AN: Ok, as you all know, this story is different from what I normally write... but I hope you enjoy it anyway... oh, and there's probably only one more chapter after this. Take care!

John knew he heard the words, he knew they were in plain English, he even knew that he understood what they meant; that did not help the fact that he was unable to wrap his head around what his eldest boy had just told him.

"What?" he asked; shocked at the utter despair he saw in Dean's eyes.

"Sammy and this little girl were arguing, she said she was a witch Sammy didn't believe her she decided to show him and turned him into a rabbit. Now can we please go find my baby brother, Dad? Please?" Dean pleaded, knowing that for every second they hesitated, that was another second Sammy had to get further away from them.

Wondering how their lives could get so damn mixed up that he not only had to worry about his boys safety while they were at school, but also worry about them being turned into animals, John grabbed his jacket and followed Dean out the door hoping that this was just some sort of weird practical joke his boys were pulling on him.

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"Look Mommy… a bunny!" a little boy exclaimed in excitement at seeing a small brown bunny rabbit hopping in their backyard.

"I see Zack, now leave the bunny alone, you don't want to scare it do you?"

"But Mommy, I wanna keep it!" whined the little boy.

Totally oblivious to the commotion he was causing, little Bunny Sammy made his way across the nice green lawn toward the bushes in the back where he immediately curled up and fell asleep, the excitement of escaping wearing on his little body. Deep in sleep, he was unaware of the danger he was in until he heard the loud meow in front of him coming from a very angry cat. Frightened, Bunny Sammy took off again, zigging and zagging until he finally could no longer hear the cat behind him.

Pausing, he saw a big open field with lots of flowers and trees on the other side. Curious, he started across enjoying the feel of the grass and the smell of the flowers around him. Suddenly hungry, he stopped to eat on a few dandelions before beginning his adventure again.

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"Ok son, tell me again what happened?" John asked, as they followed the faint tracks along the dirty parking lot. 'Thank God it hasn't rained in awhile.' He thought, hoping that they'd still be able to stay on his baby's trail until they found him.

Sighing, Dean wondered why he had to repeat himself, this was a serious situation after all; they should be running after Sammy not going over what had happened again. "Sammy had a run in with a Wendy wannabe." Seeing the questioning look on his dad's face, Dean elaborated. "A witch Dad, this girl said she was a witch. Neither of us believed her, I mean c'mon… who ever heard of a six year old witch before? Anyway, she wanted to prove it and recited this lame-o spell to make Sammy hop around like a rabbit, and instead turned him into one."

Shaking his head, John couldn't help but wonder just how they were going to explain this one if they couldn't get Sammy turned back. Sighing he continued to follow his son's tracks until they reached a busy street and the feeling of dread crept up on him once again. Looking along the roadside, he didn't see anything that would resemble a hurt rabbit, and felt himself feeling thankful for that small miracle. Leading the way, he and Dean rushed across the street and tried to pick up where their search had left off. Discouraged, both were about to give in to their fears when they heard a little boy's screams that gave them renewed hope.

"Mr. Jingles scared my bunny!" the boy wailed to his mother.

"Zack, he wasn't your bunny, calm down!"

As John and Dean walked into the backyard they saw a mother trying to give comfort to her son but not meeting with any success.

"Ahem, excuse me ma'am, I'm hoping you could help us. We're trying to find my son… son's pet rabbit… and we think he might have hopped into your yard." John said, trying not to sound like a lunatic, but he couldn't very well explain that they were looking for his son who was the rabbit now could he?

Nodding, Dean enthused, "Yeah, he's mine and he's like this big" he said while holding his hand apart, "and he's got dark reddish brown fur, and…"

"NO HE'S MY BUNNY!" the little boy wailed some more, not wanting someone to take his new pet away.

Zack's mother sighed but smiled, "Yes, we saw him; he went to sleep in the hedges over there until our cat chased him off. I'd guess he went into the park on the other side. I hope you find him soon, there are a lot of stray dogs around here after dark."

Excited, both John and Dean headed towards the back of the yard then made their way through the bushes and found the very erratic trail of their little Sammy being chased by the cat. Finally though they were able to see where he'd lost the feline and were relieved to see that although the larger animal had gotten close, their boy hadn't seemed to get hurt and was off again.

"Uh Dad, just curious, but what are we going to do when we find him?" Dean asked, hoping that there truly was a simple solution to this situation.

Looking at Dean, John had no idea what to tell his son. If it had been anyone but one of his boys he was sure he'd have an answer, but since it was then he felt almost clueless as to how to respond.

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As darkness started to fall, Bunny Sammy knew he needed to find a safe place to hide. Making his way into the woods, he was happy to see that he was not alone. Many animals were still searching for food to take with them back to their homes, while others were content in playing. Bunny Sammy watched as two birds played Follow the Leader, while a group of squirrels played Tag. Never one to stay idle for long, he quickly joined in the game of tag and had quite a bit of fun, even if he couldn't climb trees, until the squirrels heard the chatter from their nest and quickly left. Not sure what to do next, he looked around for someone else to play with, finally seeing who he thought would make the most perfect playmates.

Slowly making his way towards a group of small bunnies, he was surprised when they froze when they saw him and ran away as fast as they could, causing the rest of the animals to hide and go silent. Sad, Bunny Sammy slowly hopped to a fallen log and made himself comfortable inside a small hollow crevice. Scared and alone, he tried to sleep, but instead could only hope to stay safe until the sun rose again.

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"Dad, come on! We got the flashlights, let's go… who knows what's happening to Sammy right now!" Dean exclaimed, worry making his words sound terse even to his own ears.

Knowing that there was more out there in the night that just their little Sammy, John was determined to make sure they had enough to take care of the more common nuisances, leaving the silver bullets behind since he hadn't seen any signs of werewolves. He knew that Dean hadn't wanted to return to their room, but they needed to go about this the smart way otherwise who knew what type of mess they'd end up in.

"Ok son, let's go get Sammy." He said confidently. He knew that if anyone could bring their youngest member to them, it would be Dean, but he had needed to make sure they all were protected in doing so. As they rushed back out into the night, he couldn't help but wonder how long Bobby or Jim would laugh when they heard about this one.

Dean knew instinctively that Sammy was scared, but then again that wouldn't take a genius to figure out would it. His little brother had been turned into a tiny rabbit and who knew how scary that would be just to start off, now he's alone in a big world and that scared Dean more than anything. Following his dad, he was determined to make sure nothing ever happened to Sammy again.

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Hearing a rustling close by, Bunny Sammy opened his eyes and carefully peeked out of his hiding place. Not sure what he was supposed to see, he looked around and with his nose twitching took in the night air. Finding something he couldn't remember ever smelling before, he slowly edged out of the log and moved closer to the scent until he found something so strange he couldn't help but investigate.

Seeing a small black animal with pretty white stripes down its back, Bunny Sammy wanted to play. Nudging the animal with his nose, he was completely unprepared for the harsh hiss that came from the animal's mouth, but was even more surprised when it turned its back on him. Not wanting to be left alone, he quickly followed the animal and nudged it again, causing the other animal to stop suddenly and lift its tail unexpectedly.

Screeching in pain, Bunny Sammy tried to hop back to his hiding place, but couldn't see well enough and finally gave up, settling into a small pile of leaves while trying to get the stuff out of his eyes that hurt so badly. Dejected, he finally closed his eyes and wondered why no one wanted to play with him anymore.

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Dean knew they were getting close, but had no idea how they were actually going to find his little brother in the woods full of other animals. His only hope was that his dad had a brilliant idea, because he was all out.

Although John knew the urgency of finding Sammy as soon as possible, it didn't help that they were going in completely blind with no idea where to start looking. After all, it wasn't that they were lucky enough that his little boy would just hop right into their arms. Sighing, he pushed the thought out of his head knowing it wouldn't help anyone at the moment, and started to focus again on trying to make sense of the tracks that Sammy had left behind.

"Dad, don't you think it's weird that out of all the animals out here we can still tell the difference between them and our Sammy?" Dean asked, wondering if there was a connection to the spell.

Not having a solid answer, but also not wanting to leave his son hanging, he could only reply, "I don't know Dean, maybe it has something to do with how close we are to him, we can tell him apart from other kids in so many ways, maybe it just carried over."

Satisfied, Dean was about to nod and agree when he suddenly froze and stared at a small pile of leaves at the base of a tree. Not wanting to scare his little brother, he started to creep along slowly until he heard the growling around them.

Hearing the dogs growling, John put his hand on Dean's shoulder to signal that he needed to be still. Looking around he saw a small pack of four dogs making their way into the wooded area but completely ignoring them, instead it looked like they were going for Sammy! Pulling up his gun, he was about to release a warning shot, even knowing it would most likely scare his boy into fleeing again, but all four dogs pounced at once making it hard to see anything.

Dean stared in horror for only a moment before he aimed his shotgun and fired a shot into the rear of the closest dog, trying hard to ignore what sounded to be terrified screams coming from his baby brother. Finally though, the dog he shot ran off followed closely by two others leaving only the one who had Sammy by the leg whipping him back and forth. Before he could cry out his brother's name he heard the sound of his dad's gun then saw the dog release Sammy from its mouth and fall to the forest floor.

Rushing over, both Dean and John were prepared to have to chase Sammy down once again, but were surprised when the tiny rabbit stopped it's ministrations of his leg and after sniffing the air, slowly hopped to Dean.

Relieved to have his little brother in his arms, Dean gathered him up carefully and whispered, "I got ya Sammy, don't worry we'll make sure Ann Macalister turns you back."

Hearing Dean give the youngest member of the family assurances, something about the name clicked in his brain and made him groan. 'Ah c'mon… it couldn't be.'