'You want... a dog?' Dean breathed out, hand half stretched out to grab his beer from the table. Cas nodded eagerly, a grinning Sam right behind him. 'Yes,' Cas said, smiling brightly, oh, how could Dean resist that smile? 'Either that or a Guinea pig, or maybe a cat, or perhaps a bird, maybe even a horse.' Cas finished and Dean new he was screwed. 'What do you think Dean, can we get one of them?' Sam chimed in, yep, so screwed. The hunter squeezed his pretty eyes shut, counted to ten before- 'Alright, which one do you want the most?' Cas all but jumped for joy and Sam did a triumphant fist bump in the air. 'Dog!' they both cried, and Dean reached for the Impala's, his baby's, keys. 'Let's go then, we'll try the dog pound first.' 'Thanks Dean,' Sam said, 'how can we repay you?' Dean shrugged, 'I'll think of something.' But for now, your happy smiles will do.