"Dean?"
Grace edged slowly towards the tiny puppy which currently lay in the bed where Dean was supposed to be.
Dropping down on her knees as if to seem less intimidating, she slid a hand across the covers, palms facing up, towards it.
The puppy let out a soft whine before cowering down into the blankets, its tiny head resting on its soft paws.
"Hey sweetie," Grace whispered, moving her hand closer while edging onto the bed. "Don't be scared...it's just me."
The puppy didn't move and stayed in its current position, soft eyes looking up at her vulnerably.
Deciding she needed to reassure him, Grace sat down fully on the bed right ahead of the small lump in the covers.
Reaching out a hand, she began softly stroking the puppy over the covers. The puppy whined and tried to shrink back at first, but Grace continued her actions and the puppy began calming down slowly. Moving her hand further up, Grace stroked the puppy yet again, but this time, taking the blankets with the movement.
Flinging the blanket down the other end of the bed, Grace looked at the puppy which sat in a small pile near Dean's pillow. She put her hands out in front of her and spread them out. Reluctantly, the puppy began moving forward, eventually sitting down on her outspread hands.
Grace mentally 'awww'ed at how cute the puppy was. It had soft, white fur which covered its entire body, making it look like a small, playful ball of fluff. It had gorgeous brown eyes which the slightest bit of green in them, a wet, black nose that was just adorable, and a pink tongue that barely hung out of its mouth. Also, it had the cutest little tail that seemed to rise up and wiggle a little after not being afraid of the woman.
"Hey Dean..." Grace said softly, not wanting to make any sudden loud noises or fast movements.
Woof!
Dean crawled up further in her hand and began happily lapping at the vein on her wrist. Grace giggled at pulled away, replacing her hands seconds later.
Putting both hands on Dean's midsection, Grace lifted him up and into her arms where she cradled him.
Leaning back onto the pillows, she set Dean down on her chest, letting him move around on her. Eventually, Dean ended up standing on his hind legs, resting his two paws gently on her breasts which weren't completely covered because of her tank top.
Feeling his small nails on such a sensitive area, Grace instinctively wiggled around to lessen the pressure, causing Dean to lose his grip and slip, small paws moving to fall in the valley of her breasts while the rest of him, fell down onto her stomach.
Hearing a small whine of protest from Dean, Grace picked him back up, settling him in his earlier position.
Yay! How come I never get to do this as a guy...
Nuzzling his muzzle into her chest, Dean rested his small head on her, gently nipping at the skin there, causing Grace to jump a little. Once again, Dean slipped and landed on her lap with a yelp.
"Come on Dean," Grace said, picking him up and standing. "Let's go next door."
Supporting Dean's frame in one hand, Grace turned the door knob with the other, stepping inside Sam and Amanda's room.
Spotting them both asleep, she placed Dean gently down on the floor for him to roam around before walking towards the bed.
Gently shaking Sam's shoulder, she heard a quiet groan before the giant rolled over, snaking an arm over his face to block out the unfriendly morning light.
"Hmm?" he asked, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Dean."
Sam blinked open one eye and removed his hand. "What? What about Dean? Is he okay?" he asked, quickly sitting up, alarmed.
Grace didn't really know what to say. "No. Wait yes. He's okay. He's not hurt or anything, he's just...different."
Sam cocked a tired brow in confusion, not understanding where she was going. "Different?"
Grace just nodded and gestured behind her to where she had left Dean.
Sam looked at her expectantly. "What am I supposed to be seeing? I don't see anything."
Quickly turning around, Grace's eyes landed on the empty space where she had left Dean. "Crap."
Striding across the room, Grace's eyes swept the entire room, searching for the small puppy.
Not seeing anything at first, Grace checked again, this time catching sight of a small fluff of white underneath the other bed.
Getting down on all fours and crawling, Grace reached the bed, ducking her head under the mattress.
"Hey sweetie...can you come out? You want to see Sam, don't you?" she said softly, talking to the fragile puppy who looked at her from in the darkness.
Dean whimpered quietly before slowly and cautiously inching forward on its tiny paws towards her.
Smiling down at him, Grace gently picked him up, leaving his cute hind legs to dangle in the air before letting them rest on her forearm after getting him into a comfortable position.
"Uhh Grace? What's the mutt doing in here?"Sam asked, confused at why she wanted him to look at a dog at such an early hour. She said there was something was wrong with Dean. Nothing about a dog.
"Fuck you Sam!!!!!" was what Dean had tried to say but it came out more like a howl/bark/wail and a mad thrashing of the legs.
Grace struggled to keep Dean's crazy frame in her arms, so she opted to put him on the floor where he wouldn't hurt himself. Too bad the same thing couldn't b said for Sam.
As soon as Dean's paws hit the carpet, he ran for Sam, growling loudly.
Thankfully, Grace was able to intercept the attack before any real damage was done.
"What the hell, Grace?!?! That little devil just tried to eat me!" Sam yelled, edging away from the dog which suddenly looked menacing.
"Sam. For one, that is not a little devil – well, not that way anyway. Secondly, that's Dean!"
Sam turned to look at Grace skeptically. "What?" He looked at the tiny puppy again, tilting his head in several angles, trying to picture his brother. Finally, she creased his eyebrows and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disturbing images.
"I said...it's Dean." Grace held the puppy up in front of her, encouraging Sam to take a hold of him. He awkwardly denied, putting his hands ahead of himself to stop Dean from getting any closer, so Grace ended up shoving Dean in his hands, forcing Sam to hold on.
"Whoa jeez," Sam nearly dropped his older brother after he was shoved into his hands so abruptly. Getting his grip on the puppy, Sam brought it up against his chest, giving it full support. "Are you serious, Grace? Dean?" Sam looked down to inspect the puppy, looking into its light brown and green eyes. Dean responded by looking adorably up at Sam, little dimples appearing and letting his tongue poke out while panting softly.
Sam couldn't help but melt after seeing his brother smile up at him and cock his head to the side as if he was confused.
"Cute, isn't he?" Grace asked, briefly crossing her arms over her chest and stepping closer towards Sam, stroking Dean from the top of his head to his bottom.
"Yeah..." he admitted quietly, joining Grace in patting.
Mwoof! "Stop fawning over me, you two!"
The two looked down at Dean who seemed to be pouting sadly and barking in protest.
"Guess Dean doesn't like this extra attention, hey Sammy?" Grace smirked, nudging Sam in the arm.
Sam snorted giving Dean a soft poke.
Mmfff! "Oww, you little bitch!" Dean scowled up at Sam, ready to bite off a finger. Or two.
"Oh calm down, miss drama queen." Sam rolled his eyes, putting Dean in a new position on his chest.
Rowwwrrrr! "Miss drama queen, MY ASS!"
"Sam?" Amanda sat up in her bed, rubbing away the sleep in her eyes. Opening them to see what was going on, she quickly shut them to block out the blinding light that immediately entered.
Grace walked over to the curtains where she harshly pulled them together to save Amanda from the horrible evil people liked to call morning.
"Thanks Grace." Amanda now safely opened her eyes to look at Sam. Seeing a small lump in his arms, she swung her legs over the side and wobbled over to him. Standing directly in front of Sam, she leant forward to see what he was holding. "A--a puppy?"
Amanda looked up at Sam, confused. Sure, Sam was caring and loving but a dog? Where did that come from?
"Err...Dean," Sam commented, scratching the nape of his head awkwardly.
Amanda looked at Sam, confused. "Dean? Did you just call me Dean?" Amanda cocked her head to the side, looking at Sam as if he had grown three heads. "Are you okay Sam?" She placed a head on his head, checking for a fever or some other deformity, before pulling it back after finding nothing wrong. "You're acting a little strange..."
Sam shook his head, softly laughing to himself. "No, this... This is Dean." Sam smiled, almost smugly, placing Dean on the floor once more who began running around in circles.
Amanda looked down amused and pointing to the puppy while asking, "That's Dean?" She smirked, scratching the bottom of her nose with her fingernail, before crossing her arms.
Sam and Grace both nodded. "Yup...Dean."
Placing a manicured hand over her mouth, Amanda giggled, trying not to draw any attention to herself from Dean. But oh no, he heard. He had great ear as a hunter, but being a dog? Can't get anything past him then!
Ruff!!!! "Are you laughing at me?!?!?!"
Dean lunged at Amanda, lightly nipping on her toes, causing her to jump back up into Sam's arms in surprise.
Even as she lay suspended in the air by Sam, Dean continued bouncing on his paws, trying to lick and bite her feet.
"Ouch...Dean! Stop it!" Amanda pouted, mustering up the most pathetic and sad face she could. Puppy!Dean stopped, frowning as he sat down gently on his bottom, looking up at the three innocently.
"Good boy," Grace whispered, collecting him all up in her arms and patting him softly on the head, Dean leaning into her warmth, whining in satisfaction. "He's just adorable," she mouthed at Sam and Amanda before bending to kiss Dean on his soft wet nose to which he happily barked at. Even as a dog he still enjoyed attention from his favourite girl.
After the three were all over the newer and cuter version of Dean, he began whimpering after a few minutes.
They quickly pulled away, thinking they had hurt him. Seeing no look of pain crossing his face, they saw a look of sadness and need instead.
"What's the matter sweetie?" Grace took Dean from the other two and carried him over to the bed where she sat down, swinging her legs over the side to prop herself up on the pillows. Pressing tiny kisses along the top of his head, she stood him up on his legs, paws resting on his breasts like he had done earlier.
Woof! Woof! "I'm hungry, Grace."
Grace sighed sadly, not knowing what he wanted or needed.
"Has he eaten yet? He might be hungry or thirsty," Sam thought, walking towards the bed and sitting down, taking Amanda with him on his lap.
"Go Sammy, knew I kept you around for something."
Grace looked down to see Dean smiling up at her, small teeth peeking out from the corners where his pink tongue wasn't covering.
"Food it is then." Smiling at the fact they had figured it out, Grace then frowned after a thought suddenly struck her. "Uhh, what is he going to eat? It's not like we can give him human food, poor thing might get sick." She stroked his head with her thumb, trying to calm and soothe the small puppy down. "And I don't think little Deanie here will appreciate eating a plop of crap from a tin can."
Whow row arrr! "That's right, babe. No way I'm eating that crap! Burger!"
"Well," Amanda started, leaning back into Sam's chest. "He's gotta eat something."
Sam nodded. "You think he'll be okay with eating KFC?" Dean barked happily.
"KFC it is."
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"Mmm...Did you like that babe? Nice piece of juicy chicken, hey? You should be lucky that guy at the door loved my rack and let us take you in," Grace joked, rolling her eyes.
Dean, of course, did not appreciate the comment and voiced it by howling and thrashing around.
"Hey, hey! I'm kidding! God, take it easy, will you?" Dean visibly calmed down in her arms, slouching down, chin resting on her forearm lazily.
"Grace?" Sam's voice caused her to look up at him while they were walking around the corner towards the impala.
"Hmm?" she responded, looking back down quickly after feeling Dean shift. He'd bite her head off if she dropped him.
"We have to get him a leash or something...you can't carry him around everywhere. I'm sorry to say but you're not Paris with her beloved Chihuahua," Sam told her, amused. Dean on a leash. Oh wouldn't that be a sight to see. Amanda giggled beside him, slipping her arm through his so they were joined as they walked.
Grace, on the other hand, didn't look so amused. "Don't be mean guys...you'll hurt his little feelings!" Grace then cracked a grin. "We wouldn't want a temperamental Labrador on our asses, now would we?"
Sam scoffed. "Yeah right. I'd like to see Dean take down a cat in the state he's in."
Dean began growling at Sam from in Grace's arms, lashing out his paws to try and scratch his little, not so friendly, brother.
Sam laughed out loud at Dean's feeble attempts, stepping back and throwing his head back, swatting Dean's paw away from himself playfully.
Roww! "Oww! Sam! That hurt..."
Grace looked down to see Dean cradling and licking his right paw, leaving it dangling downwards, maybe in pain?
"Oh no," she breathed out, holding his paw, pulling a small cry from the puppy. "I'm so sorry baby..." Grace frowned at the hurt puppy which was her boyfriend. Sam had hurt his paw and she had just gone to make it even worse.
"Shit Dean, I'm so sorry," Sam apologised, stroking Dean's head to make him feel better. "I guess I should be more careful with you, now shouldn't I?"
When Dean whined softly, they could tell that he accepted their apologies. Now was the matter of his injured paw.
"Dean? Is your paw okay? Does it hurt real badly? Or is it just a little sting that'll heal by itself?"
When Dean didn't answer, Amanda rolled her eyes. "Jesus, did you expect him to answer?"
Sam raised his eyebrows as if he was confused, before letting them fall back down after what she said had registered through his mind. "Right. Okay Dean, one bark for badly hurt and two barks for just a sting," he said, going eye level with the puppy, which must've been an awkward position. Sammy would almost be on the floor by then...
Woof! Woof!
"Alright," Grace breathed out thankfully, "he's okay. Phew."
"So anyways," Sam said crossing his arms and changing the topic, "Dean needs a collar. I don't care what he says or what he does, but Dean is getting a collar."
Dean slumped down in Grace's hold and pouted up at Sam.
"No Dean," Sam got out in a stern tone, "I told you, nothing you say or do will change what I said. You. Are. Getting. A. Collar."
Grace nearly laughed at the fact that Sam had just told off his older brother. When Dean turned to look up at her almost glaringly, she quietened down and turned away from his glaze, although he was still a tiny puppy.
"Come on Dean," she said softly. "Let's go get a nice collar, hey? We can get a nice black one for you so you can scare away the other puppies," Grace laughed, patting him on the head.
Sam shook his head in the background. "Sure you don't want a nice frilly pink one, Dean? It would suit you, you know..."
Dean turned away from Sam, burying his soft head into the crook of Grace's elbow.
Hmmph! "Stupid Sam..."
Grace walked in front of Sam and Amanda as she made her way towards the pet store she spotted just ahead. Avoiding potholes and fire hydrants, they made it there without any trouble.
Amanda stepped inside after Grace when Sam held the door open for her. Gentleman. He, although, felt bad for what he did to Dean. He was a little puppy after all...
Winding through several aisles, the three finally spotted a whole shelf of brightly coloured collars on the far end of the store.
Turning one corner, Grace reached the collars first and headed towards the darker section.
"Which one do you want babe? I'm guessing you're not into...fluoro," she almost spat out, crinkly her nose at it, "or little collars with...bows on them." Grace turned away from the collars, disgusted that people would make their poor pets wear them.
Ruff! "Black!" Wuff wuff! "Ooh spikes!"
"What, Dean?" Grace stepped closer towards the shelf so Dean could point at the one he wanted. When Dean pawed at the black collar with tiny silver spikes lining up the centre of it, Grace laughed. "Good boy," she said, stroking his head before grabbing the collar off the shelf.
Walking just down the aisle, she picked up a black leash to go along with the collar before turning towards where the counter should have been.
"Excuse me," a male voice said.
Grace looked up to see she had walked into a man in his early thirties who was looking irritatedly at her.
"Oh sorry," she quickly apologised, talking a step back, looking around a little awkwardly. "Didn't see you there..."
"It's okay," he said, annoyed. "Anyways, that's not the point."
Grace cocked her head at him, confused, before the man rudely continued
"We do not allow visitors to bring animals on our premises," he said somewhat snottily.
Sam scoffed loudly, and he was sure Dean did too. Dogs scoff? Huh. That's new.
"You don't allow animals in your store?" Sam repeated, just to make sure. The annoying man nodded. "You do realise this is a pet store right..."
The man sighed loudly. "Yes I know. We sell pet accessories but we don't sell actual pets."
"So what!" Amanda yelled, poking him in the shoulder. "Why are you working in a pet store if you're so against animals?!"
He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Dunno, but whatever. Get the little pigface outta here." Lifting his nose up at them, he turned around quickly and walked away, getting back to whatever shit he was up to before.
"Unbelievable," Grace sighed, running her left hand through her hair as her right was supporting a currently angry Dean. "You guys take Dean and I'll go pay for this."
Seeing the two nod, she carefully transferred Dean into Amanda's welcoming arms before heading towards the man from before. Idiot. Absolutely idiot.
"Hello?" she asked, tapping the man on the shoulder so he turned around to face her.
"Yes? How can I help you?" he replied, annoyed he was being interrupted.
"Well one," she started lifting a finger. "Get an attitude check. You won't get many customers with this snotty attitude of yours. Second, I'd like to get this collar and leash."
Seeing the woman before him looking down expectantly, he sighed and walked over to the counter where he tapped in the prices of her purchases.
"That's $11.35..." he said unenthusiastically, holding out a hand after throwing her things in a bag.
Grace scowled at him. Jerk. "Here." She threw him $11.50 before grabbing the plastic bag and walking away. "Keep the damn change." Bitch.
Stepping outside into the sun, she spotted the others by the corner next to the store. Walking over to them, bag in hand, she fished out the collar.
Bending down so she was the same level as Dean, she slipped the collar open and wrapped in gently around his neck. Pulling it closed, she slipped the end of it into the hook before putting the metal rod through a leather hole she had found suitable and slipping the end through another hook.
Patting it down so it was in place, she took out the leash which she clipped onto his collar, taking Dean from Amanda and placing him onto the cement.
Padding around on the new environment, Dean yipped up at Grace, letting his tongue dangle out happily.
"Not so bad, is it sweetie?" Grace grinned, tugging his leash slightly so they could walk down to the parked impala.
Wuff! "Nope."
Trotting up to the car, small nails clicking on the bitumen, Dean sat next to the passenger door as he waited for Sam to unlock the doors.
When he heard the click, signalling free entrance, he jumped up onto his feet, wagging his tail happily.
"Front seat?" Grace asked, smiling. Dean nodded, in a...dog-like sort of way.
Crouching down, she put her hands below his front legs, before picking him up and resting Dean against her chest. She pulled open the door and seated herself down before placing him down on her lap – a more comfortable position.
"Let's take him to the park. We gotta let this little monster let out all of his energy," she giggled. Dean looked up at her innocently until she placed a hand over his head, massaging his temple softly.
Mmmhhh... "That feels so good, Gracie..."
Sam and Amanda smiled from their seats, looking over at Dean and Grace.
"Park it is," Sam nodded, reversing and spinning the car in the right direction.
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"Dean!" Grace squealed, hiding behind a tree.
Wuff! Wuff! "Come here, chicken!"
Grace giggled as she dodged left and right, trying to keep away from Dean who was trying to get a nip at her toes through her yellow flats. She spun around multiple times, multi-coloured summer dress flying up in the air over her skin-tight jeans.
"Sam! Help me!" she yelped, running behind another tree after the Labrador had run around to her previous fort.
While Sam sat with Amanda on the benches, he laughed dryly, it almost coming out as a short scoff, and dismissed her with his hand, ignoring the loud gasp that came from her at being ignored – also at the fact that he was leaving her to die. Well, not exactly die but...you know, pretty close.
"Eeep!" Grace began climbing up a tree, miserably failing because of her shoes, and clawing at the bark as if it would help.
Dean ran around behind her, dashing forward to lick the back of her ankles playfully. Grace jumped in surprise, laughing at the adorable creature before her.
Gosh, and I thought Dean was cute as a guy! Nah...he was more...sexy, now wasn't he?
She giggled loudly, resting her head on the tree behind her as she sat down on the ground, letting Dean jump up onto her lap.
Dean sat down and gently manoeuvred himself into a position where he was lying down, head resting on his paws.
Seeing a couple of dogs walk by, Dean's ears perked up, while one eye opened.
Wuff! "Hey handsome..." a nice female dog said.
Grace scoffed as a line of cute dogs walked by them. She couldn't help but feel a little hurt when Dean smiled at them, lifting his head to look at them.
Row? "Gracie?"
Dean looked up at his partner after seeing a frown cross her face. He began pawing softly at her hand to gain her attention. When he saw her eyes focus on his, he sat up, putting his two paws on her breasts once again. It gave him brownie points for cuteness.
Grace smiled sadly before stroking his back. Dean nuzzled into her chest as if to ask if she was okay. When she smiled widely, he knew she was alright but still wanted to know what was wrong. He put his head down and began butting the top of it into her chest.
Grace got the picture and picked him up so that he was practically sitting on her breasts.
"I'm okay babe...Just got a little upset when umm," Grace began shaking her head, embarrassed at herself. "When those dogs came by and you were looking at them..." She ducked her head, looking down at the grass which had seemingly become interesting.
Dean whined softly and nudged her chin up with the top of his head.
"Hmm?" she asked quietly, still not looking at him. It wasn't until he began whining more and more until she did.
Wuff! "Grace!"
Dean smiled and rubbed his face against her arm lovingly. Grace bent down and gave Dean a peck on the nose, Dean twitching it cutely while smiling.
"I shouldn't be jealous of those little dogs, should I?" Grace laughed. Dean waved his head around, more horizontally than vertically. "Okey dokey."
Dean happily poked his nose into Graces chest, before letting his front legs slide down so he was lying on her lap again.
He rolled over, legs and paws in the air, coaxing Grace to rub his tummy. She grinned and began rubbing the fluffy underside like he wanted.
Dean panted in satisfaction, kicking his limbs around. Grace grinned, continuing the action until his eyes began to slowly slip closed, his legs drooped down, and his mouth set in a small smile.
Grace leaned down so that her face was inches above Dean's. Smiling at the adorable puppy in her lap, she pecked Dean on his wet nose before leaning back against the tree, closing her eyes herself.
Nose twitch. "Hmm...being a dog is awesome! Love how I have puppy eyes!" Squeal. "Ha! Sammy aint got nothing on me now!" Giggle. "Guess dogs aren't so bad...I mean I am one right now, and i'm not bad! Not at all..."
"Grace!" a loud voice woke Dean and Grace from their afternoon slumber.
"What?" Grace asked, a little irritated. She had just drifted off...
Sam laughed from the bench. "Amanda and I are getting bored here, chimp."
Grace scowled at him from a distance. "Chimp?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Where the hell did that come from?"
He shrugged before grabbing Amanda's hand and taking her towards Grace.
She sighed and stretched her arms above her head as Dean let out a cute yawn. (A/N: You know that sound puppies make when they yawn? LOL)
Sam and Amanda plopped down next to her. Amanda on the right and Sam to the right of her.
Wah! "Why'd you make me up?!"
Amanda bent over Grace's lap to give Dean a small kiss on the head, Dean smiling happily in response.
Poke.
Rawr! "Ouch!"
"What?" Grace said innocently, smiling slyly at the small puppy.
Sam laughed loudly. "Aww...she picking on you? Deanie?" Sam made sure to emphasise the name Deanie. He had heard Grace say it but he had a feeling Dean wouldn't like it so much when he said it.
Dean's ears perked up as he sat up quickly and turned to face Sam, glaring. It didn't do much good though. An adorable little Labrador trying to look dangerous? I don't think so.
Sam swatted his brother softly on the head. "Little mutt," he said playfully, looking at Amanda. Dean frowned, nudging Grace in the stomach and hoping she would help him.
"Oh be nice..." Grace said, rolling her eyes and pulling Dean close to her. It made Dean stumble a little after being moved so suddenly, but he quickly regained his footing.
"Whatever," Sam mumbled giving Amanda a kiss on the side of her temple.
As Sam began to talk, a small blue ball rolled towards them, stopping when it impacted with the tree, bouncing back.
Grace picked up the ball, holding it up in the air whilst looking for the owner. As she did this, Dean began getting excited, standing up on his hind legs and biting the air for the ball.
Looking around, Grace did not see anyone coming to retrieve the lost item. Shrugging, she threw it to her left, the ball rolling down under a clump of bushes.
As soon as the ball was airborne, Dean jumped out from Grace's lap and began racing after the ball, tongue hanging out from the fast speed. He disappeared under the bushes before reappearing seconds later with the blue object, bounding back towards Grace.
He dropped the slightly wet ball in her hand so that she would throw again. Grace held it and hurled it towards the right of the park, accidentally throwing too hard, making the ball land in the lake nearby the area of which they were sitting in.
"Oh crap," Grace cursed, standing up and walking towards the lake.
Dean had ignored the fact the ball was in the lake and jumped in after it anyway. Swimming out into the lake, Dean retrieved it in his mouth, doggy paddling his way back to the grass adorning the edges of the mass of water.
"Dean," she breathed out, thankful he hadn't hurt himself. "Babe, don't go running like that." She ran a hand through her hair. "Scared the shit out of me."
Seeing his baby so worried, Dean slowly padded towards her, dropping the ball obediently down in front of her feet and sat down gently.
Grace melted at the sight of Dean being so cute. He cocked his head at her when she looked into his eyes, smiling so that a couple of small teeth poked out from the corners of his mouth.
"Aww...come here." Grace sat down on the ground, letting Dean bowl her over when he came running. He padded around on her chest before he sat down, stopping her from sitting up without moving him. "Dean..." she whined, frowning.
Dean smiled down at her. Ruff! "Hehehe...not letting you up that easily!"
When Grace tried to pick him up, Dean scooted away before returning to his original position after she had dropped her hands in defeat.
"Fine," she sighed, shutting her eyes.
Dean abruptly jumped off, standing next to Grace's head. When Grace felt this, she opened one eye in curiosity and suspicion.
Glad that he had gained her attention, Dean smirked and shook himself wildly, wetting Grace with all the water that had accumulated on his fur.
Grace gasped loudly, sitting up and wiping the water off her face with her palm.
Dean giggled inwardly, scampering away towards Sam and Amanda for protection as Grace chased after him.
"Dean!" Grace bellowed, bending down and catching Dean's body mid-step. Well...mid-leap. He thrashed around, trying to escape her hold but gave up a minute later after failing.
Hmmmph! "Dammit."
Grace sat down, Dean still in her hands. When she was seated, she gave Dean a hard poke in the side, earning a loud yelp from him
After she was pleased with the end result, she softly placed Dean on the ground where he pouted and trudged over to his brother for comfort.
Nudge.
"Hey dude," Sam said softly, patting Dean on the head. "Grace being mean?" Dean moved his head up and down dramatically.
Sam's eyes softened and he gestured with his hand for Dean to jump onto his lap. Placing a cautious paw on Sam's crossed leg, he followed it with his other front paw, and then his two hind legs, seating himself on his brother's lap and curling up sleepily.
"Hey," Sam mouthed to Amanda who turned to look at him. "Should we go?" He nodded his head down to his lap where Dean lay asleep, curled up in a small ball.
Amanda looked left to where Grace sat and raised an eyebrow in question. Grace nodded, standing up and straightening her thigh length dress.
Amanda stood too, letting Sam transfer the puppy into her hands where she stroked his ear back onto his head, rubbing his face with the back of her knuckles.
They hopped into the impala and sped off back to the motel.
Reaching the front door of his and Amanda's room, Sam unlocked it, letting the two girls step in before he did, shutting the door on his way in.
Amanda set a now dry Dean down on her bed that they didn't use, letting the small puppy sleep. After she walked away to join Sam on the other, Grace sat down next to Dean, patting him. Seeing his innocent face, she smiled before taking the blanket and lightly covering his body, just in case he got cold or felt like something soft. Dean snuggled into it, wriggling his head around on the blanket happily.
Kissing his body, she walked back to gatecrash Sam and Amanda's bed party.
"So..." she said, leaning on one elbow which was placed in between the two. "What do you guys think about this...situation?"
Sam sighed, bringing a hand up to rest around Amanda's shoulders. "I have no idea. I mean, why would anyone turn Dean into a dog? Come on...seriously!"
"Did he piss anyone off?" Amanda asked, raising her hands a tiny bit frustrated at their lack of knowledge.
"Not really. Unless you count some crimpled old lady who can barely walk," she joked.
Sam shrugged, taking it into account. "Could be."
"And an old woman could do that how?" Grace asked incredulously, throwing her head back onto the bed.
"Witch?" Amanda suggested.
Both turned to look at her. "How'd you know?" Sam asked after deeming it possible.
"Hmm." She made a noise of dismissal, shrugging. "I've been doing research on things. Though I needed to know some more about these creatures you guys seem to deal with on a daily basis."
Sam nodded, obviously impressed. "Good girl." He pressed a kiss to her temple, Amanda leaning into his touch.
"Okay good. So if it was a witch then...how are we supposed to find the old hag?" she asked, peering at them upside down.
"I dunno. We should be able to find some sort of pattern. She may have done it before so we can track her down.
Mowwr! "Toilet! I need to pee!"
Dean jumped off the bed and ran over to the door where he stood on his two back legs, scratching at the wood.
Grace stood up to open the door for Dean before falling back onto the bed he had previously occupied.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Dean's nails clicked on the road as he trotted over to a nearby tree to do his business.
Parking beside one and lifting his leg, he relieved himself, sighing happily.
Shaking himself off, he began walking back towards the room.
The last thing he saw and heard was a flash of dark blue and a loud screech.
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"Yeah, we'll check it out tomorrow?" Sam nodded in agreement to Grace.
Screeeech.
Grace, Sam and Amanda ran outside to see what had happened.
The last thing Grace saw before passing out was the sight of a dark blue Honda parked in the middle of the road, dust flying around in the air from the sudden halt, and Dean lying on the ground. Still.
"DEAN!"
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