A/N: Thanks for all your kind reviews. No flames, yay. does the no-flames dance Here's chapter two!
As I don't think you're allowed to change the dedication of a story, this fic is still dedicated to Christie. (I'm Dean. You can be Sam 'cause you're probably taller!)
Demon Hunters and Their Pets- Chapter 2
"I cannot believe you hurt Scrappy!" Dean cried, staring wide-eyed at the bandage around the puppy's leg. The young man had just woken up and had gone to check on his new dog only to find the dressed wound.
"Muh? Wha?" Sam mumbled groggily. He was still very tired from last night's events and had slept longer than he expected.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, holding his dog in one arm, shoving his brother awake with his other. "What did you to my dog?"
Sam rubbed his face, going over what Dean just said in his mind. Dog, dog, dog… Oh my gosh, dog!
"I can explain," he blurted out.
""Now, would be nice," Dean pointed out.
Sam sighed and looked up at his brother. Dean's eyebrows were furrowed, scrutinizing his brother's face, his eyes filled with rage. That puppy sucks. He thought to himself, glaring at the dog.
"I didn't mean to shoot him, it was a total accident-" Sam started.
"You shot my dog!" Dean exploded. "I knew you hated him, Sammy, but that doesn't give you a right to try and kill him!"
"It only grazed his-"
"You've either been watching way too many Old Yeller movies or you're just plain evil!"
"But I-"
"I'm sticking with the latter of the two!" Dean said, his face livid.
Sam sighed. He knew this would be useless. That dog really sucks.
"I'm going to take a shower." Dean said finally after checking the dog over for more injuries. "I hope I can trust you not to kill Scrappy while I'm gone."
"I wasn't trying to kill him!" Sam exclaimed.
"Whatever…" Dean said, already stepping towards the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder.
Sam sighed once the door closed and fell back onto the bed. Stupid jerk…
The small dog watched the scene with curiosity. Once the show seemed to be over, something that looked close to a smile seemed to creep onto the puppy's face. He trotted over to the bed and hopped on top of it. He found that the distressed figure of Sam had fallen asleep when he fell backwards onto the bed. Walking lightly on to the young man, the dog stared interestingly at the tall brother's face. He arrived at his chest and stared intently at the closed lids.
All of a sudden the teeth of the puppy's grew at an alarmingly fast rate to where it was three times its original size. Sam squirmed a little on the bed but, fortunately for Scrappy, he didn't wake up. The dogs had a relieved look in his eyes and continued with his task.
Scrappy opened his jaws wide and leaned in close to Sam's face. Sam made a disturbed face and slowly opened his eyes.
"Bleh, what stinks?" he muttered, referring to the dog's breath. At the sight of the large fangs, Sam let out a yelp and backed up against the headboard. The dog jumped off the bed and resized its fangs just as Dean rushed in.
"What's going on?" Dean said, hair sopping wet and only his pants on.
He stared with concern at his panting brother. Sam was staring in total confusion and fright at the dog that now stared blankly at him.
"Th-that dog had teeth!" Sam finally got out, breathing hard.
"Way to point out the obvious," Dean said, still staring intently at his brother, a little weirded out by the situation.
"Scrappy was going to eat my face, Dean!" Sam cried, motioning dramatically at the innocent-looking puppy sitting on the floor.
Dean gave Sam a puzzled look.
"He was right here," Sam said, placing his hand in front of his face. "His teeth were this big!" He continued, placing his fingers apart about three inches.
Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to the puppy. Scrappy stared up at him, tilting its head. He picked it up and opened its mouth a little, examining his mouth.
"You're delusional," Dean concluded, placing the puppy on the bed. Sam flinched away. "Seriously, Sam, you were probably just dreaming it. I'm thinking you felt so guilty about shooting poor Scrappy that you imagined him coming back for revenge."
Sam cast an uneasy look at the puppy. He was wagging his tail, mouth gaping, like any regular dog. Maybe Dean is right…
"But it felt so real…" Sam said, furrowing his eyebrows at the dog.
"That's what all those 'victims' we've come across have said, Sam. You of all people should understand that the brain can do stuff like that." Dean replied, drying his hair off with his towel. "C'mon, we need to get headed out. We were supposed to be in Goodyear by evening." Dean said, casting a glance at the clock.
Sam rubbed his face and started packing, steering clear of a certain puppy.
"Let's stop by that Circle-K and pick up some snacks for Scrappy," Dean said, pointing out the nearby convenient store. He had let Sam drive again because he wanted to spend more quality time with his new puppy. They had been on the road for one hour and the only thing Dean did was rave about all the cool stuff they could train Scrappy to do.
Sam pulled up at a gas pump and killed the engine.
"I'm going to get some stuff. Can I trust you won't run my dog over while I'm gone?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows at his brother.
"I thought we were over this, Dean," Sam sighed.
"I just need some affirmation that you won't go bang-bang crazy with Scrappy again." Dean said, giving Sam a knowing look.
Sam groaned.
"Just go." He replied.
Dean smiled and gave his brother a playful punch before walking coolly into the store.
Sam stared at the panting puppy. He let out a labored breath, getting more nervous every minute spent with the dog. The dog turned its head toward him, causing Sam to tense up.
"Don't try anything," he warned.
Scrappy tilted his head in confusion as if to say, "I have no clue what you're talking about." The dog moved over to the side of the door and placed his paw on the "lock" control. The doors made a sudden click, startling Sam.
The young man immediately switched it back to unlock, smirking at the puppy before him.
"Ha, I knew you were really evil," Sam said, pointing at the dog. "You were just acting innocent in front of Dean!"
The dog appeared to have rolled his eyes. "Way to point out the obvious." Sam imagined it saying.
"I must say, you are a very smart dog, but I will prove it to Dean, you watch." Sam said, watching the puppy carefully. He noticed Dean approaching the car, bags of what would prove to be junk food in hand. Sam smirked once again at the evil Scrappy beside him.
Dean opened the door and set the plastic bags in the center of the two seats. He looked up at Sam who had an odd sort of look on his face.
"Something wrong, Sam?" He asked, looking at Sam with a questioning face.
"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," Sam said casually, picking up the puppy so Dean could sit. "Just that your puppy's demon-possessed!" Sam finished quickly, shoving Scrappy's snout in front of his brother.
Dean backed his head up a bit to focus on Scrappy. He had on his usual innocent puppy face, nothing demon-y about that.
He looked at his brother incredulously.
"Somebody's been sniffing way too many gas fumes," Dean said to Scrappy, taking him out of his said crazy brother's hands.
"Dean, I'm telling the truth!" Sam cried. "He locked the door. I would've had to really kick his butt if you hadn't come back."
"Here we go again with you trying to kill my dog!" Dean said angrily, hugging his puppy close. "I don't think my dog should suffer just because you're crazy!"
"But-"
"No, Sam, you obviously have some issues with my dog, so I think you should just sit back there," poking a finger towards the backseats.
"Argh!" Sam said furiously, exiting the car jerkily to get to the back.
"Don't worry, Buddy," Dean reassured his canine friend as his brother went into the back seat. "I'll keep you safe from that psycho."
Sam arrived at the other side of the door and glared at the puppy inside. The puppy replied with something that looked like a smirk.
Sam wrenched the door open and slammed it loudly as he settled himself in the backseat.
"Geesh, Sam, calm down," Dean said, petting Scrappy tenderly.
Sam just growled at the sweet, glowing-eyed puppy. You suck.
A/N: Thank you for all the support. Seriously, reviews totally just make you want to write, so I suggest, if you like this story, that you give me a few. Please and thank you!
-Sarah .