A/N: Hey, I've decided to join into the Supernatural fic-writing fad and write this story. I won't continue without some feedback so please review!
This fic is dedicated to Christie, my internet sister. I hope you don't mind me writing this before we co-write. You rock!
Demon Hunters and Their Pets- Chapter 1
"Don't you think anybody ever finds it suspicious that you get forty different knives sharpened and polished?" Sam asked as his brother packed up the assortment of newly cleaned weapons.
Dean looked up from admiring his blades.
"What's suspicious about that?" he asked, staring quizzically at his brother.
Sam shook his head.
Once Dean had finally finished packing up the weaponry they started to head for the south exit.
Sam continued to walk through the center, staring at the different shops, until he noticed that his brother wasn't walking with him anymore. He sighed. Probably hitting on some girls… He retraced his steps a little and found his brother staring fondly at the puppies through the glass of "Sandy's Pet-tastic Emporium."
He walked over to his brother and gave him an irritated glare. Dean continued to admire the lovable puppies nuzzling their noses against the glass. Sam cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh, hey, Sam. Carry these for me, will ya." Dean said absentmindedly, thrusting the case of knives into Sam's arms and walked into the store.
Sam gawked at his brother. He wasn't thinking of actually getting one of those things… was he? Sam shuddered at the thought, but reluctantly followed his brother in.
A wave of animal poop odor hit Sam once he entered the shop. He plugged his nose and tried to find his brother.
Sam found his brother crouched in front of a chihuahua's glass cage. He was rubbing his finger against the glass, smiling at the small dog.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean looked up from his cooing.
"I'm just looking, there's no harm in that." He said, smiling shrewdly.
Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I know that look, Dean." Sam sighed.
"What look?" Dean asked, laughing a little. "My face is really this hot."
Sam sighed again while Dean went back to looking at dogs. He stopped suddenly at a terrier's window. He smiled at it tenderly.
"You're a cute one." He said dotingly. "I think I'll call you Scrappy." Dean looked up at Sam after saying this, the "look" on his face again.
"No, Dean." Sam said firmly.
"Please, Sam. I know you have all that extra money from your college fund!" Dean pleaded.
"No, Dean." Sam replied again sternly.
I don't see what you have against dogs!" Dean said, getting on the defensive. "You used to love Scar."
"I used to love Scar!" Sam repeated incredulously. "You loved Scar. I think you were to affectionate-high to see that the beast almost ate me alive!"
By now a few people had cast some wary glances to the two brothers.
"God, Sam, he was just a dog." Dean said, directing reassuring smiles to the strangers. "Anyways, that's beside the point. He was a big dog this one is very small, not to mention extremely cute. See, he's perfect or me." Dean finished, grinning.
Sam shook his head, sighing exasperatedly.
"Fine, I'll buy him myself." Dean said smugly. "I don't need any help from an adorable-puppy-hater."
"Dean, the money isn't the issue. The dog would be too much of a hassle. It would poop everywhere and bark at everything." Sam exclaimed.
"I know what puppies do, thank you very much. Besides, we could train it to hunt down the monsters and bad guys, heck, maybe he could replace you." Dean said, laughing.
"Dean, I mean it, no."
"Who's a good boy?" Dean said to the shaggy terrier now sitting on his lap. Sam was driving down the road going over the past events. Dean had gotten the dog so quickly he could barely remember getting in the car… "Scrappy's a good boy."
Dean continued to pet and fuss over the puppy the whole drive, and the puppy seemed to be enjoying every minute.
"I was reading a map while we were in the mall," Sam started. "We'll stop by the motel at Kingman and we should be in Goodyear by tomorrow." Dean wasn't paying attention though, he had picked up the puppy's arms and was 'beating up' Sam.
"Yeah, give him the right-one-two," Dean advised, nudging the puppy's paws into Sam. "Kick his butt, oh yeah, knock out!" Dean cheered, pushing the paw harder into Sam's coat.
"Dean, quit it," Sam said shortly.
The puppy growled.
"You see what you did, Sam? You ruined Scrappy's fun. I'd shape up if I were you, mister." Dean chided. "You won't have any friends at this rate, animal or human."
"Shut up, Dean," Sam said, turning into the motel.
"Ruff, ruff, ruff!" the puppy barked. He was originally on Dean's bed, but he found his way over to Sam's, and was now yapping madly into the sleeping, young man's ear. "Ruff!"
"Ugh," Sam groaned, rolling over. At this movement, the small dog walked onto the taller man's chest. "Ruff!" he said louder this time.
Sam slowly awoke then sat up. He picked up the dog walked over to Dean's bed. "Dean, I think your stupid dog wants to take a crap." Sam said grumpily, sticking the dogs face in front of Dean's.
"Five more minutes, Sam," Dean mumbled, rolling onto his other side.
Sam sighed and prodded Dean's back.
"Get up, you wanted this flea bag, you have to take care of him." Sam said, getting annoyed. He nudged Dean harder, but he knew all attempts would only be in vain.
"Stupid, irresponsible jerk…" Sam grumbled, glowering down at the sleeping form of his brother.
Scrappy barked again.
Sam sighed once again and went to the bag of new dog things. He unwrapped the new leash and clipped it to the puppy's collar. He grabbed the plastic bag for whatever poop the dog might leave behind and put on his shoes and coat.
The dog was getting excited at these actions and was now running crazily around the room, barking at everything.
"You are doing way too much yapping for two in the morning," Sam said, yawning. He finally caught the leash and pulled the dog over to the door. He unlocked the door and left the small room, casting one last glare towards his slumbering brother.
"Please," Sam said, getting tired of all the puppy's sniffing. "Take your crap so I can go back to sleep."
The dog looked up at Sam and blinked.
"Ruff," he said, continuing his sniffing.
Sam grumbled something about dog laxatives before complying with the dog's leash tugging.
Sam dozed off a little at a tree Scrappy was particularly interested in, but was immediately awoken at the sound of loud barking.
"Wasgoingon," Sam said, staring wildly about him. He saw Scrappy running off into a thicket of bushes, leash dragging behind him, chasing after some sort of black figure. Sam rushed after him, hastily taking out his emergency gun from his coat.
He arrived at the thicket and crouched low behind a bush, peering over the top of the shrub.
"Give me back me dog!" Sam yelled out, searching the place or any movement.
He spotted a rustle from the corner of his eye and shot a round off. A whimper escaped from the spot he shot at and Sam immediately tensed. Oops…
The young man crept over, still staring cautiously at his surroundings.
Sam pushed aside the branches to find Scrappy, bleeding profusely out of his right front leg. He was whimpering sadly, nursing the leg Sam's bullet grazed.
I'm lucky I didn't kill it…Dean would've definitely killed me.
Sam quickly walked over to the wounded puppy and kneeled down to him. He picked up the injured leg, causing Scrappy to whimper, and examined it closely.
"It's okay, it's okay," Sam soothed more to himself than the dog. He carefully picked up the puppy into his arms and over his shoulder. "Let's get you home, buddy."
As Sam walked home, favoring the animal over his shoulder, a flash of yellow, unnoticed by anything, snapped into the puppy's eyes and instantly vanished.
Sam reached the apartment around 3 am and found a small first aid kit in the guest bathroom. He fixed the puppy's wound, and dressed it in tan gauze.
He laid him gingerly onto a pile of extra blankets and petted it gently.
"Please, act perfectly alright in the morning so Uncle Sammy doesn't get his butt kicked by your daddy, okay?" He implored to the small dog.
Scrappy whined in reply and dropped its head to the blankets.
Sam sighed and cast a wary stare towards his older brother. He knew it was a bad idea to get the stupid dog.
"Dean's going to kill me," Sam groaned.
Not if I do first…
A/N: Yeah, that was a bit cheesy, but hey, I thought this turned out pretty good. By the way, they're in Arizona, since that's the only place I know the major cities to because (duh!) I live there. Also, the dog is a bit of a Mary-Sue I guess because this fat guy found this dog behind this trash dump and gave it to me. It's not a glamorous tale, so what? Anyways, I gave it the name Scrappy because it was so danged cute, but I had to give it to the Humane Society because it almost bit my sister's thumb off… I'll miss you, Scrappy! Anywho, please tell me what you think about this. Press the pretty purple button down there. See it? Swell. I'll update this if you really want me to.
Sarah