Beta'ed by JenF. :)
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A Mutt's Lullaby
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-Ohhh…-
-Sam? Sam, you okay?!-
Another groan. –I think…- A retching sound filled the air. –Ugh...I take that back.-
Dean pawed angrily at his cage, struggling to reach his sibling.
The back of the truck opened and the two dogcatchers stuck their heads in.
"Oh, man! What a mess…" groaned the first one.
The other grimaced at the sight of Sam. "This poor fellow's sick. My guess is he ate something that didn't go over well."
-Hear that, Sammy? You're as sick as a dog.-
-I AM a dog... Jerk.-
-Bitch.-
As the two men reached out to his sibling, Dean growled fiercely at them. –Don't you dare touch him!-
They turned towards Dean's cage.
"He's got a hell of a temper, I'll give him that."
"Sure won't go over well when finding a home…"
-Temper? Let me out of here and I'll show you temper!-
"Yep, that one's got issues."
Dean growled.
"Whatever. We'll deal with him inside. Come on, boys. Time to see your new home."
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Sides heaving, breath coming in small short wheezes, John stood outside the pound, watching helplessly as his sons were pulled out of their cages and dragged into the facility.
His body tensed, a fire igniting deep in his stomach as he prepared to charge the two men holding his sons, but realizing that in the end it would only leave him in the same predicament. He was a friggin' poodle, and charging a couple dogcatchers as such was about as good as jumping off a plane without a parachute.
He needed a plan, and fast.
A sudden breeze picked up, rustling the leaves in the trees, and along with it came a familiar scent. John inhaled deeply.
The witch.
Glancing once more towards the pound, his sons disappearing through the double doors, John made a decision. If he tracked down the witch, he could reverse the spell.
He only hoped that his boys could hold out until then. Turning his paws, he headed off in the direction of his target.
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Dean paced.
Sam moped.
Steel bars separated them, their kennels set up across the hallway from each other and beyond each other's grasp.
-You okay, Sammy? You look kinda…peaky.-
Sam's ears drooped down. –I've been better.-
-Gonna puke again?-
-I don't think so.-
-That's good.- Dean slumped down. –One highlight in this shit hole...-
They quieted, listening to the barks and whimpers of the other canines imprisoned. Dean groaned, annoyed, but the sounds only worsened as soon as the lights were shut off for the night.
"Arrooo!!!"
"Arr, arr, arroooooooo!!!"
"Arrooooo!!!!"
-SHUT UP!!!!!!!- Dean roared.
The howls cut off.
Dean smiled contentedly and curled up on the concrete floor.
"Arrroooo!!!"
"Aroo, arooooo!!!!"
Dean snarled viciously and Sam clamped his paws over his ears.
It was going to be a loooooong night.
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