Strange Encounters


The dog looked up at him and Dean could have sworn that some witch had transformed his brother into his canine twin.

Big hazel eyes; check, long untidy chestnut coat; check, long skinny legs; check, head tilted up, staring at him with the identical endearing puppy-eyed expression as his brother's; check, check, check!

Just to be certain, he threw a glance over his shoulder to where Sam was throwing his stuff into the Impala.

He shook his head to clear it; Sam was still Sam, not a dog!


He gazed back down at the animal which hadn't moved from the spot and was still looking up at him with the goofy Sam expression in its eyes.

Dean felt an irresistible urge to pet it and went to bend down. "Hey there, boy! Where did you come from? You gotta have some of Sammy's genes in there somewhere."

He hadn't yet placed his hand on the dog's head when a menacing growl made him look up, and surprised he took a step back as another dog came to stand beside the Sammy clone, pushing it aside and taking up an aggressive stance in front of him.

Dean felt the goose bumps rising on his skin; this dog was smaller, his short-haired coat darker, with piercing green eyes and a set of perfect teeth, all of which were showing in the snarl that was being directed towards him.

He held up his hands hoping in doggy sign-language it meant the same as in the human version; that he meant no harm.

He stared at the darker dog; he would never have thought to compare himself to a mutt but the aggressive animal that was still snarling at him reminded him of himself. It was protecting the Sammy dog.

How many times had he himself come to stand between Sam and a potential enemy!


"Dean," Sam said coming up behind him. "You coming?"

When Sam saw the two dogs, a huge grin spread over his face. "Hey there, guys," he said as he hunched down to pet the animals.

Dean watched in awe as the darker dog, who up until that moment had been baring his teeth in attack mode, started wagging his tail and bounded over to Sam allowing himself to be petted and played with by his brother.

While he was watching, he felt a wet nose rubbing on his hand.

The Sam dog was nuzzling at him, obviously wanting to be petted.

"Hey there, big boy." Dean hunched down in a similar posture to his brother and played with the dog, rubbing its long ears while it continued to gaze up at him with big soulful eyes.

It was impossible, but he seemed to hear the dog telling him not to worry about his aggressive companion. He was always like that with strangers. He was the biggest mother-henning doggy brother on the planet.

Dean drew back his hands as if he had been burned. The life they led had made them digest so many weird happenings but to run into two dogs who seemed to be the canine equivalents of him and Sam was just out of this world!

Suddenly he found the Dean dog beside him again although it seemed friendlier now. It growled roughly at the Sam-dog and pushed at him with its head. The Sam-dog gave him one last puppy glance before it walked off, with its companion one step behind.


Sam came to stand beside him.

"You know Dean, those dogs gave me a weird sensation of déjà vu or something. I can't quite place it," he said confused.

Dean cocked his head and stared up at him. Yup, identical to the dog. His own canine twin would have his hands full with the Sam clone.

"Don't try to work it out, Sammy," he smiled." Just put it down to our crazy life!"

Sam gave him an upside-down smile, and bumping shoulders the brothers made their way back to the Impala.