And Just Like That, Dean Can Talk to Dogs | Supernatural

So, call Kevin. Spell tasted like ass and was a bust. At least it didn't affect your appetite. Jeez. Yeah. Change the station. What? Yeah, shut up. It's working. It... Well, go. Say that again. You call this classic rock? Next thing you know, they'll be playing sticks. And Dennis DeYoung? A punk. Dennis DeYoung's not a punk. He's Mr. Roboto, bitch. Why are you arguing with a dog about sticks? Uh, yeah. Um, hey, boy. What were you trying to tell us about the cowboy hat? The douche wheel who killed my best friend was wearing a cowboy hat. And the pothead too? Yep. Same guy killed both. Ask about the cats. Yeah, uh... And what about the cats? I don't know. I don't want this. I couldn't see much. I didn't exactly have the best view in the orphanage. But I could smell him. Guy reeked of red meat, dishwashing detergent, and tiger balm. Huh. So what's he saying? Uh, that the guy, he smelled like ground chuck and soap suds and old lady cream. Dean, what are you doing? I don't know. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. What are you laughing at? Oh. Bark, bark, bark. Uh, Dean? Hmm? I think the spell worked. In fact, I think it worked a little too well. What? I think you might be a dog. What? You're scratching your head. You're barking at the mailman. You're playing fetch. I... Mm. Ruh-roh. Where are we headed? Back to the shelter. To sniff out more clues, maybe dig up something we missed. All right, one more doggy pun out of you, and I'm gonna have your nuts clipped. I hate to break it to you, horse. My sack's emptier than Santa's after Christmas. Oh, are you kidding me? Hey, dick move, pigeon. Screw you, asshat. What? Wait a minute. Can I hear all animals? Yep. Animals have a universal language, like Esperanto. But this one actually caught on. And I'm just getting started, too. Brewing a real big one. Bet your ride's gonna look sweet and white. What's he saying? He's being a douchebag. Who you calling douchebag, douchebag? Oh, shut it, you winged rat. Dude, what? Just calm down. Just get in the car. That's right, Sally. Go cry to Mama. Oh, that's it, you son of a bitch. It's probably best to just leave the colonel in the car. Excuse me? Well, all the windows are open. You think we like that? We? You think because the windows are open that that's some sort of a treat, huh? All the dogs coming in. Respect. Yeah, baby. You said it. Dean. So what else can you tell me about the man in the cowboy hat? Honestly, I couldn't see much. Damn cataracts. And you know no one's going to pay for my surgery. Just another casualty of the system, I guess. I don't belong here, you know. I'm pedigreed. Well, I'm sure you'll be out of here soon. Please. I'm 14. Good luck, ma'am.