Hello! So, I ended up writing a few one shots, even though I was trying to work on my other stories… This happened to be one of them. It's not serious, just a little something I thought up.

Dean worried about his brother. He was watching him closely, especially recently. He knew Sam was still seeing Lucifer, even if Sam wouldn't admit to the hallucinations. Dean began noticing little signs, like a twitch or a sudden movement of Sam's eyes. Then, he noticed something else. Sam's clothes always ended up in the corner closest to his bed, and Sam held the door open a second longer than necessary when entering or exiting their room. Dean didn't say anything of course, not even when Sam stretched his legs to step over some invisible object, or seemed to go around the unseen thing entirely. Dean ignored these little things, mostly. Then, one morning after they finished a hunt, Dean's worry increased. Sam had gone out for a short run around their motel before packing the impala. Dean woke up earlier than usual and looked outside. He saw his brother seemingly chasing something near the woods next to the motel. Sam bent down, and picked up a stick. Dean went to the door of their motel and opened it. Sam threw the stick into the empty parking lot. Dean frowned as he watched. He was just about to call to Sam, when he saw the stick floating. It bounced in the air until it got back to Sam, who threw it again. Dean stood speechless. Finally, Sam noticed Dean, and cursed. He walked over, the floating stick following.

"Sammy, what the hell's going on?" Dean asked.

"Uh, Dean, listen, I know you don't approve of keeping pets–"

"Pets?"

"She's house-trained though, and–"

"Sammy, what are you talking about?" Dean asked, not understanding how pets connected with a floating stick.

"I, uh, haveahellhound." Sam said. When Dean gave him a 'repeat-that-slower' look, Sam took a deep breath. "Dean, I own a hell hound." Sam gestured to the space next to him. The stick dropped to the ground and rolled a bit. Suddenly Sam's little habits made sense. His clothes made a dog bed in the corner, which would explain why there was always a circle where they seemed to be pressed down. Sam held the door open longer; just long enough for the hound to slip through.

"Wait, you can see it?" Dean said. It was the only way for Sam to avoid stepping on it in their room.

"Dean, I spent some time in the Cage. I can see a bit more than I used too." Sam said somewhat uncomfortably. Dean just looked at him. Suddenly, Dean was knocked backwards. He fell, just barely catching himself on his elbows before an invisible weight pinned him there. He froze, and squeaked, although he would later deny making the un-manly sound.

"Bones!" Sam scolded, although he was smiling. The weight shifted, then was gone. Dean sat up and looked down for a moment before focusing on Sam again.

"It had better not drool on my baby." Dean said, referring to the vintage furnishings of the Impala. Sam just smiled and began packing his belongings.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, and tell me how I can improve my writing style! I may add other one-shots featuring Sam with a pet, but I don't know yet.

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