Disclaimer: Don't own them
"Damn freakin' dog," Sam panted.
"Just shut up and run. He's getting too far ahead," Dean puffed. "Larry's scaring the crap outta that wendigo. Get him, Larry!"
"Why did you get a dog? When did you get a dog? Why did you name him Larry? What the hell is going on? I'm calling Bobby after we waste this freak."
Dean slugged Sam in the shoulder, "Leave my dog alone. You're just jealous I didn't name him Sam. I killed the wendigo while you were rambling. Larry helped so he gets to sit in the front seat."
Sam glared at the dog, then gasped. "Your dog just flipped me off!"
"Good boy."