This little story comes from kaosdolls3, who asked for a story about the boys investigating a pet store, where Dean wanders off and finds some baby bunnies. I hope you enjoy, this was fun and very cute to write :)

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Nope, don't own Supernatural.

Dean kept fiddling with the small badge on the front of his shirt after they had pulled up outside the back of the pet shop, and it was starting to drive Sam crazy.

"Dude," he batted Dean's hands away from the seemingly offensive piece of metal, "it's fine, leave it alone."

"This feels stupid," Dean muttered, and looked back at himself in the rearview mirror.

Sam simply rolled his eyes in return. "Right, because going in as two FBI agents investigating an animal case would go over well. Animal control was the safest way to go," Sam reminded.

"Fine, whatever, can we go now?" Dean asked, and cast a glance to Sam before he got out of the car. Sam followed suit and soon they were on their way inside the pet shop. For the past few days they had been in Colorado, trying to track down a supposed skin walker. However, the animal shelter and the first two shops they'd been to had been a total bust, so they were hoping lucky number three would indeed be lucky.

"Can I help you?" the friendly looking young woman looked up as Sam and Dean entered the shop, exchanging brief smiles in greeting. She was working behind the main register counter off to the side of the store, clipboard in hand. The store itself wasn't very busy, so either she was the only one working at the time or someone else was just on break.

"Hi, Rogers and Phillips, we're with the Department of Animal Control, we're just looking for a stray that may have come in by accident. We've been by the offices and the shelter, just wondering if we could look around, maybe ask a few questions?" Sam asked and smiled again at her for good measure.

"Yeah, sure, knock yourselves out," she gestured to the store, to which Dean nodded back and vanished behind a few shelves of glass mice cages and hamster wheels. "We don't get many strays in here though, you…sure you're looking in the right place?" the woman asked slowly just to be sure.

Sam nodded back in reply. "We just go where they send us, the dog's been known to have violent tendencies, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt," he explained away smoothly. It wasn't a total lie, after all.

"Gotcha," the woman smiled back. "I don't remember bringing any dogs back in recent days though," she shrugged, "but like your partner, store's yours, I guess, let me know if I can help with anything," she offered and smiled before she jotted down a few more notes onto her clipboard.

"I'll let you know, thank you," Sam smiled back, and began following where Dean had gone. They both had silver dollars to test for skin walkers, but honestly it wouldn't take long with the size of the store, where the hell was Dean?

He turned the corner, expecting to see him by the few dogs in the back, but he wasn't there. With a frown, he turned down another aisle where he heard giggling. That couldn't be Dean, right? No way in hell.

Well, it was, and the sight in front of him made Sam laugh to himself, half in confusion and half out of what he was seeing. Off to the side there was a small open glass case with grass and a water holder and tiny balls of fluff inside. There was a very clear "Please do not pick us up!" sign on the front of the tank, which apparently Dean was ignoring.

He turned, having seen Sam out of the corner of his eye, and the grin on his face was practically splitting it in half. "Dude," he said quietly, showing him what was in his hands. He was very carefully, more carefully than Sam thought possible for the knife wielding, gun shooting, monster killing badass, holding an incredibly small baby bunny in his hands.

It was mostly brown with a few white spots and its little nose kept twitching. Even Sam had to admit that it was cute, because come on. "So, you found the skin walker I take it?" he joked and walked up to get a closer view.

"What, this thing? This isn't a killer, aren't ya, little fella?" Dean asked quietly, still smiling at the little fuzzy bundle in his hands. He gently stroked it a few times before he reached back and put it back in the tank, where he went on petting a few of the other bunnies.

It was such an odd scene that Sam almost couldn't believe what he was seeing, but at least Dean was smiling. "So…no monsters then, I'm guessing?"

Dean shook his head, not even looking back at Sam to do so. He picked up a small piece of carrot that had been left in the tank, and with practiced carefulness, delivered it to the bunny he had been holding. The bunny happily took the offered food, which made Dean's smile grow even more.

"You know we can't-" Sam was about to say, but Dean cut him off.

"I know, I know," Dean shook off, "but come on, Sam, they're pretty damn cute, just give me a minute. How often do we get to deal with cute animals that aren't out to kill something other than a carrot?"

Sam shrugged, seeing his point. He turned around to look at the hamster behind him spinning in its wheel and when he turned back, Dean was holding a piece of carrot out to him. When Sam didn't immediately take it, Dean gestured again and passed it off. Sam then let out a breathy laugh and stepped closer to the tank, where he positioned the carrot next to one of the other baby bunnies and smiled as it too began eating.

"They are pretty cute," he agreed, to which Dean nodded.

"Tiny little balls of fluff," Dean muttered fondly, intent on still watching them.

They did eventually have to leave the pet store to actually find the skin walker they were looking for in the first place, but when they did, Sam was thinking about if they could maybe make a pet work, and what type of pet could work. Now that they had the Bunker, something could feasibly be done…maybe. He'd talk to Dean about it later, as soon as Dean got the happy grin off his face. If Sam had known that simply seeing baby bunnies could make his brother so happy, they would have visited a few random pet stores more often.