Dean buys Sam a leash after too many close encounters and empty beds.
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Sam Winchester looked at his brother, disbelief and disgust covering his face.
But mostly disgust.
"You're kidding."
His older brother looked up at him, "Did it sound like I was kidding when I told you I was going to buy you a leash? You get lost way too easily."
"Dean, you cannot honestly expect me to wear that. Not even if you paid me money."
"Ahhh come on, Sammy!" Dean held up the monkey-shaped child harness, a grin threatening to split his head in half.
If Sam didn't beat it to the punch.
"Huh, says here that…" Dean took a closer look at the plastic packaging. "Fully adjustable and intended for ages 3 and up. Well, that's a relief, what with your growing figure and all. We'll have to wait a year but that's okay."
Sam could hear his brother's teeth flash in the light.
"No, Dean. No. I won't say it again. Just drop it and lets get out of here." Sam got into the Impala, slamming the door behind him.
The car rocked as Dean climbed in behind the wheel, tossing the harness into the back of the car, and popped the key in the ignition.
"Could be a valuable prop for the future Sam! Think of the possibilities!"
Sam gave the other Winchester a look before rolling his eyes. "The only possibly would be me looking absolutely stupid."
Dean's ever present grin showed it's face again. "Well, we already got that covered. Besides, I wouldn't be able to lose you on hunts!"
"Yeah, because you're just going to hold the stupid leash and walk me like a dog."
"Yep!"
Sam sighed. "I cannot believe that I got stuck with you at birth."
"It's like you won the genetic lottery little brother!"
Sam's head hit the dash with a groan. "I hate you."
As the Impala roared down the road, faint laughter could be heard admits the echos of hard rock