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Previously on Supernatural- With Muffin secured Sammy started walking toward Dean and Ranger Gates thinking of all the fun he'd have with Muffin. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Sammy couldn't wait to get home. Dean hadn't stopped talking about Ranger Gates and tracking since they began walking, and Sam didn't think he could take much more. He loved his big brother but sometimes Dean got on his last nerve.
Realizing Sammy hadn't spoken since they started home, Dean eyed his little brother. It wasn't like Sam to be quiet. He usually talked the horns off a billy goat. "You alright, Sammy? You're awfully quiet." Dean asked placing a hand on his sibling's shoulder.
Sam looked up at Dean and grinned. "I'm fine. Just can't get a word in with you talking my ears off."
"Sorry" Dean said turning red. "So what did you do today, runt?"
Sammy spent the rest of the walk home spinning a tale about his day at the park, leaving out any mention of a certain stowaway. He'd never been happier to see their house. "Finally!" he thought.
Dean opened and went in the house motioning for Sammy to wait outside. Satisfied that it was safe, he ushered his little brother inside before closing and locking the front door. "I'm going to go fix us something to eat. Why don't you watch TV for awhile?" Dean suggested.
"All the good stuff's already over, Dean. I'm gonna go play in our room." Sammy told him.
"Alright, Sammy" Dean responded. "I'll call you when supper's ready." Dean grabbed his notebook and walked into the kitchen.
After making sure his big brother was out of sight, Sammy headed to the room he shared with Dean. He knew exactly what Dean was doing right now. His big brother would be sitting at the kitchen table writing down everything that Ranger Gates had said just like he'd done every day this week. When Sam had asked why he was writing in the old notebook, Dean had said he was making a journal like their dad's. Dean had gotten mad at Sam after he asked if a journal was the same thing as a diary. Dean told him that a journal was definitely not anything like a diary. He explained that their dad wrote important things about work in his journal and that's what he was doing. "Whatever" Sammy thought. It still sounds like a diary to me." He was thankful for Dean's latest obsession though. Writing in the journal would keep Dean busy for at least half an hour. Add making supper to that, and Sammy figured he and Muffin could play for at least an hour before they were interrupted.
Coming to their bedroom, Sammy quickly stepped inside and closed the door. He thought about locking it but decided that was too risky. Dean would know something was up if he found the door locked.
Sitting on the floor, he carefully placed the backpack down, smiling as he saw a tiny nose poking out of the hole at the top. He unzipped the bag, picked up Muffin, and set her on the floor. Sammy watched fascinated as Muffin explored every inch of her new surroundings. When her inspection was complete, she trotted over to her new friend wagging her tail.
Sam petted her while looking for a toy she would like. He didn't think any of his few possessions would make good dog toys. Looking over his things one more time, he noticed that Muffin had started pulling on his shoelaces. That gave Sam an idea. Puppies loved playing tug a war! Crawling over to the dresser, he pulled out the bottom drawer and sifted through the contents. At the very bottom of the pile of clothes was the object he needed; an old sock. Sammy laid the sock on the floor and slowly pulled it along in front of the pup. Instantly Muffin's eyes closed on the sock. Tail wagging she jumped on the sock snatching up an end with her teeth. She started backing up, pulling on her end of the sock while Sam held on to his end. After a few minutes of tugging, Muffin won the war. Sock in mouth; she shook it with all her might before bringing it back to Sam. Laughing, he took one end of the sock and the battle began again.
Dean placed the two bowls of chicken noodle soup next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He poured two glasses of soda before heading down the hall to get Sam. "Sammy" he shouted. "Supper's ready so get your butt out here before it gets cold."
Sam froze when he heard footsteps. "Shit!" he thought. "What do I do now? He can't see Muffin!" Sam eyes darted around the room frantically looking for a hiding spot. Luckily his eyes found the perfect place fast. Quickly scooping up Muffin, Sammy raced to the dresser, stuck her in the bottom drawer and carefully closed it. He made sure to leave it open a little before walking over to the door.
Before he got to the door, Dean entered the room. Looking at Sam curiously, Dean asked, "Alright Sammy spill. What have you been up to? You never shut the door."
Plastering on his most innocent expression, Sammy looked up at Dean and answered "I was just playing with my army men, Dean."
Dean was not convinced. But after scrutinizing the room and seeing nothing amiss, Dean decided he must be telling the truth. "Come on, squirt. Let's go eat." He said.
Sammy looked at the dresser drawer before walking out of the room with his big brother. His plan was working perfectly.