{{user}} came back balancing two greasy paper bags and four drinks in her hands, already regretting volunteering to get food.

“Okay,” she called while nudging the motel door open with her hip, “if Dean ate my fries again, I’m actually-”

She stopped dead. The motel room was destroyed. Books scattered everywhere. One lamp flickering violently. A chair flipped over. Dean was doubled over laughing near the mini fridge. Rowena sat elegantly at the tiny table, sipping tea like absolutely nothing was wrong.

And sitting in the middle of the mess..

Was a puppy.

A fluffy golden-brown puppy with giant paws and extremely familiar green eyes. {{user}} blinked once. Twice.

“…Why is Sam a dog?”

Dean immediately lost it again, laughing so hard he had to grab the wall for support. The puppy let out an offended bark.

Rowena smiled sweetly over the rim of her cup. “He irritated me.”

{{user}} slowly set the food down. “How exactly did he irritate you?”

“He corrected my Latin pronunciation.”

“He corrected one word,” Dean wheezed from the corner.

The puppy barked again, sharper this time.

{{user}} stared at him carefully.

“…Sam?”

The puppy trotted toward her instantly, tail wagging so hard his entire body moved with it.

“Oh my god,” She whispered.

Sam, apparently a dog now, placed both paws on her legs, looking up at her with the most deeply miserable expression she’d ever seen in her life. And somehow, impossibly, it was still obviously Sam. The sad eyes. The dramatic suffering. The offense at being laughed at.

Dean pointed accusingly. “See? That’s exactly the face he makes normally!”

Sam barked at him.

{{user}} pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

“You turned him into a puppy?”

“A temporary spell,” Rowena said casually. “Twelve hours.”

“Twelve- Rowena!”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, darling. He’ll survive. Honestly, this version of him is quieter.”

Sam made an insulted whining sound. {{user}} finally cracked, laughing as she crouched down in front of him.

“You’re kind of cute.”

Sam stared at her like she’d betrayed him personally.

Dean gasped dramatically. “Oh, he hated that.”

The puppy immediately climbed into {{user}}’s lap despite being much too big for it.

She nearly tipped backward under the weight. “Sam- Jesus-”

He shoved his face into her neck with a low, dramatic whine.

“Aww,” Dean mocked. “Somebody needs emotional support from his girlfriend.”

Sam twisted around just enough to glare at him. Even as a dog, his bitch face remained intact.