Tochi: I know, I know, I've taken forever, but gimme a break, I've never finished a multi chaptered story in my life!

Flap Jack: She's pathetic… and has the attention span of a small rodent.

Disclaimer: Linc: We only own a box and this keyboard… the rest of the computer belongs to Dad ..;

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Richmond, Michigan, nice town. Had a but café and an arcade… it also had a werewolf.

Dean was sitting in the rented apartment feet kicked up on the coffee table and watching some soap opera. It was Saturday, which meant no school, and nothing to do for a while. They'd gotten there at the end of the lunar cycle, and they had to wait for the next one before they could find it and kill it.

Sammy was bouncing around the small apartment moaning with boredom, Dean just trying to ignore the 10 year old.

'He's just on a sugar high' Dean had told himself several hours before, but Sammy was still bouncing around.

"I wanna go to the arcade!" He whined, scrambling up on the couch next to Dean, "Can we go to the arcade? Pleeeeeease?"

"No, Sammy, Dad told us to stay here." Dean replied, not looking away from the TV screen.

"But I wanna go!" He whined, attaching himself to Dean's arm.

"No Sam, now stop whining!" Dean snapped, yanking his arm away.

Sam sniffed a bit as Dean yelled at him and sat back on the couch, the very familiar 'I'm about to cry' look soaking into his features.

"Sam." Dean groaned looking over at him, "Cut that out… Sam… really… stop." Dean groaned, unable to look away from his brother. Dean hated this. Sam knew how to work his brother, just put on the 'I'm gonna cry' look and Dean would melt.

"Ok, ok, we'll go, just cut that out." Dean groaned, pushing himself to his feet.

Sammy's face instantly brightened and he stood up as well, "Yay!" He said happily, rushing off to the share room to get his shoes.

"Brat." Dean sighed, standing up and pulling his shoes on, grabbing his jacket , keys and wallet as he waited for his brother.

Sam soon bounded out, jacket an shoes on as he grabbed his brother's hand, opening the door and giving Dean barely enough time to close and lock the door before dragging him down the street and into the arcade.

Several of Dean's dollars later, Sam had already grown bored with the arcade and demanded a smoothie. After a cheery smoothie, Sam had grabbed the unfortunate Dean's hand and drug him outside, humming to himself. Dean sighed as Sam drug him farther away from their apartment and instead toward the pet store.

Once inside the pet store, Sam scurried off and Dean stood in the corner, rubbing his temples. Ok, so maybe he was just being a hyper little kid. Or maybe he was just trying to annoy Dean. Or maybe Dean was having a terrible nightmare and it would all end soon.

Nope, defiantly the first option. Sam soon bounded up with a puppy in his arms and the puppy look on his face. "Deeeeeeeaaaaaaaan." Sam whined, holding the little wiggling pup up for Dean to see.

"Can I keep him?" Sam pleaded giving Dean his puppy face look.

"No, Sam, you already spent all my money." Dean grumbled, looking down at the squirming fuzzball. Sure it was cute, but Dean was broke and Dad would kill them both if they brought a dog home.

Sam sniffled a bit and hugged the puppy before shoving it up in Dean's face, the pup licking his nose and Dean frowning.

Then Dean sniffed too. Dean stepped back a bit and sneezed, groaning a bit and wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

Sam blinked a few times then moved closer to Dean, "Please?"

"No, think I'm a-a- ACHOO! Ugh, allergic to it."

Sam pouted and turned around, going to put the puppy back. Dean rubbing at his somewhat watery eyes.

Sam sulked all the way back to the apartment, and Dean sniffled.

Dean was once again sitting on the couch when their father came home, still sniffling a bit, and Sam was still sulking in his room.

"Where's Sam?" John asked, glancing around.

"Pouting in his room." Dean shrugged, watching the small TV."

"Why's he pouting this time?"

"'Cause I said he couldn't have a puppy.. think I'm allergic to dogs." Dean mumbled, sniffing again.

John forgot all about the 'I said you can't leave the apartment' speech he was working up, and instead switched to, "Think you're allergic to dogs?"

"Yeah, Sam put the mutt up in my face and I haven't been able to breathe though my nose since."

"Dean?" John asked slowly.

"Yeah, Dad?" Dean asked, turning around and looking at him.

"You know you can't go on the hunt now, right?"

"What- why?" Dean asked, instantly on his feet.

"Because we're hunting a werewolf, and you're allergic to dogs."

Dean groaned and flopped back down, crossing his arms to pout now, "It's all Sam's fault."

Yet another on the list of things that have kept Dean from hunting, his allergy.

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Tochi: Yes I made the allergy up, and yes I know it's shorter than holy hell, but at least I updated… AND I FINISHED WRITING MY OTHER STORY! -dies of shock-

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