“Take the dog, I’ll explain later,” Dean had said as he practically shoved a struggling Corgi into Sam’s chest, forcing Sam to grab ahold of the poor animal to keep it from falling to the ground as Dean raced away from him.
“What the– Cadbury?!” Sam almost squawked as he managed to get enough of a grip on the dog to pull it back and get a good enough look at it to realize that he recognized the dog’s unique chocolate and caramel markings on his fur, markings Sam was all too used to seeing accompanied by the handsome golden-eyed man who lived next door, and whom Sam would have given his right arm to make his shy ass have a chance at worshipping with his body like the man was a pagan deity.
“Either I’m about to be sacrificed to your master,” he told the confused corgi who was cautiously wagging his tail for the human who said his name, “or I’m going to have to kill my brother.”
Yes! I love this Au!!
OP where’s the rest?!
It was only supposed to be three sentences long! ^_^U (Of course, an expansion might on the list to write after my current crop of deadlines and group projects finish up…)
Can we talk about how in zombie shows/movies/books they always find a veterinarian and not a surgeon? Are veterinarians deemed more likely to survive the apocalypse?
Yup.
One of our professional skills is ‘not being bitten by patients’
We actually have a good broad knowledge base for both surgical, medical, and GP things
We’re used to improvising equipment because a lot of stuff is just not made for animals
Meat safety is part of our training
Our cars are often full of equipment, especially in mixed practice
We probably weren’t in the human hospital at the initial outbreak
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 