OK, but a fic where Sam overhears Dean and Cas constantly whispering, but they, of course, get really quiet when he walks in the room or if they think he walks by, and then it seems like they’re being very secretive and doing things in another room without Sam supposed to be knowing about it.
So Sam is, of course, super worried something is very wrong because Dean is being extremely dodgy, and then when everything all comes to light…. all the secrets and sneaking around and hiding things is actually because they were throwing him a party for his birthday which he forgot completely about. And, naturally, all their friends are there as well with a table full of presents for one Samuel Winchester.
Can you imagine how boring it would be to have just two characters on a show like this after how many years of building up a cast? I don’t want Dean and Cas without Sam, I don’t want Sam and Cas without Dean and I don’t want Sam and Dean without Cas. That sounds the opposite of a good idea.
Also, there’s a reason trios tend to work really well in terms of character dynamics….just sayin’.
(lol I kinda deviated from the prompt but this is still about them getting a pet. And it’s only 978 words so I call this a win)
“We
should get a dog.”
Dean
squirted syrup on the table instead of his waffles. “What?” He
squawked as his head whipped up so he could stare at Sam.
Sam turned
his laptop screen to show a golden retriever puppy. “She was found
on the edge of town last week and is at the local shelter.”
“We’re
not getting a dog.” Dean grabbed a napkin from the centre of the
table and began mopping up the syrup. “We’ve had this
conversation like 9487 times, Sam. No dogs in the car. Period. Not to
mention what would we do with it when we went on hunts? Sometimes
we’re not home for weeks at a time. You can’t just leave a dog
alone that long!
Sam
sighed. “Well if you don’t want dogs in the Impala we could get
like a van.”
“A van.”
Dean said, voice flat.
“Yah, you
know. Like a car, but-”
“I’m
not stu- I know what a fucking van is, Sam. And you really want to
drive around the country looking like a couple soccer moms?”
“Well I
was just thinking what with Cas coming with us more it would be nice
to have more room in the car is all.”
“I’m
not driving around the country in a goddamn van. You can drive
whatever you want but I won’t be caught dead in one of those.”
Dean grabbed the syrup, smothered his waffles, and began aggressively
eating them.
“A dog
would be nice.”
Dean nearly
flung the piece of waffle he’d been trying to put in his mouth. He
spun around in his chair to find Cas standing RIGHT behind him. “Cas!
Personal space.”
“Apologies.”
Cas moved around the table so that he could look at Sam’s laptop
screen. “Dogs do have heightened senses
and can usually tell when someone is not human. It could be quite
useful.”
“Cas is
right. Remember Bobby had Rumsfeld until-” Sam’s mouth snapped
shut. He shook his head and continued speaking, “uhh point is he
had a dog.”
“I’m
still not getting a damn dog.” Dean scowled at both Cas and Sam.
“Well then, how about a
cat?” Sam asked.
Dean’s scowl deepened, “I’m
allergic to cats, remember?”
“We could
get a bird.” Cas said.
“Absolutely
not.” Dean said.
“How
about… a rabbit?”
“May-
what no. We’re not getting a damn pet, OK?”
Dean put down his fork and sighed. There
was no way he was eating his waffles while Cas
and Sam suggested any animal they could think of.
“This isn’t Snow White, we can’t have birds and rabbits
and shit running around the bunker. We’re not here half the time
and I don’t want to be stepping animal crap or piss.”
He stood up, chair scraping loudly across the floor, and grabbed his
plate of waffles. “I’ll be in my room. And I swear to god if I
come out here later and find a dog…” he continued to swear and
muttered to himself as he stalked out of the room.
-x-x-x-
The whole
pet thing never came up again until Illinois 2 weeks later. Well
verbally anyway. Nearly every day Sam or Cas had sent him a picture
of a dog they’d seen out on a walk or a wild animal they’d seen
around the bunker. It was getting ridiculous and Dean probably would
have eventually caved had they not found a case finally.
The whole
thing was a mess and ended ugly. A woman
had gotten turned into a werewolf and had subsequently accidentally
eaten three of her neighbours. They’d
eventually caught her trying to eat neighbour number 4. Sam was with
the last victim at the hospital while Cas and Dean were cleaning up
after having disposed of the body. The woman had tried to eat them,
the least she could do now was let them wash up a little in her
kitchen.
“Did she
have any next of kin?” Cas asked.
Dean
frowned as he thought for a moment. “I don’t think so? Maybe like
a cousin or something out of state.
Why?”
“Well…”
Cas fell silent and there was the sound of shuffling from
the other room. A moment later Cas came into the kitchen, a ball of
fur in each hand. “She had guinea pigs.”
Dean just
stared at the guinea pigs, unsure what to say. One of them looked up
at him and wheeked.
“You know,” Cas gently
stroked the side of the guinea pig that had wheeked with his thumb.
“Pets are great for people with anxiety.”
Dean gaped at Cas. “Yah
well…” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Whatever. I guess you
can bring them with us. But only because they got nowhere else to go.
And when you tell Sam you tell him I put up way more of a fight.”
“Thank you, Dean.” The
smile he gave Dean was radiant.
“I’m just… gonna wipe
things down for prints. Or whatever. Maybe you should like grab their
cage or food or something.” Dean nervously started wiping down
anything he thought he’d touched in the house. “And like their
toys. Guinea pigs have toys, right?” Shit he was going to have to
read up on guinea pigs now.
-x-x-x-
As they
were driving down the highway Dean couldn’t help but smile whenever
he glanced in the rear-view mirror. Cas had his trench coat laying in
his lap and on top of it were two little balls of fur. Their cage was
sitting on the seat next to Cas. Dean had
argued that they should stay in their cage
but Cas had insisted that he would make sure no excrement or other
fluids would make it onto Baby’s upholstery.
One of the
guinea pigs woke up and started making happy little sounds as Cas
gently petted it. Dean
smiled, maybe this pet thing wouldn’t be so bad.
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