The next morning Bobby woke up to the smell of dog breath.
He wrinkled his nose and opened his eyes to see Dean's black muzzle and dark brown eyes staring down at him. He was panting.
"Argh, Dean, off the bed," Bobby groaned. "Now."
Dean woofed and jumped down to sit by Sam, who was still asleep, lying on his side under the table.
Bobby pushed the bed sheets off him and stood.
After he took a shower and dressed he let Sam and Dean out of the room as he put together his plans for the day.
When Sam and Dean returned to the door of the room Bobby let them in and gave them some water in a plastic bowl. Once they were done drinking, they looked up at him and whined.
"After I go back to the shelter I'll get you two some meat," Bobby promised. "Until then, stay, and be quiet."
Sam and Dean wagged their tails and watched as Bobby left the room, locking the door behind him.
Once Bobby left the room they began sniffing around, searching for food.
When Bobby arrived at the shelter the secretary gave him an update on what had happened since he left. Two more dogs, a St. Bernard and a Beagle had been brought into the shelter for nearly killing their owners. In both cases another person had been around to fend off the dog.
After the secretary finished telling the dogs' stories, Bobby began asking her questions.
"Do you know anyone who'd want the people in this town dead?" Bobby inquired.
She frowned. "No. Why?"
"I think someone is behind these killings," Bobby told her.
"What?" The secretary stared at him. "That doesn't make any sense. They're dog attacks."
"Doesn't mean someone isn't behind them," Bobby said. "I need to talk to Dr. Hart again."
"He's not here right now," the secretary told him. "But his assistant is."
"I need to speak to her."
The secretary nodded and led him to a small lab at the back of the building. A young woman with short brown hair and overgrown bangs sat at one of the desks in the room, studying a slide under a microscope.
She heard Bobby and the secretary coming and looked up from her work.
"Helen, who's this?" she asked.
"Maggie, this is Officer Rogers," Helen answered.
"Officer Rogers...you're one of the men that questioned Dr. Hart yesterday?" Maggie inquired.
Bobby nodded as Helen walked away. "Yes. I need to ask you some questions."
"I don't know how I could be of any help," Maggie said. "I don't know any more than Dr. Hart does."
"Maybe, maybe not," Bobby said, "But I still would like to hear your point of view, and ask you if you know anyone who has motive to kill?"
Maggie cocked an eyebrow. "No...Why?"
"I believe someone is behind these attacks," Bobby told her.
She shook her head. "No disrespect officer, but these are dog attacks. Nothing more, nothing less."
Bobby was suspicious of her quick refusal. He decided he was going to have a nice long talk with her.
After he was done questioning Maggie, Bobby bought some hot dogs and went back to the motel.
When he entered Dean and Sam's room, he was stunned by what he saw.
The room was in shambles. The table tipped over, the pillows ripped open and feathers everywhere. Sam was rolling on the bed Bobby had slept in and Dean was chewing on one of his own shoes.
"Sam! Dean!" Bobby yelled. "What the hell?"
The Winchesters stopped what they were doing and bounded up to him, sniffing the bag carrying the hot dogs and wagging their tails.
Bobby frowned as he took the hot dogs out and the brothers ate from his hands. "I'm starting to worry about you two. Sam, what's going on?"
The Labrador looked up at him and barked.
"Use the laptop," Bobby said.
Sam wagged his tail and jumped back onto Bobby's bed and rested his head on his paws. He didn't seem to have understood.
Dean meanwhile, sat by Bobby's feet, slowly waving his tail, obviously hoping for more food.
"That was it," Bobby told him.
Dean growled and Bobby froze.
That hadn't been a friendly growl. It had been a very threatening one, flashing canines and all.
"Easy, Dean," Bobby murmured. "I'll get some more."
Dean turned and jumped on the bed to lie down beside Sam, watching Bobby with a dog's version of a glare.
Bobby grabbed his laptop and left the room.
He knew now that he needed to find the witch fast. Dean and Sam were becoming more and more like dogs, and Dean was becoming aggressive. Bobby wasn't sure exactly what that meant for the boys, but he knew if he didn't get the witch to reverse the spell soon and they escaped, someone could get seriously hurt or even killed.