'Ugh...Why am I on the ground?'  I'm tired, sore, exhausted and have absolutely no idea why I'm also laying on the cold hard cement. Blearily, I blink my eyes and try to adjust to the sudden brightness that's clouding my vision.

'And...why is everything so...enhanced?'  I sit up a bit to see people, across the apparent street adjacent to me, walk down the array of stores on the sidewalk and I can hear every click of the shoe heels that tap down.

"Move it, mutt!" An older man rudely pushes passed me, knocking me over.

'Jerk... Wait...did he call me a mutt?'  I hastily get up but immediately topple over. Pain sears behind both of my eyes. The world gets dizzy and I black out again before I can even realize what has happened.

~~Time Skip~~

When I come to, I notice I'm no longer on the sidewalk of a road, but somehow, and for some reason, I'm on a patch of grass. My ears perk at the sound of children's squeals from a nearby playground.

'What happened?!'

Wearily and carefully I sit up, but only now notice my hand, since before I was totally out of it.

I have a paw. A paw for a hand. 'Where did my hand go!?'  I look to my other hand...paw? Yup, it, too, is an animal's paw. I try to sit criss-cross like a normal human being but my legs turn out to be much longer than what I remember them to be and they won't bend the way I'm trying to will them to.

I'm a dog.

I don't know what breed...but I'm a freaking dog.

'WHAT!?'

I start to panic, breathing heavily as my dog chest heaves in and out way too quickly for it to be healthy.

What do I do? Do I run and get help? How can I get help? I'm a dog! Run? Yeah... Running sounds good.

Standing up properly, albeit wobbly, I take off in a burst of speed I didn't know I had. My long dog legs carry me aimlessly. My tongue lolls out the side of my mouth as I openly breathe through it, only just now stopping to take a slight break and pick the next direction I'm going since I've come across a junction.

'Left? Yeah left is good. Left is always right!' So, I take off again. My padded paws don't feel the least bit  worn out considering how long I've been running.

"Help!" I yell to the left, "Anybody!?" I bark to the right. Literally. Nothing comes out except gibberish dog speak.

'Great! No one can understand me!'

"Oof!" I cry out after running into someone's legs and falling backwards, though it comes out as a pitiful whine. Moaning, I swipe my paws on my face, trying to get the dust out of my eyes.

'It is NOT easy being a dog!'

Cleaning out the right one, I try to peer at my human blockade as the left eye twitches in discomfort and irritation. My jaw chatters in complete shock. I don't believe what I'm seeing.

"J-J-J-J-J-Jensen? Ackles?!" True to how I spoke, to myself that is, my bark comes out as an anxious, stuttering yip.

In front of me is Dean Winchester. Main character for the TV show Supernatural. 'Where even am I ?!'

'Holy crap am I in Canada?!'

Dean- er, Jensen, of course, because Supernatural is just a TV show, looks down at me and smiles one of his famous smiles. "Dude," He slaps a much- much -taller man, gaining the attention of said guy. "I told ya I get all the bitches!" he finishes with a chuckle, panning his hands down to me.

'Did he just call me a- Oh my gosh is that Jared!?' The taller man Jensen was talking to turned out to be Jared, the actor who plays Sam Winchester, Dean's younger brother in the same show.

Seeming to inspect me and then give his co-worker a disapproving look, Jared scoffs, "Psht...Dean, come on! Leave the poor dog alone!"

"Wait. Why'd you call him Dean?!" My voice comes out as an agitated bark. 'Ugh... This is so frustrating!'

"Heh, Sam, I think it agrees with me." 'Oh no...' Mother freaking DEAN chortles and pats mother freaking SAM on the back.

'I'm a dog...in Supernatural... These aren't the actors. This isn't the real world...'

I guess I must be making a scene because now Sam and Dean are suddenly very cautious and slowly making their way closer to me. 'I'm having a panic attack', I realize. I go to grip my head, hoping my hands would ease the pain a little but then I remember that I'm a dog and my hands are now PAWS.

Next best thing I can think of is lie down on the ground, covering my face with my dirtied paws from all the running I did. "Hey, what's wrong with the dog?" My keen ears pin point Dean's voice out of the crowd that seemes to have formed around me.

I guess something about a dog having a panic attack in the middle of a sidewalk is crowd worthy.

And now multiple voices ring through my ears as more people start muttering. 'Stupid- ugh!' I slam my paws down on the cement, angry that I can't reach to cover my ears. Unfortunately, I regret doing this action soon after as a stinging sensation flares up through my nails and up both legs.

"Uh, Dean, I think it's having a panic attack."

"Dogs get panic attacks?!" 

'I ain't your average dog! Oh gosh there's so many people!' I involuntarily let out a whimper.

Suddenly, I'm being lifted in the air, so, naturally, I flip out and struggle against whoever's grip is on me. "Sh sh sh! It's okay. I gotcha..." Sam coos in attempts to tame me. 'He smells nice...'

The younger Winchester's aroma fills my big black doggy nose and lulls me to sleep.

~~Time Skip~~

First thing I think of when I come to, again, is that I've blacked out more times than I've ever done in my entire life. And that's a lot because I've never blacked out before! 'Yuck...'  Instantly, as my senses gradually get stronger as I wake, I smell medicinal everything. Looking down, I see I'm on an 'Examination table?'. 

I must be at a vet.

As the dog...

"I see she's awake." I perk my head up at the new voice and presence. A man in a white lab coat peers down at a clipboard in his hands.

"What kind of breed is she, Doc?" Sam asks, standing up from a chair. I narrow my eyes as the doctor licks his finger and flips a piece of paper from his board.

"Looks to me that she's a Weimaraner. Large, elegant hunting dogs. Typically trained for larger animals like boar, deer, and bears." 

'I have never heard of this kind of dog... At least I have a pretty coat...'  I gaze down to what I can see of myself, which is a silky, though a little dusty with grime, silver leg.

"And? What was wrong with it?" I lowly growl at Dean's lack of respect that I'm a living breathing thing.

"Well. She seemed to be going through a lot of stress at the moment you found her- triggering a panic attack. Though not common in dogs such as herself, it is possible."

"Thanks, Doctor Dover." Sam shakes the man's gloved hand.

And, as the guy leaves, shutting the door behind him, Dean calls out with a smirk and smug wave, "See ya Ben!"

Sam sighs and rubs a hand down his face. "Dean. I've told you to have respect for these kinds of people."

"Eh, what do I care? We'll never see the guy again anyway!" The older brother waves his little brother off with another smirk. 

Sam follows Dean out of the room, grumbling and going off about respect and what not. 'What do I care? I'm a freaking dog!'

Given what the veterinarian said, I shouldn't push myself, so, I rest my head on my wrists(?) and shut my eyes, quickly drifting into a dreamless sleep.

~~Time Skip~~

~Sam's POV~

"So what do you think?" I whisper to my brother as we come back up to the front desk.

"What do you mean what do I think? We take the dog in so it can find a good home!" he replies loudly, not taking the hint to speak quietly along with me.

I sigh, running my hand down my face. "I-I dunno, Dean. Something about that dog- I- I don't know..."

"Well what is it, Sammy?"

"I don't know, Dean! If we dropped her off at the shelter it'll just...feel wrong," I admit with a frown.

"What do you expect us to do? We can't take in a dog! Plus, she's still practically a puppy!" Seeing Dean start to over react, I calm him down with a wave of my hands and push him over to the corner of the room so we can speak more privately.

"Not a puppy, Dean. She's an adolescent." Dean just stares, leading to me release a long, tired sigh. "Adolescence is the process of developing from a child into an adult."

"So? She's still a young dog. I don't see why it's suddenly our problem."

"Well..." I ponder, "maybe she didn't accidentally run into you? Maybe it happened for a reason!" 

"Mr. and...uh, Mr. Deere?" The veterinarian walks up, interrupting our conversation...argument?

"Uh, heh," Dean awkwardly chuckles, motioning between himself and me, "We're uh, brothers."

"Ah." The doctor doesn't look convinced but leaves it alone anyway. "Anyhoo, here's the paperwork for your dog..."

"Wait, wait, wait-" I step in front of my brother, "she's uh...she's not our dog."

The man quirks an eyebrow, gives us a look and then flips a few pages of his clipboard. "My apologies, you're right. Well since you brought her in from the street and she seems to like you two a lot, would you consider taking her home?"

Dean, flabbergasted, cries, "Wai- You mean adopt her?!" 

"Well, yes, that's exactly what I mean. Please. Come back to the room and we can discuss this."

Blinking, we follow the doc's lead back to the room.

~My POV~

"Gah!" My head springs up from the door in front of me suddenly being slammed open. 'Dang  sensitive ears...'

Sam, Dean, and that weird doctor steps in, all thinking they're sneaking a glance at me. 'I ain't some oblivious, naive dog! ...Wait...am I?'

"Hey there, Sweetie, how you feelin'?" I flinch away from the strange man's prying hand. 'Wait, why should I cower? I'm a dog!'

"Grrrr." I growl loudly, baring my teeth.

"Whoa!" Dean throws his hands up defensively. 'My nose is getting used to the medicinal smells. And now that I can smell past it, this man smells very fishy...'

"Hey now. It's okay." Sam comes over and pats my head, only calming me a little bit because the doctor decided to come close again and I got a whiff of his weird scent.

Now fully standing up, I defend my ground, snarling at the man.

A mirror in the corner of the room catches my eye. They dart to it and see what might be the ugliest thing I've seen in person. It's a wraith.

The veterinarian is a wraith.

'How do I alert the boys?!'

The only thing I can do is bark. So bark I did. I yipped loudly, snapping at him and causing the monster to flinch and fly back. Sam, probably instinctively, quickly grabs my body, easily since I'm what looks to be a young dog, and holds me back. 

How do I avert their attention to the mirror?! I struggle in the man's grasp, trying to motion my head to the large reflection of the monster. "Dude," Dean suddenly says, patting Sam's shoulder. "Look."

Both brothers look into the glass and stop, allowing me to wiggle out and free myself. When I do, I lunge at the supernatural creature. "Whoa, hey!" Sam again tries to restrain me but I don't let him as I attack the thing with all my might.

Beside me, Dean runs past, booking it out of the room and down the hall. Sam, still trying to pry me off, bangs his head on a nearby chair. The wraith gains the upper hand and throws me against the wall. Instant pain soars through my entire form.

I groan. Everything hurts and I don't have the energy to get up. Footsteps clatter back in, I'm assuming they're Dean's but I don't open my eyes to check. "Sam!" Dean's voice is booming yet quiet as to not raise suspicion, and full of worry.

Squinting, I barely see the older brother duke it out with the monster before finding a weak spot and driving a silver dagger into the thing's heart. It drops dead pretty fast before everything goes black for the third time today.

~~Time Skip~~

'Please let me wake up...'  I'm afraid to open my eyes to see that I'm still a dog in this parallel universe.

"Well what the hell you want me to do!?"

"I don't know, Dean! We can't just leave her! She snuffed out a wraith- hell- she knew what a wraith was and alerted us!" 

'Ugh, why are they yelling so loud?'  I whine, windmilling my paws in attempts to get away from the noise but it proves fruitless. 'Am I on a bed?'  I must be since it's super comfy and soft and... 'What was I talking about again?'

"Dean. Shhh. I think she's waking up." A large hand caresses my head, going down passed my ears and down my neck.

Slowly but surely, my eyes open. They take a minute to properly work and the figures of the two brothers come into view. "Hey there, how you feelin'?" Dean asks me, walking over.

I bark a lowly bark, signifying that, "I'm okay."

"Hey," Winchester number one spares a glance to number two. "Is it just me or does this dog understand us?"

'Wait. Now's my chance to get them to help me!'

Standing up, faltering a bit because I'm a little woozy, Dean throws his hands out to steady me and then drops them as I jump off the bed. I start spinning in circles, excitedly barking.

"Wait." Sam walks up, sounding very serious, "Can you understand us?"

I nod happily.

"What are you?" Dean stands up fast and stiffly, not moving his eyes anywhere else but me.

'Crap, what do I do?' 

Thinking fast, I just tilt my head and bend my ears a bit. Thank goodness that seemed to work because Dean relaxes visibly. "Uh- I don't think it's anything but a dog, Dean." Sam comes to my rescue quickly, and for that, I'm grateful.

"Huh... What should we do?"

"Let me stay with you, two!" My bark makes them flinch. Whoops, I must have yelled too loud. "I know nothing else in this world besides you two and what you do. I have no idea how I'm a dog but I don't want to be left alone and put into the pound and get shipped off to some random family!"

"She sounds upset." 'Yeah I'm upset!'

"Maybe we can take her to Bobby's? See what he thinks? I don't think I've met a normal dog that can understand humans as good as this one." 'Yes! Thank you, Dean!'

I jump on one of the two motel beds and paw at Dean, licking his hand. He laughs and pets me. "Looks like she agrees. Bobby's it is." Sam motions his hand and Dean throws his keys to him.

"Alright then, come on, girl, let's go to Bobby's," Dean beckons me after packing their bags. I chase him out the door and he leads me into the back of the Impala. 'I've always wanted to be in this car!'

In the rear view mirror, Sam chuckles at seeing me roll around, smiling goofy. "Hey, don't let Dean see you doing that to his baby."

'Oh crap.' I instantly stop, gaining even more laughs from the younger brother, sitting up straight and proper right as Dean gets in the passenger seat.

"Let's hit the road!"

"Awrooo!" I howl along with Dean. He looks back to me and grins. I try my best to return it but, by the man's laughter, I'm assuming it turned out like Toothless' smile.

This has been an idea I've had for a while now, so I tried my best at putting it into words lol.

Probably gonna stay as a one shot. I dunno, it depends.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with this. If you liked it, let me know if you want to see more and don't forget to review!