"C'mon, Dean, I promised someone I'd take care of him for a few days."
"No! He's trashing the place and as soon as you leave to grab food, he'll start barking, and I won't be able to get him to stop."
Cas walked in on the brothers' discussion and seemed to develop a love for the temporary dog on sight. In the span of two seconds the angel had stooped to his knees and was scratching the very happy canine, muttering happy little phrases to it while it wagged its tail.
At that moment, Sam knew he'd won the argument.
