Imagine finally getting Sam a dog
You were worried about Sam. Ever since Dean died, he hadn't been doing much. Just moping around the bunker, his eyes always downcast. You thought it was time to bring some happiness back into his life, a little light to scared away the dark.
You were walking around an animal shelter, your eyes wandering over every animal. You stopped abruptly, when you heard a deep bark. Turning, you caught eyes with a beautiful German Shepherd crossed with a Husky. It had one blue eye and was missing half an ear, a scar crossing his eye. He was perfect.
You sprinted to the front counter and asked if you could adopt him. As soon as he was given to you on a lead, you went to buy the essentials for him and returned to the bunker, a massive smile on your face.
"Sam," you called out. "I have someone here to see you."
"Y/N, if it's about a hunt," Sam started, walking into the main room. "I don't want to be involved."
"Ta-daa," you announced, bending down and patting the dog. "He's for you."
Sam stood there in shock. Before running towards you and giving you a massive hug.
"You bought me a dog?!" He asked, some of the sadness drifting away.
"I thought you needed a pick-me-up, so I bought you an early Christmas present."
The dog barked at Sam, wagging his tail.
"What do you want to call him?" you asked, watching Sam pet him.
He hesitated, then smiled softly. "Dean."