Muffin, part 3
Eager to get back to Muffin, Sammy gobbled down his supper as fast as he could. He stuffed bite after bite in his mouth without care.
Dean watched his brother in amazement. He’d never seen Sam eat like that before. Even when his brother was small, he was a very neat eater. He was always talking about table manners and Dean’s lack of them. Something was definitely going on with Sam. He was acting way out of character. The Sammy he knew loved to talk and always used his best manners. Hoping to get some answers, Dean hollered, “Whoa, dude! Where’s the fire?”
Embarrassed, Sammy swallowed the food in his mouth. “Sorry, Dean” he replied, “My army men are in the middle of a huge battle. I’ve got to get back before the wars over.”
Now that sounded like his little brother. “Slow down a little squirt. They’ll still be going at it when you get there.” Dean told him.
“Okay” Sam said grinning at his big brother as he shoved the last bite of sandwich in his mouth. Picking up his spoon, he dove into his soup. Minutes later Sam placed his empty plate and bowl in the sink and ran down the hall to his room.
Laughing at his little brother’s antics, Dean finished off his own meal and headed over to the sink to wash the dishes. He was glad Sam was occupied. He was planning on going over what Ranger Gates had shown him, and he didn’t want Sam in the way. Dean started in on the dishes thinking about how proud dad was going to be tomorrow when he showed him everything he’d learned. Maybe dad would even take him hunting next time.
Sam raced over and opened the drawer hiding his furry friend. Muffin jumped out as soon as the drawer opened and shook herself off. She sniffed the air and then stared right at Sammy. Sitting down on the floor Sam grinned holding out the bits of sandwich he’d managed to stick in his pocket. The bits were gone in seconds, and Muffin stood licking her lips.
“Sorry Muffin I don’t have any more.” Sammy told her. “I bet you’re thirsty after all that peanut butter. How about some water?” Sam searched the room for something small he could use for a water dish. The bucket of army men gave Sam an idea. He popped the lid off the top, took it in the bathroom, and carefully poured some water into it. Once he was satisfied with the water level, he carefully carried it back into the room and placed it in front of Muffin. “If Dean asks about it, I’ll tell him it’s a lake on the battlefield” Sam concluded as he watched the pup lap up the water.
Muffin finished off the water and ran to get the sock. Trotting back to Sam, she stared up at him dropping the sock in his lap. “Ready to play, huh” he said. Snatching up the sock, the tug a war battle began again.
Hours later Sammy lay in bed with Muffin safe under the covers thinking about how well his plan was going. He’d been able to hide Muffin from Dean all evening. Dean hadn’t even noticed the lump under the covers by Sammy’s feet. He fell asleep thinking about all the things they would do tomorrow.
Sam dreamed about water. It was everywhere! He looked all around for Dean or daddy but all he could see was the water. Suddenly he saw a fin appear on the water beside him. A shark! Scared Sam tried to swim away but he couldn’t move! The shark nudged his leg before biting him!
Sam shot up in bed wide awake. Fearful eyes looked around taking in the bedroom. It had all been a dream! His breathing slowed down only to speed back up when something wet nudged his leg again. Panicking Sammy scrambled up to the headboard of the bed eyes locked on the lump moving towards him. Sam had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop from screaming when a head appeared from under the covers. It was only Muffin! Relaxing, Sam reached over and gave the puppy a pat.
“You scared me, Muffin” he told her. He was sliding back under the covers when his feet hit a wet spot. “Oh Muffin, you didn’t?” Sam thought yanking the covers back. There in the middle of the bed was a wet spot. “Muffin, you’re not supposed to go on the bed” Sammy scolded. He was glad Dean always slept on the couch while dad was gone. Sam would have been in so much trouble if Dean had heard him and found Muffin in the bed. Chewing on his fingernails, Sam tried to work out a solution to his latest dilemma. He could tell Dean about Muffin and explain why they should keep her. “No, that’ll never work.” He concluded. Racking his brain, he finally came upon the answer. He didn’t like it. In fact he hated his plan but it was the only one that made sense. Securing Muffin in the drawer again, he went to get things ready.
Minutes later, everything was set. Taking a deep breath, Sam headed toward the living room. Hoping his brother wouldn’t give him too hard a time about this, Sam turned on his saddest puppy dog look and shook his big brother.
“What is it, runt? It’s too early to be up.” Dean mumbled as he tried to go back to sleep. Hearing a whispered, “Dean”, he looked up to see his little brother crying. “Hey, what’s a matter, Sammy?” he asked while wrapping his arms around Sam.
“I, I, I had a bad, a bad dream” Sam stammered out between tears. “And I, I ummm.”
“You what” Dean questioned?
Sammy’s face turned red as he whispered, “I had an accident.”
“Oh” Dean said noticing the wet spot on Sam’s pajamas. “Its okay kiddo, we can fix that easy.” Dean took his little brother by the hand and led him back into their bedroom. Grabbing some clothes from the top drawer, he sent Sam to take a shower. Dean stripped the bed putting the sheets in the hamper. He walked back into the room and sat on his bed to wait. Sam hadn’t wet the bed in years. He hoped his brother wasn’t getting sick.
By the time Sammy stepped out of the bathroom Dean had gone into mother hen mode. Forcing his sibling to lay down, Dean insisted on taking Sam’s temperature to make sure his brother was alright. Seeing the normal reading on the thermometer calmed Dean down some. He sat beside Sam stroking his hair until he fell asleep. Tiptoeing out of the room, Dean decided to keep a closer eye on his brother.
Sam sat up and stretched. Looking around he was surprised to find himself in Dean’s bed. “What was he doing here?” Memories of Muffin and the wet bed came back to him. He jumped out of bed as he remembered where he’d put Muffin. Yanking open the drawer, he was relieved to see her curled up fast asleep. “That was close” he thought as he watched her sleep. He’d have to be more careful. Sammy was just starting to get dressed when he heard the rumble of the impala. “Crap! Daddy’s home. What am I gonna do now?”
Chapter 4