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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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[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.