Author's Note: I don't own anything to do with Supernatural only Michelle belongs to me. As always if you have anything you want to see please let me know!
I know it's not very long but hopefully you'll enjoy!
How much is that puppy in the window?
Michelle-10
Dean-8
Sam-6
"So, what did you do in school today?" I asked Sam who was holding my hand as we walked back to the motel with Dean on the other side of him.
We were stuck in another small town where everyone knew everyone and we were quickly marked 'the new kids' but we were used to it by now; we were always the new kids.
"We learned about animals," Sam answered excitedly, "All different kinds too, like what animals are in the jungle and what ones are on a farm and what ones people keep as pets."
"Oh, so you learned you're our pet," Dean teased and I reached over Sam's head to hit him in the shoulder, "Oh, relax it was just a joke."
"Shelly, can we get a puppy?" Sam asked innocently looking up at me with eyes that was hard to say no to.
"A puppy is a lot of work buddy," I tried to explain not wanting to tell him that the backseat of a car was no place for a dog.
"But I know I can take care of it," he begged as I unlocked the door to the motel room and let them walk in first before turning and relocking it once we were inside.
"Dad isn't going to let you have a pet," Dean spoke up in a serious tone but I knew he was just trying to help.
"So?" Sam questioned before looking back at me, "we can keep him hidden somewhere. Please, Shelly, I won't ask for anything ever again, I promise."
"Dean's right, Sammy, dad isn't going to let you keep a puppy dog, it's just too much work but maybe someday when you're older you can get one," I tried but he wasn't having it, boy could this kid pull at your heart strings.
"I never get to have anything like the normal kids!" he screamed before throwing himself down on the bed and crying into the pillow.
He laid there for about fifteen minutes sobbing into the pillow before he cried himself to sleep. I told Dean I was going to go grab dinner and while I was out I picked up a stuffed golden lab that had a green bow around its neck.
When I got back in the room I tucked the dog next to Sam on the bed and watched as Dean tried to hide the smile on his face as he flipped through the television channels.
Little did I know that eighteen years later, Sam still had that stuffed dog shoved at the bottom on his duffle. Green bow still around its neck though very worn and only being held on by a few stands, he was missing an eye and the fur was very dirty and faded but he carried it with him everywhere as a hope that one day he would have the normal life he so desperately craved.