[OTA] Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.

[worththehunt]

One minute he's in a motel in Concrete, Washington; brushing his teeth before bed, just minding his own business, and the next he's walking down an empty street, holding a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Not exactly his weapon of choice either

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[enoughtocarry]

Sam swallows down hard the emotion that threatens to rise up his chest, ramming into him. He looked everywhere for Dean. Even knowing Castiel's angel mojo or whatever would let him know that Dean was truly going, Sam still looked, and the days and weeks that followed after his disappearance were brutal. He wasn't used to being without his brother anymore.

He'd felt lost, and angry, the anger that he always tries to stifle deep down but it doesn't always work, and now he's back?

This would be far less difficult to wrap his head around if it were not for the fact an angel of the lord is holding a chihuahua he claims is Dean.

An angel of the lord is holding his brother's chihuahua-shaped form.

He always thinks their lives can't get weirder.

"Dean?" Sam asks again, voice hitching a fraction, though this time he's looking straight at the chihuahua. He gingerly reaches to take the little dog from Castiel when it arches his head towards him. Sam is big, and in comparison, the chihuahua looks absurdly tiny. More so than they would usually.

"How do we get him to shift back?" Sam asks Castiel, still eying the chihuahua with a certain level of uncertainty.

[sitherequietly]

With the squirming dog in his hands it was clear that Dean did not want to be held by Castiel, and while he could make Dean stay still, he knows that won't exactly win him favor. He pauses before extending his arms to Sam, indicating that he should take the dog.

"I do not know," he sighs. "I am not a shapeshifter and I have little experience in the area."