Bobby hung up the phone and shook his head. He had no idea what was going on with Dean, but if the boy thought he was going to bring a stray home then he had another thing coming. It was bad enough the way he'd been ignoring the one true responsibility he had, but to replace his brother with some mangy mutt was just beyond him.
"Damn idgit." He muttered as he made his way through the house to make sure there was plenty of food in the house. Even though Dean hadn't noticed how sickly Sam was, didn't mean he was that blind. The kid picked at his food more often than not and who knew what damage he was still trying to get over from the wreck, he wasn't even going to think about the emotional baggage the kid was dealing with on top of it all.
Seeing the fridge was still fairly full, along with the cabinets, he realized that the only way he was going to get Dean to see the light is if he actually took the initiative. Pulling some steaks out of the freezer, and a few spices out of the cabinet, he began to prepare one of Dean's favorite dishes – maybe that would keep the nitwit in one place while he had a little heart to heart talk with him.
"Playmate for Rumsfield… he's got to be out of his mind."
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Dean stared at the black dog in front of him and wondered what the hell he'd done to deserve this. "You pee on the carpet and so help me I'll make a rug out of you."
The dog only whined a bit more before scooting closer to the door, his wide brown eyes shining up at Dean.
Giving up on any type of training for the moment, Dean reached over and opened the door, allowing his new found pet outside. Before he could blink though, the large pup dashed out the door and across the parking lot.
"Sam! SAM DAMN IT, GET YOUR FURRY ASS BACK HERE!" Dean yelled as he took off after his brother… puppy… puppy brother? 'Damn, only our lives can be this screwed up.' He thought as he raced across the blacktop after the mutt he'd woken up to instead of his brother. His brother. His brother the dog. He was just about to yell at Sam again when the large black pup raced across the highway in front of a speeding semi, sending Dean's stomach to the soles of his feet. "SAMMY!!!"
The sound of the semi roaring down the road drowned out his scream and the gust of wind that blew afterwards blinded him for a moment causing tears to fill his eyes before he was able to blink them away. It took him a moment to understand what he was seeing, so sure he'd see nothing but the carnage of a furry body on the two lane road. However what he saw shocked him before he felt the familiar feeling of anger rise up. On the other side of the road lay Sam in all his puppy form glory looking at him with a happy smile plastered on his furry face, tongue lolling about, his ears perked up and tail wagging back and forth furiously in happiness.
"Damn it Sam… don't you ever look where the hell you're going?"
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They'd been on the road for almost eight hours and Dean was more than a little thankful that they were close to Bobby's. It had taken forever to get Sam into the backseat, and even longer for the pup to quit bouncing around the car while they were going down the road. Of course that last part might have something to do with the fact that he'd given up trying to keep the pup in the back and gave in on having him spread out on the front seat next to him. A pattern had been quickly established where they'd drive until Sam would whine, then they'd pull over and fill up the car while Sam emptied his own tank, get back in the car and head down the road once again.
Looking down he saw that Sam was once again using his jean clad leg as a pillow while he slept, and he would have possibly found it amusing if it wasn't for the fact that there was doggy drool now covering his pant leg and dripping onto part of the upholstery.
"Damn it." He grumbled to himself, wondering just what the hell he'd done to deserve this type of blatant disrespect. He was about to push the pup off when he noticed they were pulling into the salvage yard. "Good thing too, otherwise you'd have had to find your own way home." He complained as he turned the car off and looked over to see a very irritable looking Bobby standing on the porch.
"Well, what are you sitting there for? Dinner's 'bout done, come eat if you're hungry." Bobby said as he watched Dean get out of the car. "Where's Sam?" he asked, not seeing anyone in the small car besides the eldest Winchester. Before Dean had a chance to answer though a bark came from the car and a black furry object began to jump around. "What the hell?"
Sighing, Dean ran a hand across his face and looked up at his long time friend. "Yeah, well it's not like I didn't try to warn ya. Sam, get inside. SAM!" Dean growled, trying to intimidate the pup to do what he was told, only to have the pup jump on him and try to lick his face before running around the yard chasing what looked to be dragonflies.
"Sam. Come." Bobby commanded, not allowing any misinterpretation. When he saw the black pup come barreling towards him, he stepped to the side and squatted down to ruffle the fur behind Sam's ears. Looking closely he examined the pup before finally looking at Dean. "Boy, you have some explaining to do, but we'll do it inside. I want to get some meat on your brother before he gets sick." Seeing the confused look on Dean's face he shook his head. "Don't tell me you didn't notice that you can see his ribs. I'm surprised he hasn't fallen over yet."
Feeling guilty, Dean did look at Sam and noticed how skinny he was, making him wonder if his brother was really that painfully thin in his human form. When was the last time he actually took notice of that? Seeing that Bobby wasn't going to press the issue, he was happy to follow behind the older man as they lead Sam into the house where it smelled wonderful.
"If I'd known this was what you were talking about I would have made Sam's favorite instead of yours you idgit. Now go get ready while I finish the steaks."
Relieved that he could have a few minutes to himself, Dean gratefully made his way to the bathroom and washed his hands and face, ignoring the mirror before he turned his attention back to the kitchen. Seeing Bobby he was about to thank the man for his hospitality once again when suddenly they both realized that they had no idea where Sam was. Rushing towards the kitchen they both stopped suddenly when they saw Sam standing on the table, enthusiastically enjoying the steaks Bobby had just set down.
"SAM!" they both yelled, causing the pup to jump back in surprise, effectively knocking him off the table.
Dean was about to lay into the knee high sized pup when he saw how Sam whined and cowered at his feet while looking up at him with sad eyes.
"Leave him be Dean. I told you he was hungry, I'm surprised he didn't attack them when he first smelled them. I normally don't condone it, but this time I understand it. Let's just be thankful that it wasn't something dangerous, ok?" Bobby said calmly as he went about and picked up the remaining pieces of meat. "Take him outside for a bit though so I can clean up this mess, then you and I are going to have a talk about how the hell this happened."
Nodding, Dean motioned for Sam to follow and he led the chastened pup outside close to Rumsfield. After making sure Sam was content with Bobby's dog, he went back inside dreading the conversation he was about to have.
AN: Ok, who here really thought I would let puppy!Sammy get hit by a truck? I'm not that mean, am I? Wait... don't answer that!
