied with a small smile on his muzzle.

Dean waved a hand at his brother then laid down on his own bed, glancing occasionally at his brother who was snuggled protectively by the small teenager. Sam had his chin resting on his paws as Janet slept next to him with her body close for warmth. Her shivering began to subside as his warm coat acted like an insulator and heat radiated from his body. Deans soft snores filled the room and Sam found himself falling into a cozy sleep…