Destiel One-Shots

Labradorable

All eyes were on Rowena as she studied the situation intently. "Well," she says thoughtfully, "it should wear off by itself in a day or two. At the moment I can't think of a way to reverse it, and by the time we find it, he'll most likely be back to normal already." She shrugs her petite shoulders.

"Should?" Sam demands. "Rowena, we didn't call you here for should. We called you here to help fix him." Rowena scowls at him.

"I'm sorry, Samuel. That's the best I can do." She retorts.

"In the meantime, what do we do with him?" Castiel pipes up from where he'd been watching from the sidelines. Rowena gives him an amused look.

"I suggest buying some dog food. If you let him eat what he usually does he'll get sick." She laughs slightly as Sam scowls. "What? Have you never had a pet before? It's no different than looking after any other dog." Sam huffs in frustration at her words.

"Yeah, except this time our new pet just so happens to be my brother." Rowena grins, lifting a hand to hide how wide her smile has gotten. All eyes then land on Dean, who is sitting patiently by their feet, green eyes watching them intently as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. Castiel and Sam aren't even sure what happened exactly. One second, Dean was bitching about witches as they crept along the dark hallways of an old apartment building, and the next, they were accompanied by a dog instead.

Without thinking, Castiel rests his head on the top of Dean's head, gently stoking the soft fur. Dean's eyes close and he leans closer, tail wagging slowly across the floor behind him.

"I'm sure he'll be fine." Rowena assures the two men. "Spells like these rarely last more than twenty-four hours. This time tomorrow he'll be back to eating burgers and pie, and pretending the whole ordeal never happened. Isn't that right, Dean?" Dean's eyes snap open, ears perking up as he barks in reply. Castiel raises his eyebrows and shares a look with Sam. Despite now being a dog, it seemed like he could still fully understand what was being done and said around him.

"Okay. We just have to keep a dog alive for twenty-four hours. How hard can that be?" Sam ponders out loud. Rowena just smiles as she packs up her few things laid out on the table, clearly enjoying this way too much. Castiel and Sam watch her go, walking up the stairs and letting the door bang shut behind her.

"Now what?" The angel asks, turning slightly worried eyes to the younger Winchester. Sam scratches his head as he studies the dog still sitting next to Castiel's leg.

"Well, we're gonna have to go pick up some food. We can't let him starve, and Rowena was right. If we let him eat what he usually does he could puke it all up. Or worse." Somehow, despite being a dog, Dean still manages to look offended at his brother's words. Sam just huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head.

"Perhaps you should go." Cas suggests. "You have a better idea of what to get. I can stay here with Dean." Dean perks up at the suggestion, barking loudly as he jumps to his feet. His tail starts wagging madly as Sam nods.

"Okay. I'll run into town. May as well pick up a few things while I'm there. Is there anything you need?" He asks, already starting to leave. Cas shakes his head. Sam nods in reply, lifting a hand in a wave as he scoops the Impala's keys off the table and disappears. Castiel waits a moment before turning to Dean.

"Well, now what?" Dean looks back, head cocked as he stares up at the angel. Castiel feels himself smile at the sight. Dean looks a lot more innocent and loveable as a dog. He doesn't voice those thoughts out loud, however, knowing how much Dean would resent them. "Perhaps some television?" He suggests. Dean barks loudly again, tail wagging faster, making Castiel chuckle. Television it is.