The next day Jason woke Dean at 4 in the morning and they had been at the animal shelter since 10.

That had been 3 hours ago.

"How about this one?" Linda, the woman who had been showing them around, asked pointing to a small, brown dachshund.

"I don't know." Jason sighed, "I just can't decide."

"It is an awfully difficult decision." Linda agreed, "Shame you can't take all of them, right?" She laughed slightly. Jason turned to Dean with a slightly hopeful glint in his eyes.

"No." Was Dean's answered to Jason's unasked question, "We are not getting all of them."

The was a hint of amusement mixed in with the irritation and fatigue and Jason pouted slightly.

They continued on down the lengthy corridor, past a particularly ugly hairless cat that hissed at them. Jason and Dean both stopped to look at it, glancing from each other to the cat as they did.

Another hour passed and Jason still couldn't decide. They had walked around the shelter at least a dozen times now.

"This one!" Jason shouted from around a corner. He had wondered ahead of them after Linda had started to flirt with Dean. Well, at Dean. He was pretending he was married; his 'wife' had black hair, blue eyes and was named Casey.

They rounded the corner to find Jason sat on the floor, petting a large German shepherd.

The dog sat up when he saw Dean and tilted its head to the side. Dean looked back at the dog.

"His name's The Colonel." Linda announced, pulling a huge key chain out of her pocket. She unlocked the cage. "How about me and your dad go sort out the paperwork and you can play with your new pet in the waiting room, huh?"

Jason nodded and they walked down to the reception desk. The Colonel stayed by Jason's side the entire time.

Dean was filling out a clipboard whilst Jason played with The Colonel. A loud thud broke the relative silence.

Dean glanced up from the paper. Jason had fallen out of his seat and was halfway out of the chair, laughing hysterically. The Colonel was stood over him with his nose pressed to Jason's forehead. Dean really couldn't resist taking a photo.

The Colonel and Jason both looked up after Dean had taken the photo. Jason had practically mastered Sam's bitchface and had no problems with using it against Dean. The only other person he ever used it against was Bobby, who had smacked the back of his head with a rolled up newspaper. The Colonel was looking extremely irritated and was snarling slightly. Dean took another photo.