Sam beings to unpack his saving kit on the sink of the motel bathroom him and Dean were staying in, when suddenly he hears a scratching on the door. Sam looks over curiously, setting the kit down and slowly walking over to the door. He slowly opens it and looks down. There's a cute brown Labrador Retriever sitting outside the door. Sam looks around, but is quickly interrupted when the dog runs inside, and jumps on a bed.

"Hey. You friendly? Friendly. Good. All right. You're a pretty dog." Sam says. The dog rolls onto its back on the bed and whines, wanting its belly rubbed. Sam smiles and rubs the dogs belly.

"Oh, really? You want, uh- you want a little belly scratch, huh? So, who do you belong to? Uh..." He mutters, checking the collar for tags.

"Right. No tags. Uh, what are you doing here?" Sam asks, he suddenly hears the impala pull in.  "Oh no.." Sam mutters. He walks outside and closes the door to greet Dean outside. "Hey!" He calls out. "Hey." Dean replies."

"Okay, okay, okay. Before you get pissed off, look, I-I just want you to know this isn't my fault. He just showed up at the door, okay? Didn't track in any mud. Just wanted his belly scratched. I figured maybe he could stay tonight, and we'd try and find him a home tomorrow." Sam says, opening the door with a worried smile. Dean walks in the room, looking stunned. Sitting on the bed right where the dog was is a cute looking young boy. He had shaggy brown hair and fluffy dog ears, along with a fluffy dog tail. He had the same collar on the dog was wearing.

"Two seconds ago, he was a dog.." Sam muttered.