This curse just got a little hairy (Sam/Dean, crack, PG)
Title: This curse just got a little hairy
Author: Vera
Pairing: Sam/Dean (gen)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 692
Summary: Short cracky drabble. Theme was: tranformation.
Author’s Note: This was written for spnland.
Dean shook himself. “Sam?” He lithely made his way to where Sam used to be before the big flash after the witch had mumbled her curse. “Sammy?”
“Dean?”
Sam’s voice was close, but he couldn’t find him. Instead he was looking up at a golden retriever. Wait… Looking up? “I feel funny, Sammy,” Dean confessed.
“Me, too,” Sam replied. “Where are you, Dean?”
“I’m right here. Where the fuck are you?” He could hear him clear as day. This was so weird. Had the witch fucked with their eyesight? “I’m right next to the giant dog,” he clarified, and felt even weirder saying that. Man. Definitely something wrong with his eyesight.
“I don’t see a dog,” Sam whined. “I see a cat.”
Dean wanted to pass his hand through his hair, instead he ended up licking his paw and passing it through his fur. And… and… oh. He reached out again and swatted at the dog.
“Ow! That stupid cat just tried to scratch me,” Sam whined again, just as the dog put his snout between his paws, looking miserable.
“Dude, seriously?” Dean swatted him again. And then again, to get a rouse out of him. How could Sam be so dense? “You don’t notice anything strange?” Dean stretched, getting used to his new body. He had to admit, it felt kinda awesome. He was tempted to climb the next tree and jump down from it. Just to confirm that he could, without breaking anything. Instead he sat down, curling up his tail and started grooming himself, to make his fur shine.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam was petulant, but the dog slowly lifted his head out of his paws.
“I’d say,” Lick. “That witch,” Lick. “Cursed us pretty hard.” Lick, lick. Dean looked at the golden retriever who stared back blankly. “We’ve been turned into animals.”
“Wait, what?” Sam sprung up, whole body on alert, and Dean hissed, leaning backwards. Sam’s height was slightly frightening. Not that he’d admit it.
“That cat you see? That’s me.” Dean sat up straighter, regally, preening at the dog.
“Wait, don’t tell me.” The dog’s tongue lolled out. “I got turned into a dog.”
‘And had some brain cells fried,’ Dean thought to himself. “Hey,” he asked. “What kind of cat am I?”
“I dunno.” Sam leaned forward on his front paws. “House cat? One of those common ones. Gray.”
Dean bristled. Common? Common???
“What kind of dog am I?” Sam asked in return.
“You know that dog that won the ugliest contest? And looked more like a rat with patches of fur?” Common. He’d give him common. “You’re one of those.”
“Oh,” Sam was drooling onto the ground and Dean recoiled. “I feel larger. Weird.”
“Witch must have fucked with your perception,” Dean explained. And Sam was still leaning forward and it was just too tempting. He swatted at his head again, careful to stay away from the drool.
“Hey!” Sam protested, alert once more. But it was too late, Dean already landed his blow. “What’d you do that for?”
Dean tried to shrug or whatever passed for it. “Fun.” He got up on all fours and circled his brother. Damn, he really was on the huge side. But hey, Dean had claws. And Sam was obviously slow. So as soon as he was in front of him again, he hit him on the snout. But hey, he was nice. He retracted his claws first.
“Dammit, Dean!” Sam tried to retaliate, but Dean jumped out of the way in time. “Shouldn’t we, like, try and find a way to get rid of the curse?” Sam growled, then his tongue lolled out again. “Or at least find something to eat?”
“Eventually.” Dean realized he had no idea how long they’d stay like this, so he should make the best of it. He swatted Sam once more and then took running off towards a tree. “Catch me, bitch!” He hollered and then climbed the tree in a few lithe jumps. This was awesome. He still hated witches and this one sure had it coming, but for now? It was time to have some fun.
Author: Vera
Pairing: Sam/Dean (gen)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Word Count: 692
Summary: Short cracky drabble. Theme was: tranformation.
Author’s Note: This was written for spnland.
Dean shook himself. “Sam?” He lithely made his way to where Sam used to be before the big flash after the witch had mumbled her curse. “Sammy?”
“Dean?”
Sam’s voice was close, but he couldn’t find him. Instead he was looking up at a golden retriever. Wait… Looking up? “I feel funny, Sammy,” Dean confessed.
“Me, too,” Sam replied. “Where are you, Dean?”
“I’m right here. Where the fuck are you?” He could hear him clear as day. This was so weird. Had the witch fucked with their eyesight? “I’m right next to the giant dog,” he clarified, and felt even weirder saying that. Man. Definitely something wrong with his eyesight.
“I don’t see a dog,” Sam whined. “I see a cat.”
Dean wanted to pass his hand through his hair, instead he ended up licking his paw and passing it through his fur. And… and… oh. He reached out again and swatted at the dog.
“Ow! That stupid cat just tried to scratch me,” Sam whined again, just as the dog put his snout between his paws, looking miserable.
“Dude, seriously?” Dean swatted him again. And then again, to get a rouse out of him. How could Sam be so dense? “You don’t notice anything strange?” Dean stretched, getting used to his new body. He had to admit, it felt kinda awesome. He was tempted to climb the next tree and jump down from it. Just to confirm that he could, without breaking anything. Instead he sat down, curling up his tail and started grooming himself, to make his fur shine.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam was petulant, but the dog slowly lifted his head out of his paws.
“I’d say,” Lick. “That witch,” Lick. “Cursed us pretty hard.” Lick, lick. Dean looked at the golden retriever who stared back blankly. “We’ve been turned into animals.”
“Wait, what?” Sam sprung up, whole body on alert, and Dean hissed, leaning backwards. Sam’s height was slightly frightening. Not that he’d admit it.
“That cat you see? That’s me.” Dean sat up straighter, regally, preening at the dog.
“Wait, don’t tell me.” The dog’s tongue lolled out. “I got turned into a dog.”
‘And had some brain cells fried,’ Dean thought to himself. “Hey,” he asked. “What kind of cat am I?”
“I dunno.” Sam leaned forward on his front paws. “House cat? One of those common ones. Gray.”
Dean bristled. Common? Common???
“What kind of dog am I?” Sam asked in return.
“You know that dog that won the ugliest contest? And looked more like a rat with patches of fur?” Common. He’d give him common. “You’re one of those.”
“Oh,” Sam was drooling onto the ground and Dean recoiled. “I feel larger. Weird.”
“Witch must have fucked with your perception,” Dean explained. And Sam was still leaning forward and it was just too tempting. He swatted at his head again, careful to stay away from the drool.
“Hey!” Sam protested, alert once more. But it was too late, Dean already landed his blow. “What’d you do that for?”
Dean tried to shrug or whatever passed for it. “Fun.” He got up on all fours and circled his brother. Damn, he really was on the huge side. But hey, Dean had claws. And Sam was obviously slow. So as soon as he was in front of him again, he hit him on the snout. But hey, he was nice. He retracted his claws first.
“Dammit, Dean!” Sam tried to retaliate, but Dean jumped out of the way in time. “Shouldn’t we, like, try and find a way to get rid of the curse?” Sam growled, then his tongue lolled out again. “Or at least find something to eat?”
“Eventually.” Dean realized he had no idea how long they’d stay like this, so he should make the best of it. He swatted Sam once more and then took running off towards a tree. “Catch me, bitch!” He hollered and then climbed the tree in a few lithe jumps. This was awesome. He still hated witches and this one sure had it coming, but for now? It was time to have some fun.