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Title: Goodby, Aristotle
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Dana/Scott (OCs), Aristotle (brief mention of John)
Rating: PG
Word Count:802
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billysgirl5, who wanted Keeper verse angst with Sam's reaction when Aristotle dies. This is pure angst, and I am bawling. Just so you know. Several months after When My Soul Floats Away.
A/Ns & Warnings: Seriously? I cried. But I may be PMSing. I don't know. *pets poor Sammy and Aristotle*
Rembrandt was whining, his cold nose on Sam's leg under the blanket. Sam brushed him away, but the damn dog came right back, his whimper louder. "Dean, your dog." Sam growled, but before Dean was even awake, Rembrandt jumped up on top of Sam, barking and shoving his face into Sam's.
Sam opened his eyes and got an immediate wave of now now now now from the giant chocolate lab, followed by an image of Aristotle.
"Ari?" Remmy jumped down and Sam was on his feet, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he navigated his way down the stairs.
Aristotle lay in her bed, her eyes moving to follow Sam's approach, even if she didn't lift her head. Remmy rubbed noses with her and Sam got his usual big which was Remmy's idea of who Sam was.
He went to his knees beside her. "Hey girl." His hand stroked over her back and she whined, twitching, but not really moving much. Sam reached out for her, could feel the pain, the age.
He let his senses surround her and got a clingy feeling, like she was holding on to him. Tears filled his eyes as he laid down beside her, covering her in warmth and love to ease some of the pain in her bones. "It's okay girl. It's okay. I'm here."
He'd known it was coming, known he was going to lose her since before his father died, and that had only been a few months. Her arthritis had gotten worse, her body starting to give out even though in her head she was still strong and protective.
Sam didn't wipe at the tears, just let them fall as his hands stroked over her trembling body. Remmy paced around them, whining.
"Sam?"
He didn't move, just reached for Dean with his mind. Dean's body curled around his, spooned up to him, his arm reaching over Sam to lay against Ari's head. Sam could feel her body stiffening. She whined and wormed her head closer. He got a strong sense of home and love and the same clinging sensation. He sent back calm and love and we're okay.
She shuddered, whimpered. "It's okay girl. You go. I don't want you to hurt anymore." Sam whispered. Remmy came and laid where he could put his nose on her hip. Sam could almost feel him telling Aristotle that he would look after her people.
"Go on." Sam barely got the words out. His breath shuddered through him as her eyes closed and her heart slowed. Sam pressed his forehead to hers, whispering goodbyes as he felt her go. There was a brief flash of pain, then relief flooding through her as she separated from her body. He got an image of an open field and blue skies and suddenly, his father, calling Aristotle to him.
Sam sobbed and curled forward, gathering her limp body into his arms. It was fitting, John Winchester had given Ari to him all those years ago, now he'd take her too.
He could feel her body starting to cool in his arms and sat up slowly. Dean's hand rubbed over his back softly. "You get that?" Sam asked through his tears.
Dean kissed his neck, his own face wet with tears. "Yeah. Dad."
Sam eased Aristotle back into her bed and got up off the floor. Dean hugged him, held him. Their minds twined around one another, memories of Ari flowing back and forth, from Dean's reluctance to accept her, to the puppies she'd had, to her protective nature and any number of lazy days in the sun, games at the park, cuddling Sam when he was so very broken.
She'd seen him through some incredibly tough times, as much family to him as Dean or Dana or his father. Sam wiped his face again. "We should call Dana."
Dean nodded. "I'll do it. Want me to start some coffee?"
It was really early, barely dawn, but Sam nodded. He wouldn't be sleeping again for a while. He set about gathering Ari's things. They'd already planned for this, had a place picked out. He would give Dana time to say goodbye and lay Aristotle to rest where she was always the happiest.
Scott and Dana stood hand in hand as Dean put the finishing touches on the grave, the stone with Aristotle's name engraved on it settled into the dirt. The shady corner of the yard had always been her place to lay and watch while Sam was reading or working in the yard. It gave her full view of the yard and the house.
Now she could lay there forever. Keep watch over them.
Dean slid his arms around Sam. Remmy sniffed at the stone and sat with his feet between Sam's feet and Dean's.
"Good bye, Ari."
Title: Goodby, Aristotle
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, Dana/Scott (OCs), Aristotle (brief mention of John)
Rating: PG
Word Count:802
Summary: Time stamp for
billysgirl5, who wanted Keeper verse angst with Sam's reaction when Aristotle dies. This is pure angst, and I am bawling. Just so you know. Several months after When My Soul Floats Away.A/Ns & Warnings: Seriously? I cried. But I may be PMSing. I don't know. *pets poor Sammy and Aristotle*
Rembrandt was whining, his cold nose on Sam's leg under the blanket. Sam brushed him away, but the damn dog came right back, his whimper louder. "Dean, your dog." Sam growled, but before Dean was even awake, Rembrandt jumped up on top of Sam, barking and shoving his face into Sam's.
Sam opened his eyes and got an immediate wave of now now now now from the giant chocolate lab, followed by an image of Aristotle.
"Ari?" Remmy jumped down and Sam was on his feet, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he navigated his way down the stairs.
Aristotle lay in her bed, her eyes moving to follow Sam's approach, even if she didn't lift her head. Remmy rubbed noses with her and Sam got his usual big which was Remmy's idea of who Sam was.
He went to his knees beside her. "Hey girl." His hand stroked over her back and she whined, twitching, but not really moving much. Sam reached out for her, could feel the pain, the age.
He let his senses surround her and got a clingy feeling, like she was holding on to him. Tears filled his eyes as he laid down beside her, covering her in warmth and love to ease some of the pain in her bones. "It's okay girl. It's okay. I'm here."
He'd known it was coming, known he was going to lose her since before his father died, and that had only been a few months. Her arthritis had gotten worse, her body starting to give out even though in her head she was still strong and protective.
Sam didn't wipe at the tears, just let them fall as his hands stroked over her trembling body. Remmy paced around them, whining.
"Sam?"
He didn't move, just reached for Dean with his mind. Dean's body curled around his, spooned up to him, his arm reaching over Sam to lay against Ari's head. Sam could feel her body stiffening. She whined and wormed her head closer. He got a strong sense of home and love and the same clinging sensation. He sent back calm and love and we're okay.
She shuddered, whimpered. "It's okay girl. You go. I don't want you to hurt anymore." Sam whispered. Remmy came and laid where he could put his nose on her hip. Sam could almost feel him telling Aristotle that he would look after her people.
"Go on." Sam barely got the words out. His breath shuddered through him as her eyes closed and her heart slowed. Sam pressed his forehead to hers, whispering goodbyes as he felt her go. There was a brief flash of pain, then relief flooding through her as she separated from her body. He got an image of an open field and blue skies and suddenly, his father, calling Aristotle to him.
Sam sobbed and curled forward, gathering her limp body into his arms. It was fitting, John Winchester had given Ari to him all those years ago, now he'd take her too.
He could feel her body starting to cool in his arms and sat up slowly. Dean's hand rubbed over his back softly. "You get that?" Sam asked through his tears.
Dean kissed his neck, his own face wet with tears. "Yeah. Dad."
Sam eased Aristotle back into her bed and got up off the floor. Dean hugged him, held him. Their minds twined around one another, memories of Ari flowing back and forth, from Dean's reluctance to accept her, to the puppies she'd had, to her protective nature and any number of lazy days in the sun, games at the park, cuddling Sam when he was so very broken.
She'd seen him through some incredibly tough times, as much family to him as Dean or Dana or his father. Sam wiped his face again. "We should call Dana."
Dean nodded. "I'll do it. Want me to start some coffee?"
It was really early, barely dawn, but Sam nodded. He wouldn't be sleeping again for a while. He set about gathering Ari's things. They'd already planned for this, had a place picked out. He would give Dana time to say goodbye and lay Aristotle to rest where she was always the happiest.
Scott and Dana stood hand in hand as Dean put the finishing touches on the grave, the stone with Aristotle's name engraved on it settled into the dirt. The shady corner of the yard had always been her place to lay and watch while Sam was reading or working in the yard. It gave her full view of the yard and the house.
Now she could lay there forever. Keep watch over them.
Dean slid his arms around Sam. Remmy sniffed at the stone and sat with his feet between Sam's feet and Dean's.
"Good bye, Ari."
