Rowan's fic

[kelios]

She was 7, okay?



Dean as the talking Rabbit

The Winchester brothers broke down the witch's door and ran to find the spell book, with the giant robot the witch had summoned was right behind them! Gaining speed every minute! They split up but that only stopped it for a split second, then it chased Sam into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Dean ran straight for the locked, dark room where the witch cast her spells, sure he would find her spell book there. He broke down the door and ran in but unfortunately for Dean the witch was in the room. She saw him tearing the pages from her spell book, destroying her ability to cast magic. But before he could finish, she silently recited the spell that turned her enemy into.....a rabbit! But she delayed the effects of the spell so that it would only take effect when Dean touched water.
The next morning Dean woke up and headed for the shower while Sam went to get breakfast. He was enjoying the hot water when suddenly he felt faint and very strange. He got out of the shower, thinking maybe he'd go lie down again, when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He screamed so loud the neighbors wondered if there was a burglar. They ran in to help and were greeted by a giant rabbit with gleaming black fur and huge sharp teeth! For a moment they were petrified, too shocked to move. Then the rabbit said, “Hi, can you help me please?”
They ran screaming! And who could blame them? Dean the Rabbit was a truly awful sight: 6 feet tall, with glowing green eyes and jet black fur that bristled all over his body. His teeth were long and pointed, and his claws gleamed razor sharp and menacing on his huge paws.
“Wait,” Dean cried, “I need help! I have to find my brother!” He tried to hop after them and tripped over a chair, breaking it to bits.
“Ow!” he yelled. He saw his cell phone lying on the bedside table and decided to call Sam before one of the neighbors called the police. But rabbit paws (particularly those belonging to six foot tall rabbits) aren't made for using phones and he accidentally crushed the poor thing in frustration.
Sam came back with breakfast half an hour later.
“Honestly, Dean, can't you stay out of trouble without me?” he asking in annoyance. “I mean, I was only gone 30 minutes and the place is crawling with cops!”
“Not my fault, Sam,” Dean said from the bathroom. Dean was admiring himself in the bathroom mirror. Now that he was over the shock, he had to admit he made a pretty awesome rabbit. Huge and scary and deadly. He grinned at himself in the mirror then yelled in pain when Sam blasted him with rock salt.
“Ow! Hey, watch it, that hurt!” Dean yelped. “Cut it out, Sam, it's me!” He tried to smile harmlessly, but Sam was having none of it.
“If you're Dean, what was my favorite toy when I was growing up?” he asked suspiciously.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Duh, you carried around a My Little Pony until you were, like, 10 years old,” Dean snickered. “You named it Sweetie Pie and slept with it every night until Dad finally made you get rid of it.”
“Fine,” Sam muttered. He couldn't see it because of the fur, but he was pretty sure there was a smirk under there somewhere. “Now what did you do? Why are you a giant rabbit?”
“It's not my fault, Sam,” Dean repeated patiently. “I was taking a shower, and when I got out, I was a freakin' rabbit!” He grinned. “A freakin awesome rabbit. Look at these claws, man, I could totally disembowel someone with these! And these teeth!” Dean grinned at himself in the mirror again and Sam was tempted to shoot him again just on principle.
“So one minute you were showering and the next you were Harvey.” Sam shook his head in confusion. “I don't get it. Nothing happened? You didn't accidentally cast a spell on yourself or drink a potion or--”
'Dude. How could I accidentally drank a potion or cast a spell on myself without knowing?” Dean rolled his huge rabbit eyes and the effect was pretty ghastly. Then he caught sight of himself in the mirror again—without turning his head. “Whoa, outstanding. I can see behind me.”
Sam gripped the shotgun tightly and counted to ten. “Okay, Dean. Let's just go into the other room and talk about this, okay? Maybe we can work this out.”
“I hope so,” Dean said, following Sam out of the bathroom. “'Cause I'm starving and I hate carrots.”
Sam spent the next hour going through their dad's journal and browsing websites about curses and shapeshifting, getting steadily more annoyed as Dean paced aimlessly around the room. When Dean bumped into the bed and jostled the laptop again he couldn't keep the frustration out of his voice.
“Dean! Will you please just sit down? You're making me crazy!”
“I'm sorry, man, but this itch is making me crazy!” He tried again to reach the spot in the middle of his back with his teeth, turning in circles like a dog chasing it's tail—and bumping into the bed again. He looked at Sam piteously.
“All right, all right,” Sam groaned. He sighed and sank his hands into the soft fur on Dean's back, scratching vigorously.
“Oh, yeah, man, right there.” Dean moaned happily and his back leg started to twitch. “Little bit harder, harder.....oh, yeah, Sammy, that's great....” His leg twitched harder and hit the nightstand, knocking over Sam's open bottle of water. It hit Dean with
a splash and then Dean started to feel dissy again the next thing he knew Sam was staring at him.

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Awwww and Dean as a rabbit is cute. I laughed!