AN: Goooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! And welcome new padawans to the Dark Side! I am your Empress! Lol! So I finally watched Frozen. Dear god. It made me think of Sam and Dean so much. I know there's probably a bunch of Frozen stories out there for Supernatural but I might try my hand at it and see where it goes. Maybe. I'll keep y'all posted. So what's this? A new story?! Le gasp! I meant to have this up after I finished The Little Ones, but real life decided to kidnap me and not let me go. I was also working on my books. So much work, so little time...sigh. Don't worry! Things are slowing down and updates should go back to being daily. I hope. Bear with me. I know my lovely doves will. *winks* Love you guys! Anways let's get the show on the road!

Summary: Sam and Dean are turned into wolves by a witch! A curse that leaves Dean fully grown and Sam just a puppy! The curse must be broken soon or the brothers will remain as wolves for the rest of their days!

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A Furry Situation

Sam and Dean had just arrived to their next destination ready to relax and catch up on some much needed rest. Their last case was grueling and very difficult. Not to mention very frustrating and tiring. First it started with just a werewolf and then they just happened to run into a nest of vampires that nearly had Sam for lunch.

'Speaking of whom' Dean thought to himself and looked over at Sam. He smiled sadly.

Sam was out cold but it wouldn't last. Nightmares were sure to follow. Poor kid hasn't had a good dream in a long time. Sure enough he was right. Sam started to move restlessly and then settled with a whimper.

Dean sighed and went to pay for a room and woke Sam up long enough to settle him in bed.

"Night Sammy." Dean whispered.

"Night" Came a sleepy reply from Sam.

Dean chuckled and headed for the bathroom. He really wanted a shower. If his muscles tensed anymore Sam would be able to fold and pack him into a small box. That and he smelled like dead werewolf and bloodly vampire. He hopped in and washed the week away and then dressed in his sleep clothes.

After his shower he felt more human and-he groaned when his cell phone went off. Flipping it open before it could wake Sammy he answered it.

"Hello?" He asked stepping outside.

"Dean. Where are you?!" His dad's voice boomed.

"Dad." Dean moaned. He just wanted to sleep. "Sammy and I just got to a motel for the night. We're exhausted. Whatever it is, it can wait 'til morning."

"Fine. I expect you here at this address tomorrow. I'll be there. Bright and early." John said firmly.

"Yes sir." Dean yawned.

"Go sleep." John said with a smile.

"Night." Dean yawned again.

"Night son." John said and the two hung up.

Dean went back in and checked on Sammy. He smiled when he saw Sam sleeping peacefully and hoped he would throughout the night. He snuggled into his blankets and fell to sleep.

The next morning

Sam dozed off and on. He had a horrible nightmare last night and couldn't fall back asleep. But he couldn't tell Dean or he'd worry and he had enough to worry about.

Little did Sam know, Dean did know and was highly worried. But decided to leave it alone for now since Sammy just fell back asleep.

"Good thing I explained everything to you tiger. Sleep well." Dean whispered.

Dean drove on for a few hours and arrived to their destination. An abandoned house. Dean got to greet their father when Sam started to whimper and move restlessly.

"Sammy shh. It's okay buddy. It's okay." Dean soothed.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Sam screamed as he came awake.

"Sam! Dean what's wrong with him!?" John asked concered.

"It's okay Dad! Just a nightmare." Dean said. "It's okay Sammy."

"Dean? Dad?" Sam asked.

"Yeah kiddo. Are you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Just...yeah." Sam said.

"You sure Sam?" John asked.

"Yes. Let's get this over with." Sam said. "So there's a witch here? And she's been turning people into animals."

"Yes. The transformation should only for few days according to the spell but they've been lasting longer some are permanent." John said.

"Let's just gank this bitch and get outta here." Dean said.

Sam and John followed with their weapons at the ready. They split up. Dean taking the main floor, John the second floor, and Sam the basement.

Dean didn't find much on his end, John found out the witch had a family that perished in a blizzard being trapped in their car one winter evening. He also found the witch had tons of pets after her family's death.

Sam found pelts and skins of various animals and even humans. Sam felt sick. He began to get dizzy and his world soon got dark. He didn't know what was happening but he was going to wake up different.

Since Dean hadn't found anything he decided to check on Sammy. He crept into the bastment. He felt dizzy as sickly sweet scent filled his nose. He covered his nose and mouth with a bandana and continued his search for his Sammy. He looked to his right and in a small corner he found a wolf pup that looked no more than a month old. He knelt down and checked on the small chocolate brown creature. He was alive and breathing. After further inspection he realized this wolf pup was his brother!

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed and picked him up.

"Wonderful. Brothers. This is simply wonderful!" a voice said.

"Who are you? And what did you do to my brother!?" Dean shouted.

"I turned him. He'll be my next pet. So will you." The witch said.

Dean suddenly felt pain and dropped to the floor not dropping his brother. His world turned dark. When he awoke sometime later as a wolf just like his brother! But he was older and fully grown. He guessed he was probably a year or two. He saw the witch and tore her apart. He accidently knocked over the candles on the alter and a fire was started. He picked up his brother in his mouth and took off.

He ran outside and saw his dad by the vehicles. He looked upset. Dean walked up to John slowly. John startled when stepped back when he saw the large blonde white animal. He noticed the animal has pirecing green eyes like his son. It clicked. John realized it was his son! And the pup in his mouth was Sammy!

"Dean? Did the witch do this?" John asked.

Dean whined and nodded.

John sighed. He took the boys er wolves back to the motel and came back for the Impala. By then the house was burned down. He was glad the house was in a secluded area otherwise the police would be all over him, and that's the last thing he needed.

He went back to the motel and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Dean was curled up protectively around Sammy on the bed furthest from the door. Dean's protective instincts would be higher than normal.

John would bug Bobby in the morning. They all needed some sleep.

At least Sammy slept peacefully that night.

Whoo! Stick a fork in it for it's done! Lol!

Until Next Time! *has Let It Go from Frozen stuck in my head* *head to desk*