Dog Days, Supernatural, G, Keeper!Verse
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Keeper!Verse
Title: Dog Days
Characters: Aristotle, Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Word count: 393
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shotofjack Made ME! She told me I had to write something happy, and then she told me I had to post it. It just drips with schloomp, from the dog's point of view.
These were the kinds of days she lived for. Dog Days. Lazy Saturdays. Sam slept in. So did she. He stretched out on the bed after Dean left and she could stretch out beside him, her head on his pillow, her mouth hanging open.
His body was warm, comforting. She roll onto her back and lay belly up, waiting for his hand. It would slip down, tucking his shoulder under her head, his hand sliding down to rub softly over her stomach.
Eventually he would turn, pulling her up close to him, his face nuzzled to the top of her head. There was nothing better in the world than Sam curled up around her.
Sometimes Dean or even Dana would come join them. They’d watch movies and she’d get Sam and Dana all around her. Dean would complain that she took up too much room…and he’d sound grumpy…but it was always Dean who fed her stuff she wasn’t supposed to have.
Today though, it was just Sam and her. “Hey girl.” Sam’s voice was soft as his hand stroked over her warm belly. He pulled her close and she licked his face. “Just you and me today. Dana’s at Beth’s and Dean had to go in to the garage.” He laughed as she licked him again. “Whatcha wanna do?”
Her tail thumped against the bed. Pictures filled her head, Frisbee, ropes, running. She looked at him and snuggled in closer, replacing the pictures with this…with warm and cuddle and Sam.
He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me too, Ari. We’ll just stay right here…all day.”
She wagged her tail in agreement and burrowed under the blankets to get closer to Sam. He jumped and laughed when her cold nose found his belly, so she did it again before settling in with her head near his shoulder.
When Dean came home hours later, he found them there, sleeping. He slid into bed behind Sam, petting her head when she opened her eyes. “Another Dog Day, eh Aristotle?”
She licked her lips, licked his hand. Sam stirred, pulled Dean’s hand down over his shoulder. “Shh…it’s a quiet dog day.” Sam whispered. Dean smiled and kissed his shoulder.
Dean settled in and she moved her head so that it rested on their joined hands. These were the kind of days she lived for.
Title: Dog Days
Characters: Aristotle, Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Word count: 393
Summary:
shotofjack Made ME! She told me I had to write something happy, and then she told me I had to post it. It just drips with schloomp, from the dog's point of view.These were the kinds of days she lived for. Dog Days. Lazy Saturdays. Sam slept in. So did she. He stretched out on the bed after Dean left and she could stretch out beside him, her head on his pillow, her mouth hanging open.
His body was warm, comforting. She roll onto her back and lay belly up, waiting for his hand. It would slip down, tucking his shoulder under her head, his hand sliding down to rub softly over her stomach.
Eventually he would turn, pulling her up close to him, his face nuzzled to the top of her head. There was nothing better in the world than Sam curled up around her.
Sometimes Dean or even Dana would come join them. They’d watch movies and she’d get Sam and Dana all around her. Dean would complain that she took up too much room…and he’d sound grumpy…but it was always Dean who fed her stuff she wasn’t supposed to have.
Today though, it was just Sam and her. “Hey girl.” Sam’s voice was soft as his hand stroked over her warm belly. He pulled her close and she licked his face. “Just you and me today. Dana’s at Beth’s and Dean had to go in to the garage.” He laughed as she licked him again. “Whatcha wanna do?”
Her tail thumped against the bed. Pictures filled her head, Frisbee, ropes, running. She looked at him and snuggled in closer, replacing the pictures with this…with warm and cuddle and Sam.
He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me too, Ari. We’ll just stay right here…all day.”
She wagged her tail in agreement and burrowed under the blankets to get closer to Sam. He jumped and laughed when her cold nose found his belly, so she did it again before settling in with her head near his shoulder.
When Dean came home hours later, he found them there, sleeping. He slid into bed behind Sam, petting her head when she opened her eyes. “Another Dog Day, eh Aristotle?”
She licked her lips, licked his hand. Sam stirred, pulled Dean’s hand down over his shoulder. “Shh…it’s a quiet dog day.” Sam whispered. Dean smiled and kissed his shoulder.
Dean settled in and she moved her head so that it rested on their joined hands. These were the kind of days she lived for.
