The Corgi Effect

The Park and Roller Blades

"What do you mean we don't have much time?!"

"If Gabriel remains like this for too long, he'll be a corgi forever. But like an actually, brainless corgi, he won't remember a thing. He won't even know he's alive."

"And he's the only one who's willing to help with the Mark. Well this is just great. Did this girl give you any advice on what to do?"

"She told us that it's practically hopeless. There's almost no point in trying."

"Look, obviously this chick knows something. So get your sorry asses over there, and drag it from her."

"Hey! We don't have to do jack-squat, you got yourself into this mess. Get yourself out."

Dean storms away, leaving Castiel, Sam and the archangel/Trickster/corgi around a table.

"I'll see if I can find anything else from her, or someone else, just look after Gabriel," Castiel zaps away. Sam and Gabriel remain.

"Why am I always looking after you?"

"I really don't know. And it's not like I can't look after myself."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You turned yourself into a corgi."

Gabriel rolls his eyes and walks to the other end of the table and sits with his back facing Sam.

"If you stay like this, and end up being like this forever, does that mean you're going to get dog urges? Like to bark and go for walks?"

Gabriel turns to face Sam.

"No. Maybe. Y-" he barks, well he more yaps. He clears his throat. "Yes, I believe that is the case. So, how do you fancy a trip to the park kiddo?"

Sam sighs, "fine. But don't run away, I don't have a leesh."

"Please. Why would I run away?"

"You don't exactly have the best track record of sticking around."

"True. But that don't mean I will."

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"OMG. Your dog is like, so cute! OMG can I pet it?"

Sam raises an eyebrow at the bleached blonde carrot with the hot pink hand bag and a poodle.

"Sure? And it's a he."

"OMG, what's his name?" She squeaks, "uuuhh, Gabriel. You know, like the messenger Archangel."

"OMG, you're religious? OMG you just can't get better! My parents would be so happy if I brought you home!"

Sam's eyes go wide, he gives a weak smile.

"Err, I've got to go..."

"To Church?!"

"Sure."

Sam jogs off, Gabriel following. They stop behind a tree and sit, Gabriel begins laughing, if dogs can laugh.

"What? What's so funny?"

"Her. But you mainly, in that situation."

"Hi... Could I pet your doggie?" A little girl had approached them, her parents stand to the side.

"I don't see why not, go ahead," Sam smiles and gestures to the corgi. The little girl places a gentle hand to Gabriel's head, and pets him roughly. Her grip was hard, and painful, Gabriel clenches his eyes shut, willing himself not to say anything.

"Come on sweetie, time to go!" Her parents call, she stops petting and plants a sloppy kiss to the corgi's head, she runs off to her parents.

Sam begins laughing, "what? What's so funny?"