Disney Adventures

Paws? But I'm Human!

"Alright, time for some searching." Sam said as he cracked his knuckles and began typing. It was late at night and Dean was in his room, sleeping away. Castiel was probably in there too, watching him and making sure he was protected.

"Hey Samsquatch!" A voice said from behind Sam. The groan from Sam could be heard anywhere as he turned to face none other than the Trickster, or Gabriel as he preferred the long haired moose to call him. "What do you want?"

Gabriel chuckled, pulling the red lollipop out of his mouth. "Ah Sam, why so hateful towards me." Sam pulled a bitch-face, recalling the time he made Dean die a handful of times, Sam lost count after awhile. "Alright, that was just a joke. And I wanted to make it up to you!"

"How in the world could you..." Was all Sam could say before he blacked out. "Just a little something fun Sammy! You'll see!"

Sam woke up a little while later and shook his head. A little bit of hair falling into his face...but it wasn't his hair. Its was red, and puffy. Oh no, he thought, standing up. He looked down, hoping nothing else was wrong with him. "Oh no! Not...paws!" He said, looking to his now feet. "Everything okay?" A small voice behind him.

He looked behind him and saw a sleek tan-ish lion walking towards him, "Yeah, I'm fine." The lion chuckled, nuzzling Sam, "Then you better go get your son before he runs off." Sam's eyes widen, Son? Gabe, where have you taken us? Sam walked out of the den he was in and saw a little lion cub about to run off.

We walked over and placed a paw on there tail. The lion looked up at him and Sam knew who it was, Dean. "Daddy! Let me go!" Sam chuckled, then felt a little bit weird. He was Dean's father...that freaked him out a lot. "Well, I just want you to be careful." Dean pounced after a butterfly that was flying about, Sam sighed, placing his paw on Dean's tail again.

"Dean are you listening? Accidents can happen. You could be easily get..." Dean sighed as he finished the line, "Hurt, or stepped on or even get lost." Sam chuckled, Dean's new sass was very entertaining. "And remember," Sam began again, "I want you to stay in sight of Pride Rock.." "At all times, I know." Dean's sass took a new level, "And if I see any strangers, don't talk to them. Come straight home. Okay, okay. Can I go now? Please?"

Sam chuckled as the lion from before came into view, a bird of bright blue and white on its chest following her, "Hmm. Very funny." Sam replied to Dean, looking to the lion. She chuckled, "Mind your father, Dean." Dean chuckled, smiling, "Yes mom." Sam then looked to the outcast of the land, "And stay away from the Outlands."

The bird nodded, flying in front of Sam, "Nothing there but a bunch of backstabbing, murderous Outsiders!" Sam nodded, "Zazu's right...you can't turn your back on them." Sam didn't know where this sudden outburst of words came from, but it felt right. Dean tilted his head, "Really? How come?" Sam sighed, shaking his head, "Mmm...never mind. Just run along now." "But Dad I.."

"You'll understand someday. Go on." Dean sighed, "Dad..." Sam nudged his brother, or son in this case, off. Dean chuckled, running off the rock of which they called their home. "And stay on the path I've marked for you!" The lion beside him chuckled, "Simba. Who does he remind you of? Hmm?" Sam got confused, "Huh? What? Who?" The lion chuckled, "He's just like you when you were young." Sam sighed, "Exactly. Do you know the dangers we put ourselves in?"

The lion chuckled, pouncing onto Sam, "You mean the dangers YOU put us in." Sam chuckled, the lion following along. The lion then got up and sighed, "He'll be fine Samsquatch." Sam stopped smiling at the nickname, looking to the lion, "Gabe?" He shook his head, "Who's this Gabe? I'm Nala." Sam sighed, following the lion into the den. He then stopped, feeling a sense of...of needing to protect someone.

"Hey Timon, Pumbaa. Come here." He said, talking to the meerkat and warthog that was walking about. They came over, the meerkat standing on the warthog's back. "Good morning, mon Capitan." Sam chuckled inside, "I want you to keep a close watch on Dean. You know he's bound to run off." The meerkat smiled, "No worries, Simba! We're on him like stink on a warthog!"

The warthog looked up to the meerkat, "Hey!" "It's the hard truth, Pumbaa. Live with it." Sam sighed, "Guys, I'm counting on you. Danger could be lurking around every corner." With that, Sam walked off, leaving the two friends to go off towards Dean.

Dean was walking about, chasing after a butterfly, "Hey! Wait! Come back! I just wanna play!" The butterfly then settled down on a rock. This gave Dean a chance, he then got down, "Ahhh.....the mighty hunter has cornered his prey." He then snarls and pounces after the butterfly. Once again, he missed, but it took him to the rise of a rock, letting him see way past the landscape, towards the Outlands.

"Whoa...Cool! The Outlands! I wonder what's out there..." It wasn't long after that Dean heard a rustling in the grass behind him. He turned around to see Timon and Pumbaa, staring at him through the grass. He screamed, making Timon and Pumbaa scream too. Dean backed up, not paying attention to where he was and fell into the water below.

"Oooh, don't worry, Dean...Uncle Pumbaa's comin'!" He then jumped into the water after Dean, falling on top of where he landed. Timon then got panicked, "Oh, no...ohh...uh..uh...let's see, uh..." He then goes into a character like his talking with Simba, "Gee, Simba. The good news is, we found your son. The bad new is, we dropped a warthog on him."

Pumbaa looked about, "Dean? Dean?" Timon sighed, placing a hand to his face, "Pumbaa! Let me define babysitting!" Pumbaa looks under him and sees Dean, getting up Dean begins to spit water, getting out of the small pond. "Sorry. Now Prince Dean...as Simba's son, you know better than to go off all alone.You could have been hurt!"

Dean sighed, "But...but..." Timon's face turned to one of worry, "Hurt! Oh...Simba would kill us! You didn't slip a disc, did you?" "B-but—" Timon started to walk around him, checking him, "Catch a fever? Get a hangnail?" Dean pushed Timon away, "Nnngh! Timon!" "I had one once." Pumbaa nodded, "Very painful." Timon shuddered, "Excruciating!" Timon then grabbed a palm leaf and placed it over Dean's head.

"Darling...with your complexion, you should stay out of the sun. " Dean then swats it away, "What? Do you wanna wrinkle?" Dean sighed, "Would someone please listen to me?" Timon used one of his fingers to clean out his ear, "I'm sorry; I wasn't listening. Did you say something Prince?" Dean groaned, "I'm just a prince. That's only half of who I am!" Pumbaa gave him a confused look, "Oh, uh...who's the other half?"

Dean stopped, "Uh...well, I, uh...um..." Timon chuckled, "Well, while you're figuring it out, let's eat." He then snaps his fingers and Pumbaa lifts up a log. "Grubs!" Pumbaa smiles, "The other white meat!" Timon held up a leaf, "And so high in protein." Dean's face coiled up in disgust, "Eww! Gross!" Timon looked confused, "No? How 'bout you, big boy?" Pumbaa sniffed the bugs, "Ah, love grubs." "Not like..." "Love!" Pumbaa then takes one and bites into it, spitting it back out.

Timon then gets angry and begins to yell at Pumbaa about it, telling him at that he needed to stop doing that. Dean sighed, shaking his head. He then looked towards the Outlands again and sprinted towards it, leaving Timon and Pumbaa behind to argue.