"Do you think..?" Sam trailed off as the small dog's head snapped upwards, its pale blue eyes narrowed, staring past them into the darkness. "Shh, Sam," Dean snapped quietly, just barely loud enough for the Collie to hear.
"Sam?" the small black and white streaked dog called in a very familiar, gruff voice. "Sam? Dean?"
"Cas?" the two siblings both responded in unison.
Castiel strode awkwardly towards the brothers, tripping over clumps of his own thick pelt on more than one occasion. Dean had to grit his teeth to resist laughter. They walked towards him, meeting the confused Collie upon the dry grass of the lot.
"Cas, what the hell happened to us?" Dean snapped angrily, shaking his head in aggravation. The ever-so-small novelty of suddenly morphing into a four-legged creature had vanished, and he was now simply annoyed and uncomfortable in this new body.
"I believe a curse was cast upon us, Dean," Castiel deadpanned, his familiar scowl deepening. Dean arched a brow, as if saying, 'You don't say?' The angel simply continued; "Likely a witch, though I have not heard of any witches in this area." He shuffled awkwardly, an expression of displeasure edging onto his now altered face. "This is also very uncomfortable."
"Uh-huh," Sam huffed in reply, turning his broad head to glare at his thick, shaggy pelt. "We just woke up a while ago-"
"We had to climb out the frickin' window," Dean growled. "Let me just tell you, it is not a fun experience, especially on all fours."
"I assume not, given your current state, though your confusion and annoyance is likely caused by being morphed into quadrupeds." The sun was beginning to rise now, and the trio squinted in the growing light. "We should contact Bobby."
"We're dogs, genius," Dean replied with a huff of annoyance. "Even if he could magically speak canine, my cell's in the hotel room, and we sure as hell ain't goin' back in there.." The three canines turned their heads to look at the window the siblings had crawled through. It was too high off the ground to reach without some sort of ledge to use for assistance.
"Perhaps we should simply trek back to Bobby's home," Castiel suggested.
"That's the best idea I've heard so far," Sam sighed with a shrug.
"Well, if we're going to head off, we should do it sooner rather than later," Dean said resolutely, turning back towards the car lot as he began to walk ahead with determination. Sam scowled, before trotting after, leaving a rather confused Castiel to stand behind for a few brief seconds before following as well.