Fourth floor common room, Monday evening

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Still in the wolf form that Umbridge had turned him into, Dean was stretched out on the couch, chin resting on the armrest, tv remote in his mouth. With careful experimenting, he'd figured out how to turn on the tv and change the channel by biting down gently on the buttons.

He was currently watching an old werewolf movie; it had seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

[ooc: Yep, Dean's a wolf. Open like an open thing.]

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[likethegun]

"Well, at least we know your personality's intact," Sam muttered.

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Dean gave a sharp emphatic nod to that. Just because he was a wolf didn't mean he wasn't him.

[likethegun]

"Are you still feeling okay?" Sam asked.

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Dean nodded and set the remote carefully down on the couch so he could lick Sammy's face reassuringly.

[likethegun]

Sam smiled and gave Dean a light scratch behind the ears. "Good. You've got to find a way to tell me if you start feeling bad, okay?"

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Dean woofed and licked Sammy's face again, then settled back down, half on the couch and half in Sammy's lap.

[likethegun]

Sam let Dean get as comfortable as he could, and grabbed for the remote again. "Do you want to keep watching this?"

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Dean gave a wolfish shrug. He didn't really care one way or the other.

[likethegun]

"All right, I'll leave it on, and if you want to watch something else, you can just let me know," Sam suggested.