A/N: A quick visit to the mud-monkeys of my Walkies universe.
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The Good Boy Medallion by frostygossamer
Dean came bouncing into the room. His fellow mud-monkey, Sam, glanced up from his food and continued eating a second before anything registered. There was something different about Dean's look.
He fixed Dean with a beady eye. "You're wearin' your collar," he said.
"Duh," responded Dean.
The black leather collars their master used to attach their leashes to were normal wear for walkies.
"We goin' out?" he further inquired, feeling hopeful. He himself loved a little trot outside.
"Nah," Dean answered.
Sam wandered over to his friend and examined him more closely.
"You're wearin' a shiny thin'," he commented.
Dean grinned with pride. The goldy, shiny thing hanging from his collar glittered interestingly.
"'S a medal," he informed Sam.
"A medal?"
"Yep. Fur bein' a good boy."
Sam had to agree that Dean DID deserve a medal for being a good boy. He was a remarkably GOOD boy, every way up. The big muddie poked at the shiny thing with his finger.
"'S got angel scratchins on it."
Dean turned the metal disk over and examined the side that bore the word "DEAN" in bold Enochian characters.
"Sez 'Awarded to Dean for bein' one awesome good boy'."
Sam nodded. He didn't doubt that.
"So how come I ain't got a medal?" he asked suspiciously.
Dean chuckled as he walked away.
"Maybe cos you just ain't a good boy, Sammy," Sam heard him mutter. He didn't like that at all.
Ten minutes later Dean was laying on the living room couch with his head over the arm, when Sam skipped proudly into the room. He flung himself on the rug and grinned up at Dean.
"See what I got," he chortled.
Dean reluctantly opened one green eye and immediately spotted that Sam now wore his own collar, and on it was a medal like his own. He sat bolt upright.
"Huh?" he grunted.
Sam jumped up on the couch beside him.
"See," he said. "'Xactly like yours. Fur bein' good."
Dean grumbled doubtfully as Sam happily rubbed his mudhood up against his cute butt. If there was one thing he knew it was that Sam was nowhere NEAR as good a pet as he was. He eyed Sam's medal as it slapped against his shoulder.
"You got less angel scratchins on yours," he noted.
Naturally, Sam's medal had only three Enochian characters engraved on it, whereas Dean's had four.
Dean smiled smugly. "Guess you just don't add up to my level of awesome."
His Alpha seniority was still intact.
The End
A/N: I've been missing my muddies. I so have to get back into this 'verse sometime soon. ;)