"How does this work again?" Sam asked to Dean and the Jack Russel terrier sitting on the bed. Dean tilted his head in a way that mimicked Castiel. The dog looked at Dean and barked and looked back at Sam. "Uh, alright. Dear Castiel, I need your help?"
"Sam, Dean, errant dog," the angel addressed the room. Dean growled, the dog jumped off the bed and danced to lick at Castiel's fingers. Castiel's head tilted in confusion, "Sam?"
"Great, thanks for coming! We uh, we need your help." Sam and Cas both looked at Dean who's tongue was hanging out as he panted. The dog on the floor looked up at Castiel with needy eyes.
"What did Dean do?"
"Long story short, he pissed off a gypsy, and she turned him into a dog. Said something about it being his true nature."
"I'm assuming he was trying to court the gypsy?" He shot an unamused look at the dog who laid down and put its paws over its snout. Dean spotted the strap of a duffle bag sitting on the bed and began to gnaw on it, he was on all fours on the bed, his butt up in the air while he rested on his elbows and forearms.
"In his defense it was to get some intel on our case," he paused and they both looked at the slobbering man on the bed, "but uh, clearly it didn't go as planned."
"Do you have any idea how to solve this?"
"Well I called Bobby, and he said the only way we can fix it is by getting Doggy Dean and Dean to drink of mixture of the gypsy's hair, Dean's blood, and the dog's blood."
"Which one is 'Doggy Dean?'"
"Good question."
Dean on the bed was trying to scratch his ear with his leg and the dog on the floor was still looking at Castiel pitifully. The angel picked him up and held him under his arm. He nodded towards the bed, "I guess that one is Doggy Dean." He smiled at the pup under his arm whose tail was now wagging furiously. "Now what would you like me to do?"
"Well the band of gypsies moved to the next town, so we have to go over there and distract her while I grab a couple strands of hair. I want you to watch…The Dean's, while I take care of business. I can't watch him while I work, I already found him drinking out of the toilet this morning. I got us a pet friendly motel over there, so we should probably get going. Come on, Dean!"
The dog and the man barked in response, Castiel and Doggy Dean followed Sam out to the impala. He looked disgustedly at the dufflebag he was carrying. Castiel put Dean and Doggy Dean in the back seat and crawled into the passenger side as Sam slid behind the wheel. Doggy Dean put his hand on the window and whimpered.
"Seriously?"
"Sam, appease the beast. Dean will bite your ankles if Doggy Dean messes up his car," he snickered as the dog in the backseat growled. Sam rolled down the window and Doggy Dean stuck his head out and sniffed the air.
"Do you think this will work?
Doggy Dean was pulling at the collar around his neck and the leash attached trying to chase after a butterfly. He'd kept running off when they went to the new hotel. Dean was sitting on a log watching his human counterpart while Sam adjusted his hiking gear and Castiel held fast on the leash.
"If it doesn't you can always, uh, what does Dean say?"
The dog barked as if to reply, Sam just looked at him with his eye brows raised.
"Angel whammy!" it came to him, "you can always angel whammy them."
"That's against the rules."
"It says in the rules you can't use your angelic powers to save your boyfriend from living as a dog?"
"Something like that, yes." Castiel was straight faced. Sam tried to stifle a laugh.
"Okay, here goes nothing!" Sam trotted off towards through the woods towards the sounds in the distance. His plan was to ask the gypsy who'd turned Dean for directions back to the main road. Castiel wasn't confident about the plan, but owing to the fact Sam had manners where Dean didn't, it stood a chance.
Doggy Dean was chewing at the leash, Cas sighed.
"Dean?"
Both Doggy Dean and Dean looked at him. He waved over Doggy Dean.
"If I let you off this leash, do you promise not to run off?"
Doggy Dean tilted his head in confusion for a moment, but then his eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, his tongue lolling out of this mouth. Castiel reached up and unhooked the collar cautiously. Doggy Dean trotted off to go sniff at trees and leaves. Castiel sat down on the log next to Dean, who crawled onto his lap. Castiel scratched his ears, the dog seemed to smile.
"Angels don't have pets. Well they don't have boyfriends either."
Dean nuzzled his palm with a cold wet nose.
"I think we should get a dog someday, Dean." He looked at the fuzzy dog in his lap whose tail wagged as he looked back at Castiel. Suddenly Castiel was aware that Doggy Dean was not there anymore, he was instead bounding towards the gypsy encampment. Castiel could see him breaking into the clearing, he waited for the inevitable.
He could hear Sam's voice echo, "DEAN!" and the screams and yells of women and men. Doggy Dean and Sam came crashing through the woods, "COME ON, CAS!"
Castiel looked at the small dog in his lap who yipped and jumped down and started running towards the direction they had parked. Castiel followed the dog and Sam and Doggy Dean were close behind. Castiel liked the feeling of running. He had more stamina than humans, so it was very easy for him to run quickly and long distances. The sounds of an angry mob were close behind them.
They reached the gravel parking lot and Sam ripped the keys out of his pocket and they all seemed to jump in the car in unison as soon as the doors were unlocked. The Impala roared out of the parking lot as the gypsies ran into the clearing still yelling after the fleeing men. Sam and Castiel were laughing, the Dean's were panting in the back seat.
"Oh man," Sam laughingly gasped, "you were supposed to be watching him!"
"He slipped away," Castiel couldn't control his fit of laughter. He felt so very human. "Did you get it?"
Sam reached into his shirt pocket and fished out a lock of hair, the end had been frayed by a quick knife slice, owing to the hasty departure. The men looked at each other and were seized with another burst of laughter.
Castiel wrapped some gauze around Dean's front leg where they'd taken the blood from.
"Dean," he snapped at Doggy Dean, "Stop chewing at it." He was trying to bite the gauze off his forearm. The dog under his hands just waited patiently.
"Okay, this should be it," Sam grimaced down at the bowl and held it out to Doggy Dean who sniffed it and turned away with a look of disgust.
"Put some beer in it," Castiel suggested. "Dogs like beer."
"So does Dean. Where did you learn that?"
"Dean made me watch Turner and Hooch."
Sam chuckled to himself as he poured a beer into the bowl and stirred it with an unused chopstick sitting on the small table. He held it back out to Doggy Dean who lapped it up this time. He held the rest out to Dean, who looked questioningly at Sam before lapping up the remaining potion.
"How long do we have to wait?"
"YUCK! That was foul, what are you guys trying to do, kill me?" Dean was wiping his tongue and motioning for a beer to wash out the taste.
"well that was simple," Sam handed Dean a beer, "I think I liked it when you only woofed."
"Ha-ha, you jerk," he gulped down the beer.
Doggy Dean was already trying to chew the gauze on his paw.
"I think the local no-kill shelter is still open. I am going to take him over there. Cas are you sticking around tonight?"
Castiel looked at his hunter who was still trying to get the taste out of his mouth, he smile. "Yeah, I am."
Sam left them for the night, saying he'd get his own room when he returned. Dean showered and sat with Castiel eating Chinese.
"Hey Cas?" he said between giant bites of beef and broccoli, "Why didn't you just use your angel powers for like…Everything?" he ungracefully licked sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"I feel very human around you. The more time I spend with you, the more using my given powers feels like cheating, or strange."
"Yeah, you've been picking up some human shit at an alarming rate. Is it anything to worry about?"
"No," Castiel lied. He actually wasn't sure. He was feeling very out of touch with other angels, but he liked it. He felt free.
"So if we ever got a dog, what would you want to name it?" Dean smiled at his angel and stole Castiel's carton of lo mein.
"Turner."
"Turner was the cop, Hooch was the dog."
"I like it," he stated and grabbed his carton back.