Fic: Can I Keep Him?-PG
Title: Can I Keep Him?
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or it's characters.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary:
Warning: not much of anything.
Wordcount: 665.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I think my dog Baxter was inspiration.
“Ow! I think the bitch bit me!” Dean rubbed at the back of his hand and scowled at the small brown bundle of fur lying on his bed.
The puppy seemed to grin up at him before he rolled over onto his back, tiny paws stretched up in the air. His head lulled to the side and he panted expectantly at Sam while his soulful brown eyes pleaded. Sam smiled and reached over to rub at the white belly.
“He did not,” he said as he continued his ministrations, watching as the puppy wriggled around, obviously ticklish. “And if he did, maybe it’s because you keep calling him a bitch.”
“It’s better than that name you gave him.” Dean sat at the other end of the bed and regarded them both with unmasked disgust. “You two make me sick.”
Picking the puppy and cradling him so that their faces were side by side. “You think we’re cute.” He laughed when the puppy looked him in the eye and then promptly licked Sam’s nose. “And besides, Baxter is a great name for him. It really suits him.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You two want to get a room?”
When Sam set him down, Baxter quickly trotted over to Dean, tail wagging. He sat down and stared up at him, ears perked.
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try that puppy dog eye crap on me; I get that enough from Sam.” He wrinkled his nose. “Don’t crap on my bed or I’m selling you and Sam for ammo.”
Sam slid over and picked up the puppy. “Don’t threaten my baby.” Talking baby talk, he said, “Doesn’t it make you sad when Daddy threatens you?”
“Okay, wait a damn minute! I am not that thing’s Dad!”
“Course ya are.”
“No…I’m not.”
“Dean.” Sam glared at him and Baxter’s eyes found his. Dean was a bit startled when the puppy seemed to be glaring too.
“Okay, so if I’m its Dad, you’re its mom?”
Sam scoffed and scratched Baxter’s eyes. “Dean, don’t be ridiculous, of course not. We’re both his Dads.”
“Sam, you are ten buckets of crazy. You know what, I always told Dad he should have left you with that crackhead that wanted you twenty some years ago.”
Sam ignored him. Seeing Baxter yawn and curl up to catch a nap, he scooped him up and headed for the motel door. “Come on Baxter, you need to tinkle outside first.”
Dean stared at the closed door for a moment before reaching for his cell.
“This is John.”
“Dad! I think Sam’s lost his mind.”
John was silent for a moment. “Um, why’s that?”
“He got a dog, Dad.”
“So what, Dean? You two were always begging for pets when you were young.”
“Daaaad,” he whined. “Don’t make me stay with him; he talks to it like it’s a baby. Dad, he’s freaking me out.”
John laughed long. “Leave your brother alone, Dean. I have to go. You two be safe.”
“No, Dad wait!” But he could hear that the call had been disconnected and Sam and Baxter were just coming back in.
“Who was a good boy and tinkled outside?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Well, you have been practicing, huh Sam?”
Sam stuck his tongue out at him before depositing Baxter at the foot of their bed. The sleepy puppy circled a few times before plopping down and falling asleep almost immediately. Dean leaned back against the headboard and frowned at the brown ball. Sam crawled up close to him and laid his head on Dean’s shoulder.
“Admit it, he’s cute.”
“Psht, he’s alright,” Dean said nonchalantly.
Sam looked up at him, grinning. “Admit it, I’m cuter.”
Dean squinted and looked at Sam and then the puppy and then back again. “Actually, I don’t see much of a difference.”
“Hey!” Sam protested and smacked Dean’s chest.
Dean chuckled to himself before tilting Sam’s chin up. “You know there’s no competition, baby.” He pressed their lips together.
Done.Feedback makes me melt!
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or it's characters.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Summary:
Warning: not much of anything.
Wordcount: 665.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I think my dog Baxter was inspiration.
“Ow! I think the bitch bit me!” Dean rubbed at the back of his hand and scowled at the small brown bundle of fur lying on his bed.
The puppy seemed to grin up at him before he rolled over onto his back, tiny paws stretched up in the air. His head lulled to the side and he panted expectantly at Sam while his soulful brown eyes pleaded. Sam smiled and reached over to rub at the white belly.
“He did not,” he said as he continued his ministrations, watching as the puppy wriggled around, obviously ticklish. “And if he did, maybe it’s because you keep calling him a bitch.”
“It’s better than that name you gave him.” Dean sat at the other end of the bed and regarded them both with unmasked disgust. “You two make me sick.”
Picking the puppy and cradling him so that their faces were side by side. “You think we’re cute.” He laughed when the puppy looked him in the eye and then promptly licked Sam’s nose. “And besides, Baxter is a great name for him. It really suits him.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You two want to get a room?”
When Sam set him down, Baxter quickly trotted over to Dean, tail wagging. He sat down and stared up at him, ears perked.
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try that puppy dog eye crap on me; I get that enough from Sam.” He wrinkled his nose. “Don’t crap on my bed or I’m selling you and Sam for ammo.”
Sam slid over and picked up the puppy. “Don’t threaten my baby.” Talking baby talk, he said, “Doesn’t it make you sad when Daddy threatens you?”
“Okay, wait a damn minute! I am not that thing’s Dad!”
“Course ya are.”
“No…I’m not.”
“Dean.” Sam glared at him and Baxter’s eyes found his. Dean was a bit startled when the puppy seemed to be glaring too.
“Okay, so if I’m its Dad, you’re its mom?”
Sam scoffed and scratched Baxter’s eyes. “Dean, don’t be ridiculous, of course not. We’re both his Dads.”
“Sam, you are ten buckets of crazy. You know what, I always told Dad he should have left you with that crackhead that wanted you twenty some years ago.”
Sam ignored him. Seeing Baxter yawn and curl up to catch a nap, he scooped him up and headed for the motel door. “Come on Baxter, you need to tinkle outside first.”
Dean stared at the closed door for a moment before reaching for his cell.
“This is John.”
“Dad! I think Sam’s lost his mind.”
John was silent for a moment. “Um, why’s that?”
“He got a dog, Dad.”
“So what, Dean? You two were always begging for pets when you were young.”
“Daaaad,” he whined. “Don’t make me stay with him; he talks to it like it’s a baby. Dad, he’s freaking me out.”
John laughed long. “Leave your brother alone, Dean. I have to go. You two be safe.”
“No, Dad wait!” But he could hear that the call had been disconnected and Sam and Baxter were just coming back in.
“Who was a good boy and tinkled outside?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Well, you have been practicing, huh Sam?”
Sam stuck his tongue out at him before depositing Baxter at the foot of their bed. The sleepy puppy circled a few times before plopping down and falling asleep almost immediately. Dean leaned back against the headboard and frowned at the brown ball. Sam crawled up close to him and laid his head on Dean’s shoulder.
“Admit it, he’s cute.”
“Psht, he’s alright,” Dean said nonchalantly.
Sam looked up at him, grinning. “Admit it, I’m cuter.”
Dean squinted and looked at Sam and then the puppy and then back again. “Actually, I don’t see much of a difference.”
“Hey!” Sam protested and smacked Dean’s chest.
Dean chuckled to himself before tilting Sam’s chin up. “You know there’s no competition, baby.” He pressed their lips together.
Done.Feedback makes me melt!