AN: Yes, I know I have a TON of other stories I need to pay attention to... but a dear friend really needed this chapter tonight so... Jean, this one's for you!


Dr. Reynolds had no idea what to think. He'd heard Sandy's yell and was wondering what the normally calm, compassionate student was doing causing such a disturbance especially during a surgical procedure on an animal that was being prepared for adoption. He was just about to carry on with the surgery and had the scalpel in hand when the door burst open and there stood a crazy man looking as if he was more than willing to kill anything in his path.

"Dr. Reynolds, stop!" Sandy yelled as she made her way around the man claiming to be the owner of "Buddy". I think we've found his family… Buddy's family. They weren't supposed to allow him to be viewed until we checked around but…"

Motioning for the young woman to calm down, Dr. Reynolds turned and placed the scalpel down on the tray before turning his attention towards the man in question. "And what makes you so sure this is your animal?" he demanded, not wanting to make any assumptions on who or what this person in front of him wanted.

It took everything in him not to pound the vet into the concrete slab, especially seeing what they were about to do to Sammy, but that small rational part of him knew that if he was to get his little brother home, he needed to stay calm. "Look, he's all black except for a small patch of white on his chest and inside his ears. He spends most of his time either trying to eat flies or catch dust bunnies in the air, he's terrified of storms and would most likely lick you death than even growl. He's the only thing left of my little brother and if you don't mind, I'd really like to have him back!"

Startled by what the young man had practically growled at him, the vet took a deep breath and looked at the chart noting what it said. "So, what about his undernourishment? If you care about him so much, why haven't you been taking better care of him? And since we're on the subject, how did he get away from you to begin with?"

Having enough of being in the background, Bobby stepped forward and walked towards the vet while motioning to Dean to look after his brother. "Look, you have to understand, we weren't expecting that storm, otherwise he'd have been in the house. We know he doesn't like the thunder… scares him to the point of a panic attack. As far as his weight… yeah, he's been off his feed, but so would you if you'd lost someone close to you, right? He just started eating like he should right before he took off in the middle of the night. So if you want to fine us for not having him properly secured and no tag, go ahead, but don't give me this crap that you can't tell he's Dean's pup!"

The vet looked past the older man and was shocked by what he saw. The younger man, Dean, was actually lying on the table curled around the pup while stroking his fur and talking to the animal in calm hushed tones. Sighing, he nodded and shook the other man's hand. "I'm just glad this ended happily, we don't get that many around here."

It had taken longer than expected for Sammy to wake up from his drug induced napped, but once he saw Dean he had sprung to all four paw and pounced onto the very familiar figure, leaving no doubt to anyone just who the pup belonged to. With a quick farewell, Bobby, Dean and Sammy were making their way to the truck when Dean paused and looked down at his furry brother.

"Dude, you have no idea just how close you really came to being Samantha!"

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Bobby stood at the window and watched Dean toss the ball once again so that Sammy could chase after it and bring it back. It hadn't been any surprise that once someone really began paying some attention to the pup he had taken to training like… well… like a Winchester to hunting. Now though the problem of how to get a certain puppy back to human form was really becoming an issue and he was stumped on how to achieve it.

As Dean watched and waited for Sammy to bring the ball back, he wondered about the past several weeks and just how far he'd gotten from what his little brother needed. He had no idea what to do as far as what he'd been told, and for a moment even thought maybe they shouldn't change Sammy back, but that big brother instinct of his was beginning to make itself known again and he knew he couldn't be a big brother if he didn't have a little brother around. Seeing Sammy racing back with the ball, he was prepared for what normally happened – Sammy would stop in front of him and wait until Dean pulled the ball out of his mouth. Unfortunately this time Sammy did something totally different… he didn't stop until he'd completely run Dean over and was effectively standing on the man's chest.

"Not funny Sammy… not funny at all," Dean groaned as he tried to get up off the ground. "Ok Sammy, let me up… come on now… get off!"

Sammy continued to stand on Dean's chest and staring at the man below him as if in deep consideration until it looked like Dean was about to ask a startling question, then he did something and really disgusted Dean – he licked the whole side of his face with one long stroke of his tongue before leaping off and prancing towards the porch.

"Oh no you don't you mangy mutt… get your furry ass back here!" Dean yelled as he raced off after the pup. "And to think I saved your butt from the unthinkable! Just wait… when I get hold of you, I'll neuter you myself!"

Laughing on the porch, Bobby watched Dean continue to chase after Sammy and paused a moment when he was sure he'd heard Sammy echo his chuckles in the breeze.