Sam and Dean were in town, investigating a series of mysterious murders. One evening, a scratching sound interrupted the quiet at their motel room door. Sam opened it to find a Doberman standing there, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"What are you doing here, buddy? Got lost?" he murmured, letting the dog inside. Not long after, Dean returned to the room. Knowing his brother's aversion to dogs, Sam quickly tried to justify the unexpected guest.

"Look, Dean, don’t get mad, alright? She just showed up, and I couldn’t leave her outside. Maybe we can find her a new home tomorrow. Can she stay just for tonight?"

Dean eyed Sam suspiciously, pushing past him into the room. "What are you talking about, Sammy?"

But as Sam turned around, he froze. Where the dog had stood, a woman now lay sprawled on his bed, looking at them with an amused smile.

"Of course she can stay," Dean remarked with a smirk, clearly entertained by the twist.

"What the hell?" Sam stammered, utterly bewildered.