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[baconandsnausages]

[It doesn't take long for one person here, at least, to get a dog-entourage of varying shapes and sizes as they've been falling slowly from the sky. He kind of wonders if he has a magnet attached to the backside of the spell. But, oh well, he's surrounded by excitable yips, whines of complaint, all kinds of noises. And you have no idea how long he's been listening to them go.

He turns, holds up his hands and the group suddenly stops.] Alright, alright, alright. enough. I've been listening to you lot complain, bitch, be way way too excited about stuff, and whatever the hell else for ages. Just. Be quiet.

[They all sit down, some huffing, but not a sounds was heard. And he is relieved] And just so we're clear: I'm not feeding you, and there's not enough room to takes all of you in the car. So I'm taking none of you in the car. [Only, he'll probably cave on the feeding thing later and the car thing is just because it's not fair on them to only take some out.] And another thing-

[The moment the cat freezes after having spotted the group of man-and-dogs is the moment you know, and it knows, it is fucked. They all- Dean included- go ramrod straight and the heads all turn to the cat. And suddenly it's running as fast as it can, followed by a pack of dogs with Dean at the head also running after it with assorted cries of] You. you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. Come back here. You. You. You. [And random and varying assortments in between.]

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[Action Forever]

[mouth_breather]

[Jim was just minding his own business, sideeyeing the increasing population of dogs fighting to pee on every fire hydrant and lamp post in the city. There's a whole line of cats sitting on a wire fence, all swiveling their heads to peer at him as he strolls past. Having grown up in Iowa, he's no stranger to seeing dogs and cats running around, but here? This is just strange.]

[Aaaaaaaand there goes Dean and a pack of dogs. What in the universe...?]

Dean? What are you doing?

[baconandsnausages]

[He skids to a halt, looking between the cat and Jim with a small whine in his throat. and then his brain catches up to what the fuck he's doing, and he shakes his head at himself. Goddamn it.]

I was, uh-

[One of the pack has broken off, came back, tugging at him and barking. Come on, it's going to get away!.] Hey, hey. Teeth and clothes, remember? [To which the dog has the grace to look shamefaced. It wasn't too much more than a pup.] It's okay, you guys go on without me. I've got [a glance at Jim, but he manages to keep every hint of the fact he's disappointed out of his tone and posture.] something to do. [a small, questioning bark.] I'm sure. Go get the little ass-clown. [And it's gone.

His attention is back on Jim, who can probably tell there's a little more than just the excuse he's going to give going on by the fact that was clearly a conversation.] I-I'm just.... getting into the spirit of things?

[mouth_breather]

Look, you can be straight with me.

[He holds up both hands, to show that he's perfectly willing to listen. He's here for you. He wants to understand.]

Are you part werewolf or something?

[Because he knows that might actually happen in this place.]

[baconandsnausages]

[He pauses for a minute, and chews on his lip, weighing up pros and cons of the actual truth. But then, he's not too sure why he's trying so hard to hide it. It's damned obvious something's up, clearly.]

Technically? Part dog. Kind of.

[mouth_breather]

...Come again?

[Is he like the Caitians? There's no tail, no dog-like ears. Dean still looks perfectly human to him, but he's never seen a pack of dogs treat a man like that before.]

[baconandsnausages]

Dog.

[He sighs a little bit, taking a moment before he explains] It was a spell. We needed to talk to our only witness in a case, and he was a dog. And before it's asked, no I didn't know I was going to end up chasing cats and barking at things. We weren't told about the side effects [that may be a pout at the end.]

[mouth_breather]

A spell?!

[His eyebrows go up, because he doesn't like the sound of this.]

How long ago did this happen?

[baconandsnausages]

A while ago, really. Before you got here. [He shrugs] Before now, there wasn't really much of anything to.... overstimulate it. [The last bit is resignation - basically, until there was a buttfuck load of animals, he was controlling it pretty okay and it didn't seem like anything that was going to interfere too badly. The better sense of smell was pretty damned useful, too.]

[mouth_breather]

[Kirk massages his forehead for two seconds. This place was going to drive him mad if he didn't try to be more on top of things. A dog spell. The universe was full of wonders all right.]

Maybe we should go get you un-stimulated. Let's go get some coffee.

[baconandsnausages]

[...unstimulated... coffee... it's logic that would only ever work with these two, because he sure as hell can't see anything wrong with that statement.]

Hell yeah.

[He's torn between laughter and starting growling again - but probably both, it feels like both - when a cat rains down with a suitable "whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fuuuuuuuck?" (It makes him sad that Kirk can't hear more than a long long meowing, it really does - it's the first one he's heard put it so perfectly) before bouncing off the pavement. But he settles for neither, if he lets himself laugh it's possibly going to slide off again, restraining himself with a small whine at the back of his throat with a swallow.] Let's go.

[mouth_breather]

(OOC: Let's end there, but just for the record, I laughed my ass off. XD)

[descendsfromshadow]

[Well... this was definitely weird.

Blake's standing under some shelter with a bag containing some things for dinner that night in her hand and just... blinking at the animals dropping from the sky.

And then a racket catches her attention and she turns her head to see a pack of dogs, being led by... a guy. Shouting death threats at a small, frightened cat.]

Hey!

[And she's off at high speeds, dashing out and scooping the cat up and out of harm's way, leaving a couple of fading images in her wake.

Now she's at another safe place, holding the slightly dazed looking cat in her arms and glaring daggers Dean's way.]

What is wrong with you?

[baconandsnausages]

[It doesn't take him long to catch up to what the hell he is doing after the oh-so-tantalising stimulus is removed from right there.

The dogs... not so much with the quitting. He's surrounded by excitable dogs yeling things like 'why have we stopped?', 'Get it, we can still get it', what seems to him like thousands 'You's and 'Cat's .... which to her is just going to be raucous barking and growls. He pinches at the bridge of his nose before turning to them. They're not helping him at all right now.] Can you lot shut the hell up?

[A few residual barks, but it works. He turns back.] Sorry. Got.... caught up. [Not a lie.]

[descendsfromshadow]

[Nope, not good enough for her. She's just going to keep scowling at Dean and petting the cat in her arms. It's not like she has any clue about any magical dog-related problems he might have.]

So you and your pets always run around terrorizing defenseless animals?

[She is so unimpressed right now. What a bully.]

[baconandsnausages]

It's a cat.

[It's said in exactly the type of tone you might expect from a dog if you asked why it was chasing it. This batch of weather kind of kicked the spell into a high gear because there's now so many temptations and opportunities to lose his damned mind when he had been fairly good at minding himself and his behaviours.

And it earns an offended meow from the cat, too. It understands him perfectly, thank you, and it doesn't appreciate him talking about it like an illness.... or a toy.] What, it's true!

[And the dogs start barking agreements until he turns to raise an eyebrow, and they mostly quiet down.] Sorry, sorry. And just so we're clear, they're not my pets. And if you can get them to go away, that would be awesome.

[descendsfromshadow]

[Well, that just makes her hold the cat all that more protectively. Poor little thing. It isn't like she doesn't expect that from the dogs he's with but this guy should know better!]

They're your problem, you're the one leading them around.

Is okay! It happens to me a lot, too XD

[baconandsnausages]

[He throws his hands up.] For God's sake, they're not my problem. I'm not leading them, they're just following and it's either the spell or that they're just trying to complain me to death. Or both. [He's too busy ranting to even realise he's mentioned the spell.] We just ended up going the same damned way after the frigging cat came along because of the damned side effects that I had been actually doing okay at managing until this happened. So bite me.