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Sam has a weakness. It’s more of a fatal flaw, really. An Achilles’ Heel, if you will. It’s gotten him into trouble more often than not, and now, Gabriel has decided to exploit it and it’s going to be the death of all of them.
“For the last time, Sam, will you stop grabbing my tail?” Dean shouts.
Sam closes his eyes in defeat. “I’m sorry, Dean, it’s just so fluffy and I needed to touch it, I needed to.”
Dean huffs when Sam’s fingers twitch for his tail and he launches himself towards the other end of the couch. “You said Gabriel did this, right? Why can’t Michael change us back? Or Lucifer?”
Sam sighs. “Michael thinks everyone looks too cute to change back, and Lucifer likes being a bunny. We’re going to be like this until Gabe gets bored.” He reaches up and strokes one of his antlers absent-mindedly. “I mean, it could be worse, right?” He tries to reason. “He could have turned us into actual animals. And then where would we be?”
“Knee deep in moose poop,” Dean chuckles.
Sam’s lips twist up into a lop-sided grin. “What kind of animal are you supposed to be, anyway? You’ve got such a puffy tail.”
Dean blushes and mumbles something unintelligible into his fist.
“Come on, just tell me.” Sam’s fingers itch to reach out for Dean’s fluffy tail, but he restrains himself just barely.
“A squirrel,” Dean grumbles.
Sam’s heart melts, partially because of the indignation in his brother’s voice and partially because squirrel tails have always been his favorite kind of tails. “Awwwwwww.”
“Don’t ‘aw’ at me,” Dean demands. He swishes his tail in irritation and realizes his mistake a moment later when Sam makes a choked off noise. For a moment, neither of them move, then Dean vaults himself over the couch and down the hall. Sam leaps up after him.
“Must... Pet... Tail!”