Disclaimer: Winchesters, no-ot mine.
A/N#1: Whooo! I made it on time. 100 words on the dot. Thanks for letting me play the Drabble Game!
A/N#2: Here's a little drabble with a nice doggy in it, for Helen Bache and her dog, Simba. I also couldn't resist writing an expanded version of this little scenario... so check it out it you like.
"Every Dog Needs a Winchester"
Dean almost caved, as two sets of equally effective "puppy-dog" eyes stared up at him pleadingly. Sighing, he knelt beside the pitiful pair. "Come on Sammy, you know we can't keep her. He patted his little brother's arm consolingly... then the scruffy mutt's narrow head. She angled her muzzle, licked at his hand. He scratched one of her ears in reward.
Sam pouted."Deeeeeeean. She's hungry, she doesn't have a big brother to take care of her, like me. Please?"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck … wished just once, he didn't have to be the bad guy.
~The End. (Unless you want to read more, then you should go to my site and read the expanded version. lol) Thank you for reading and reviewing.