He Sent That as a Gift? - SPN Sam & Dean
Title: He sent that as a gift?
Author: youaredriving aka scarletsptember
Fandom, characters: Supernatural, Sam & Dean
Rating: PG-13? Why do I rate this shit anyways?
Summary: Lucifer sends Sammy a gift....
“Dude, the food.” Dean looked up, pen stuck between his lips.
“Don’t move,” Sam’s hand went to the gun at the small of his back.
Dean looked around the room looking for whatever had Sam so spooked. Dean snatched up his gun that had been resting idly on the table beside Sam’s laptop. “What’s going on, Sam?”
“You didn’t notice anything funny when I left?” Sam wiped a hand over his eyes, trying to figure out why all of a sudden he could actually see two hellhounds laying at dean’s feet. They were bulky, black and panting. As soon as they realized Sam was in the room they got up and ambled over to Sam. Sam backed up against the wall and lifted his hands when they nosed at them and he flinched when he saw the red eyes.
“What the hell, Sam?” Dean got up and Sam put out a hand to stop Dean’s progress across the room. Dean stopped with wide eyes and spotted a burnt piece of paper. “Uh, hold on.”
Dean scooped up the paper and was reading out loud, “Samuel, they will protect you while I can not. Treat them well and they will remain by your side for eternity. If you wish it, your brother will see them too. Lucifer.”
“What?” Sam shrieked.
“He gave you a gift?” Dean smirked. “Guess he really does want to wear you to the prom, Sammy.”
“Oh, no. You need to see this, Dean.” Sam tried thinking it and within seconds Dean’s jaw dropped.
“Uh,” Dean scratched at the back of his neck. “What do you think he’d do if we send them back?”
Dean scrambled back onto a bed at the bark and growl from one of the dogs and Sam jumped to Dean’s rescue as he wrapped his arms around the dog. “Okay, I’m sorry we’ll keep you! Both of you! You’re awesome! Just bad experiences! For all I know you were the dogs who brought me to hell.” Dean looked back and forth between Sam and the hounds ignoring the mirthful grin from Sam.
“Right, what do we name them?”
“Tweddle Dee and Tweddle Dumb?” Dean grumble as he scooted off the bed and snatched the food off the floor and headed towards the table. “This is the most ridiculous gift the man has come up with. No offense to you two. First he comes up with books, that have no importance to what we’re doing. Then flowers, food, wine, and now hellhounds? What if we train em’ to eat demons or something?”
“Right,” Sam snorted in amusement. “Because that’s possible.”
“With Tweddle Dee and Tweddle Dumb, anything is possible.” Dean grinned.