The woman quickly exited the car and opened the rear door, allowing Dean to slip out first, leaving room for her to manoeuver the none to light Sam into her arms.
"Uh, maybe I should get some help here," Dean heard her cursing to herself. "This sweetie is a little on the heavy side! Good job I work out!" she said puffing and huffing as she pulled Sam gently towards her.
She eventually cradled the wounded dog in her arms and making short work of the couple of steps that led up to the surgery, she back-pushed the door open, with Dean following worriedly at her heels.
"Got a walking wounded for you here," she said to the nurse. "I think he might have a broken leg and he's been chewed up pretty bad by some animal too," she added while the nurse supplied a trolley on which she gently placed Sam.
"How you feeling, Sammy?" Dean asked, his concerned words coming over to the humans as a drawn out whine; as did Sam's answering one of," Don't worry Dean, I'm okay. These humans will fix me up good as new."
But Dean was in no way convinced. Humans were unpredictable and not to be trusted. He wasn't like his little brother who saw good in everything and everyone around him.
"The other dog yours too?" the nurse asked nodding over at Dean who was standing by the side of the trolley.
"No; actually neither of them are," she answered ruffling Dean's head. "He's the one who got me to stop. He stood in the road right in front of my car; made me get out, then led me to where his companion was lying wounded. He's a courageous little guy, gotta say." she said almost proudly.
"Will you be picking up the doctor's tab then. If the dogs aren't yours..." the nurse enquired.
"No, it's fine. I'll foot the bill, " she answered. "I sort of feel responsible for them, can't really say why, just do."
Some time later, the doctor came into the waiting room where Dean had been driving the lady up the wall by circling the room endlessly, whining and licking her hand.
"Calm down, he'll be fine," she had said as she had noticed Dean's evident distress; the words of comfort coming to her as spontaneously as if she were consoling a human.
The dog was acting as if he could really be feeling worried for his companion in surgery.
"You're a strange mutt," she had muttered as Dean's curiously green eyes met her own. "You're not like any other dog I know. It's as if you really understand what I'm saying." she had said mystified.
"Woof, " had been the only reply.
"You betcha I understand," Dean had thought snorting. "You humans think you're so special, but so are me and Sammy!"
"How is he, doctor,?" she asked turning her attention to the man.
"Well, he has a simple fracture in his right back leg and bite marks around his neck and flanks, but he should heal up good as new. I've given him all his shots and prescribed an anti-biotic for the bites just in case of infection." the vet sentenced.
Dean yelped in delight at his words, causing the vet's gaze to settle on him.
"However," he continued. "Nurse tells me the dogs aren't yours and as they have no dog-tags, I'm afraid they will end up in an animal shelter and hopefully be adopted by someone looking for a pet."
Dean's heart almost stopped at the words. There was no way he and Sammy were gonna end up in one of those prisons.
Maybe he hadn't made the right decision after all when he had sought help from the humans. Maybe he should just have lain down next to his little brother and waited for death to take them both; but when he heard the lady's next words, he reflected that maybe Sammy wasn't as wrong about humans as Dean had thought.
"No, " she answered. "I'll take them with me. Can the other dog be moved?"
"Yes," the doctor answered. "All he needs is rest and a vet to keep an eye on the healing process."
"Okay, then. I've gotta get going, so if you can get him settled into my car, I'll pay the bill and be off. I should have been home hours ago."
"Certainly, " the doctor nodded, happy to have had the situation resolved so easily.
Dean licked the woman's hand causing her to look down at him. She squatted until she was at eye-level.
"You know, "she said,."There just something about you; I've no idea what, but you're different, boy; and to boot, you remind me of someone I know, someone as caring and loyal as you seem to be. You and your friend need a home for a while. Does coming home with me suit you?" She asked caressing his head.
Dean barked his assent with much hand-licking and tail wagging.
"OK then let's head home!"
With that she stood up and waited until a drowsy Sam was comfortably settled in the back seat of her car with Dean curled up on the floor beside him.
"Sammy, " he asked concernedly as the car's engine roared into life. "How're you feeling?"
"M'okay, Dean, " was the slurry reply." I don't know what they gave me but it sure feels good!"
Dean lifted his head and kicked Sam's face.
"You know, little brother, I think we've been lucky this time. Maybe you weren't so wrong about humans after all."
"Yeah, maybe, just maybe, I get to be right sometimes, Grumpy! " Sam answered. "Now are you gonna let me get some healing sleep or are you gonna keep me awake the entire way to wherever it is we're going?"
"Na, Close your eyes Sammy. I'll keep watch."
"No, get some sleep yourself, Dean. If this human wanted to harm us, she wouldn't have helped us in the first place. Have some faith, bro!"
"Yeah, maybe you're right, Sammy, " Dean admitted as he rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes.
A few hours later, they rolled into Sioux Falls and Dean's ears pricked up as the car stopped. He heard the door being opened and a man's voice speaking.
"Hey, Sheriff we were expecting you back earlier. Everything okay?"
"Yeah everything's fine," Jody Mills answered. "I picked up a couple of stragglers along the way, " she said nodding at the two dogs in the back seat. "Got me some company for the cold winter nights," she joked.
"Thought you said you didn't have time to keep pets around," the man teased.
"Yeah, well these two are a little special. It was sorta love at first sight." she grinned back.
"By the way, those two nephews of Bobby Singer are lookin' for you, " The man continued. "Said they'd be back later."
"Okay, I'll take these two home, freshen up and be right back."
She pointed the car towards her house.
Funny her deputy should mention the Winchesters, 'cos that's exactly who the darker coated dog had reminded her of, Dean Winchester; and now that she dwelt on it the bigger wounded chestnut-coated one was a dead ringer doggy-version of Dean's younger brother, Sam.
Go figure, she mused as she turned into her drive-way.
Hope you all enjoyed doggy Sam and Dean. Thanks to every one who read. :)