A/N: The internet gods are fickle in my neck of the woods. I know I'm behind answering reviews for previous drabbles, and I apologize for that.
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: dog. Dean and John finally catch the witch who's taken Sam. This is NOT a Leverage/SPN crossover. The site chopped off the name, so I had to shorten it. The full title is The "I'd Recognize Your Sasquatch Butt Anywhere" Job.
Timeline: Pre-Pilot. Yet another reason why Sam left the family business to go to Stanford.
Word Count: 100 on the nose.
"Let me go first, hunter," the witch smirked, "Then I'll change him back."
John tightened his grip on the chains that bound her. They'd dogged her trail for weeks. God, he hated witches, especially Circe wannabes.
"I don't think so, bitch."
Dean stood nearby, staring intently at the transformed humans in the corral. John glanced at Dean. John nodded.
Dean jumped the railing.
The animals sat quietly. Dean ignored the lion, tiger, chimps, grizzly bear.
He knelt in front of the armadillo instead.
"Hey, Sammy. Dude, we're here."
Black magic fell away. Sam Winchester stumbled forward into his brother's arms.
A/N: Cue the triumphant music. The brothers' bond broke the spell. Sam's soul called out, and Dean's answered.
Okay, let me stop lying.
I have no idea how Dean knew who was which. He's not talking. Neither is my muse.
That's my story and 'm stickin' to it.