AN: A very happy birthday to the birthday girl Sammygirl1963!!!


Dean followed the older hunter into the house knowing that he was about to get chewed out, and it didn't take long for Bobby to get started.

"Alright boy, mind telling me what the hell happened?" Bobby sneered as he glanced out the window to make sure the pup Dean called Sam was still in the yard. "Better yet… how the hell you're taking this so damn calmly?"

Taking a deep breath, Dean explained everything from seeing the puppy playing to the kid demanding him make a wish, quickly feeling more like the idjit the other man often called him. Ok, it really wasn't his fault, after all who really believes their wishes will come true anyways?

"So let me get this straight. I send you two out to check on a possible hunt and you what… get tired of your brother so you decide to change him? Is that what you're saying?" Bobby asked with a strange calm that all but chilled Dean to the bone. "That boy out there pulled himself off his own damn sick bed to stay with you and that damn fool daddy of yours, and that's somehow not good enough, you want him to… what… jump around and play like some kid? Damn it Dean! Whether you want to admit it or not… John was Sam's father too. Just because they butted heads don't mean the kid didn't love the man." Seeing Dean coming real close to protesting he put up his hand and shook his head. "Don't get started with me, you'll lose. Right now we need to find out if this was a real wish or a curse; let's hope it's just a wish and that it'll wear off on its own. God knows we don't need another mangy mutt around here."

Shocked, Dean was about to say something in defense of his brother, but realized that was exactly what Bobby had been hoping for. Shaking his head he ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "So, since I'm already in the doghouse, should I toss a blanket out there for Sam too?"

Snorting in disbelief, Bobby opened the door and called to Sam watching closely for any recognition in the puppy. Seeing only extreme happiness, but no actual signs of the human Sam, Bobby regretfully led the pup to the other end of the porch and quickly fashioned a collar and tied him far enough away from Rumsfield so they wouldn't get tangled.

"Sorry about this fella, but I have a feeling that if I let you inside there'd be hell to pay tomorrow. Don't worry though, we'll figure this out and get you back to normal in no time."

Hearing the pup whine unhappily, Bobby came close to relenting but knew he needed to fill Dean in on why his little brother wouldn't be joining them tonight. Turning though he was faced with empty space, filling him in on just how bad the situation was between the brothers. 'Damn fool, just like his daddy turning his back on the kid when he needs him the most.'

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Dinner had been subdued with both men knowing that if there were any talking it would most likely turn into another argument. Instead they silently ate while trying to ignore the incessant whining from outside coming from one very unhappy puppy. It didn't take them too long to eat and get the plates cleaned and put up, only for them to realize that it might be a good thing to put some distance between them for the time being as well.

Bobby stayed in his library researching wishing wells and any connection to curses while Dean made calls to the remaining number of hunter friends and acquaintances they had in order to try to find a way out of this mess. It took the remaining part of the night to come up with the exact same thing – nothing. Now they both were not only frustrated at the situation but themselves as well. Neither of them wanted to leave Sam in his new form any longer than necessary, but neither of them knew how to get him back to the way he should be.

After making sure both Rumsfield and Sam had plenty of water and Sam wasn't in any danger of tangling himself up in the thin rope, Bobby sighed and made his way upstairs to get a few hours sleep before tackling the problem again.

Dean watched as Bobby checked on both dogs and wondered at the soft spot the old man had towards his dog. Shaking his head, he conceded that maybe he had a good idea and made his way up the stairs to the guest room he'd been sharing with his brother before this whole mess began. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, 'Only Sam's puppy dog eyes could get us into this much trouble.'

The sound of rumbling overshadowed the sound of whimpering and whining that was occurring outside in the downpour, not fully waking the occupants inside the old farmhouse. While lightening streaked across the night sky, the hunters slept on, oblivious to the chaos ensuing so close to their own door.

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Something woke him. It was that sense that something was missing, something not right, and it was that something that obviously wasn't going to leave him alone. Turning, Dean looked at the clock and groaned seeing that it was only five in the morning and even the sun had the decency not to be up and around yet.

Turning onto his side he was faced with the empty bed next to him and a moment of panic set in his stomach until he remembered exactly why his little brother was nowhere to be seen. Settling into the warm blankets once more he was just beginning to drift off again when a bright flash lit up the room quickly followed by the crashing sound of thunder erupting overhead, startling him fully awake. It took another moment to associate the feeling he was feeling right then and when he did, he knew he didn't have any time to waste. His brother was terrified of storms, had been since he was three and they'd had to take shelter in a dark basement during a tornado in southwest Missouri. It wouldn't have been so bad except there had been small windows at the top of the basement walls and when they had blown; things had swirled around until they'd been pelted black and blue with everything from musty pillows to antique type lamps.

Racing down the stairs he tried to listen for any signs of distress, but could only hear the buildup of another storm as the wind picked up and began to howl outside. Fumbling only slightly with the locks he flung open the door peered into the night where he knew Sam had been. Not seeing anything, he stumbled down the steps barely registering Rumsfield taking shelter under Bobby's truck. Reaching the spot where he knew Sam had been tied up to keep him out of the road, he looked down in shock seeing only a frayed end of rope where his brother had once been.

"SAM! SAM, ANSWER ME! SAMMMMMY!!!"