A/N: Drabble fic title taken from the poem Fog, by Carl Sandburg: "The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on."

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE Drabble word: animal (either the use or the mention of an animal). Multi-chapter drabble fic - 3 chapters, 3 different scenes of the aftermath following hunts gone bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment only, and not for profit. There, I said it. Are you happy now?

Word count each chapter: 100 on the nose, as usual.

Chapter 1 - Dean

When the spell hit it hurt like a bitch. Don't remember much after that.

I woke up alive and breathing. That was good, but…

Sam and I have gone wolfy.

Not so good.

Dad'll figure this out. He'll get us back to normal. Sam's bitchfacing as usual, but we got the witch. That's all that really matters.

Dad looks sad. I can smell it in his skin. I walk over to him and I nudge his hand with my nose.

It's okay, Dad. It'll be all right.

That's what I try to say, but I don't think he believes me.

A/N: Chapter 2 is next. It's Sam's turn.