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A Happy Trio

Title: A Happy Trio
Author: Kat Lee
For: thtwzjustadream
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Sam, OFC, Dean
Rating: PG/K+
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,165
Date Written: 11 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.




"Dean," Sam calls to his brother, stopping in shock, "there's a dog in your car." When his brother doesn't immediately answer him or gawk or yell in surprise, he continues, "Why is there a dog in your car?"

"Well, Sammy," Dean shrugs as though it's no big deal though Sam knows it is, "I hit the bitch last night, and I couldn't exactly leave her there on the road. I had to bring her with me."

Sam blinks, still befuddled. He shakes his head slowly. "I was with you last night, Dean."

"Were you?" Dean finally turns around to face him. Cocking his head to one side, he continues, "Are you sure? 'Cause, man, I don't remember much besides the hot sex with the vet."

"Dean," Sam grinds out, "this isn't funny."

His brother suddenly turns serious. His smile fading, he shakes his head. "No, Sam," he admits, "it's not funny. A lot of shit in our lives isn't funny, most of all how we always have to give up what we want. You had a life, man. You had a woman and a dog, and I know you hated both of them. That's the second dog you've given up -- "

"It's not like we can have pets with the lives we lead, or girlfriends."

"No. Not normally, any way." He walks up to his Baby, where the dog's sticking her head out of the window of the back seat and grinning. Her tongue's already out of her mouth, but he scratches the top of her head any way. Poor pup's about as screwed up as they are, and it's no more her fault than most of the fuck ups in their lives are their own faults. "She ain't a normal dog, man."

"Yeah, right," Sam scoffs. "Dean, she's beautiful, but she won't last one night on the road with us."

Dean looks into the dog's bicolored eyes. "I think you're wrong."

"Give me one reason why we should take that dog with us and condemn her to our lives."

"'Cause she's already condemned," Dean says quietly as the dog happily licks his palm. She's a pretty dog, but he's nonetheless glad he had a whole group of Demons clean her. He can't have any dog, no matter how pretty or screwed up, stinking up his Baby. "And, besides," he shrugs, "it's your birthday."

"I told you to forget about that," Sam mutters quickly and darkly, but then he remembers what Dean said just before. "And what do you mean she's condemned?"

Dean flashes him a grin. "I knew you'd catch on." Just as he knows that a dog is one of the few things his little brother wants that he can now give him -- and maybe even part of what he needs -- and he knew Cas could fly her into Baby without Sam's knowledge or apprehension while they were working their latest case.

"Dean," Sam steps up to him, "what aren't you telling me?"

His brother's making a damn point not to look at the dog. He doesn't want to get lost in her one sky blue eye and her other brown, but Sam's always been a sucker for animals. He'll fall to her charms in a minute, Dean's sure. He looks up at his towering form now and smirks as he understands -- not for the first time -- just why Crowley calls his brother Moose. He can hear the King of Hell in his head now as he admits quietly, "She's part Hellhound, Sam."

Sam's head quickly turns. He looks at the beautiful dog with colors of a collie with widening eyes. "Dean . . . Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Crowley came to me about her." He'd been surprised by the Hell King's concern, but the Demon does have a soft spot for dogs -- and for them. And he knows what it's like to be considered a mistake. "She was a mistake. One of his Hellhounds got loose in her heat cycle and got above ground."

Sam makes a face.

Dean continues watching the beautiful dog before them as he adds quietly, "There wasn't anything left of the father."

Sam grimaces. "And you think we want a Hellhound?"

Dean shakes his head. "She's too gentle for Hell. She wouldn't last an hour down there. But she can't be with a normal family, either."

"Since when do you care about dogs?" Sam still hasn't reached out to her, but he is studying her now as he continues to quiz his brother.

Dean shrugs. "That case we had a while back, man, kinda opened my eyes about animals." Sam has to grin as he remembers his brother letting all the dogs in the Pound go free. "They didn't deserve what they were going to get, man, and she doesn't deserve what she'll get if we don't take her in."

"And what if her instincts do kick in, Dean? What if she becomes her mother's daughter?"

"Then Crowley will take her back."

Sam studies the dog for another long, quiet moment. She's panting softly and watching him through her big, blue and brown eyes. His brother's right, he knows: She doesn't deserve the future, or lack thereof, she'll get if she returns to Hell, just like they don't deserve the lack of a future they have. He's had to leave every dog he's ever loved, and they've lost everybody they've ever dared love besides each other. Maybe their duo can become a trio, after all.

He looks up at his brother one last time. "Are you sure?" he asks, still hesitant. He knows how much Dean's always hated having animals in the Impala.

Dean nods. "I'm sure," he vows.

Grinning wide like an eager child, Sam turns back to the dog hanging her head out of the window and gently takes her lovely head in his hands. He strokes her soft, soft fur -- it's the softest he's ever felt -- and hears his brother begin to prattle behind him. "But you'd better be damn sure she doesn't use the bathroom in Baby," he's saying, "and you've gotta bath her every day. Every. Day. Twice a day if she gets Demon blood or anything else disgusting on her."

Sam's grin is huge. He'd agree to almost anything Dean asked of him right now. "Yeah. Sure. 'Course," he mutters in response to Dean's demands, lost in the beautiful eyes of his new collie mix.

Dean relents and grins, watching his brother and his new dog. "Happy Birthday, Sammy," he says.

"Thanks, Dean. It couldn't be better." And for the first time in a long time, Sam means it.

When they roll, Sam sits in the back seat with the dog in his lap, still grinning. Dean watches them both from his rearview mirror, smiling like the proud, big brother he is. Miles away, Crowley watches and grins impishly. He's got his boys with a Hellhound now. Next, he decides, it's time to add a Hellcat to the mix.

The End

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thtwzjustadream
Jul. 23rd, 2016 02:13 am (UTC)

Awwwww!! I love it. Sammy gets a dog - and it's not just any dog. It feels right they've have a dog that's no mere mortal.

Love it - thank you so much!
katleept
Jul. 27th, 2016 03:14 pm (UTC)
So glad you loved it!! <3 It was a delight to write, too!
kattrip033
Nov. 26th, 2016 09:17 am (UTC)
AWWWWWWW, Sammy finally gets a dog, he can keep.
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