This blog is mostly supernatural, with some hp and star wars thrown in, a little marvel, you know, just a good mix of fandoms. But again, mainly supernatural, and in that, mainly Sam!
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Sam’s six years old the first time he visits a pet store with his big brother, and it’s possibly the first time he’s ever fallen in love.
“De!” He’s got his brother’s hand clutched tight in his, tugging Dean along with him to the back of the store. He can see them from the front, but the puppies are even better up close, and his eyes are wide as he presses up close to the glass, looking at a little golden lab who seems just as excited to see him. “They’re little!”
“So’re you.” Dean doesn’t try to stop him, though, and Sam’s attention is so entirely focused on the dogs that he doesn’t notice when his brother gets someone else’s attention. “Um, ‘scuse me, but could we maybe see that puppy?”
And Sam doesn’t really realize what’s happening until someone in the back, behind the cages, scoops the tiny dog up, and moments later, a smiling employee is bringing him over. “Make sure you’re gentle, okay?”
Dean’s nodding dutifully, promising to be careful, but Sam’s only got eyes for the puppy- lets go of Dean’s hand so he can sit on the ground and let the dog scramble into his lap.
“Hi there,” Sam whispers, petting the puppy’s ears carefully. He makes a happy chuffing sound and snuggles closer, so Sam smiles wide and continues. “I’m Sam, and this is Dean, but he calls me Sammy.”
As soon as the puppy looks up at him again, chocolatey-brown eyes big and curious, Sam gently takes his face between his hands until they’re almost nose-to-nose. “You’re cute. I love you.”
They share a long moment, both unblinking until the puppy licks his nose and Sam giggles, wrapping his arms around him for a hug.
“Y’know, Sammy,” Dean’s saying, and Sam almost doesn’t notice until his brother’s hand is in his hair, “there’s lotsa other puppies here, too, and I bet they all wanna meet you.”
Sam’s eyes widen even further, and he looks up from the puppy in his lap to stare at his brother. “Really?”
They spend the better part of an hour in the store, Dean requesting that they meet each and every puppy, one by one. There are big ones and small ones, some more excited than others, a couple of them sleepy. But Sam takes his time with all of them, petting them and rubbing their bellies if he’s given the chance and telling them all how beautiful they are. “They all gotta know I love them,” he tells his brother seriously while he hugs a little husky to his chest, and Dean just nods solemnly.
“We can’t take ‘em with us, can we?”
They’re done now, though, and the last puppy- an English bulldog who licked Sam’s face pretty enthusiastically- is being returned to his cage, and Sam knows that it’s over. He looks up at Dean with slightly watery eyes, because it isn’t fair. “I love them.”
“I know you do.” And Dean wraps his arms around Sam and hugs him, and Sam sniffles and buries his face in his brother’s chest. “And now they know, too, and I bet they’re a whole lot happier than they were before. You made a lot of puppies really happy, Sammy.”
Sam pauses at that. Sniffs and peeks up at Dean to see if he’s telling the truth. “Really?”
“Really.” Dean smiles and hugs Sam again. “And now they’ll never ever forget you.”
He thinks about that for a moment, and then nods quickly. Wipes away the tears that haven’t fallen yet. “I’m never gonna forget them, either,” he promises. “Never ever. I love them all.”
He makes it a point from then on to make sure to be remembered by every dog he meets. They’re easier than people, and Dean seems more than happy to indulge him.
I believe in luck and fate and I believe in karma, that the energy you put out in the world comes back to meet you. So if you have positive good energy, hopefully good things will come to you from the universe.
