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Entry tags:
Puppies, Puppies Everywhere, Supernatural, Keeper Verse, PG
Title: Puppies Puppies Everywhere
Characters: Sam/Dean, Aristotle (the dog) & her puppies, Dana (the daughter),
Rating: PG (established wincest relationship)
Words: 1000
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by my friend M. Dana is 12 / Aristotle is 3; Puppies are 4 weeks old.
Warning: I am not kidding about the sweet. Am said it is sweeter than cotton candy. Posted because I wrote filthy porn so this is the balance to that. My part of today's Am & Jack schmoop challenge. Follows Aristotle2
. (Any connection of alpha female pup Catie to another Katy is purely coincidental *g*)
Four Weeks Old
Sam looked out the kitchen window. Dean was chasing the puppies around the backyard. The boy, Dean called him 'Chip', raced for the chair. The runt, 'Chloe', had hidden under the towel. But the ever-hyper 'Catie' was game. She raced for his foot, approaching Dean from his back, attempting a sneak attack. He pretended not to notice Catie's approach. She nipped his ankle and he reached down to scoop her up. She yelped and flashed puppy teeth. Sam swore he could hear her laugh as she moved her tiny puppy legs as fast as possible in retreat.
Dean reached for the towel and swept both towel and Chloe up with one hand tightly wrapped around her belly. Dean flipped the towel off and kissed her head. She licked his nose.
Dean walked over to the chair. Chip seemed to believe that sitting under the chair made him invisible. Sam smiled; Chip was a beautiful puppy, shiny black with bright eyes, but it was clear he did not inherit his Mom's smarts.
Dean humored Chip by calling, "Where are you Chippie, my boy?" Chip was shaking with excitement. In one smooth move, Dean swept Chip up with his other hand, bestowing a kiss on the nose before pulling Chip into his chest next to Chloe, holding them both in his left hand. They huddled together, Chip licking Chole's ears in greeting.
"Ok my sweet Catie, where did you run to?" Dean shouted in a sing-song voice.
Dean only had been taking them outside the last couple of days. But, Catie had caught on quick, really quick actually, and hiding from Dean had become her favorite thing, probably surpassing Mom's milk. She had learned within five minutes that racing to the bushes was her best bet in the 'make Dean hunt me' game. And interestingly, she picked a different bush each time, hiding herself in a different position as well.
On the second day of the game, Dean honestly couldn't find her and it was getting cold outside. Dean had to confess defeat and Aristotle was let out to reign in her errant pup. Aristotle tossed Dean a 'you call yourself a big bad hunter look', marched into the bushes and plucked up Catie with her mouth and marched back into the house, her butt to Dean and tail wagging. Sam thought he would damage an internal organ he was laughing so hard. Dean had moped all night until Sam gave him a conciliatory blow job to make it all better.
Inside the kitchen, Aristotle jumped up on the chair to look outside. Sam figured Aristotle enjoyed the brief respite during the Dean and puppy time. After four weeks, who could blame her for enjoying a bit of time away from the ever present puppy suckling? Sam patted her head. "Well, Ari my girl, Chip and Chloe have been captured. But, Catie went for the bushes. Think he'll find her today?"
Aristotle leaned into Sam's hand then reached her mouth to lick him. They both stared intently out the window.
Dean had circled the bushes from behind today, perhaps trying to get downwind of Catie. He leaned over and scanned the first grouping of bushes, the ones Catie had retreated toward. But, then in a flash, he rushed over to the second set of bushes, bent over and plucked her up. She growled in mock anger and squirmed, trying to get free. "Gotcha, you little devil." He kissed her nose and she bit him on the chin in response.
Sam said to Aristotle, "Round three to Dean but she does get bonus points for biting him." Aristotle wagged her tail in response.
The kitchen door opened and Dean reached for a towel and wrapped the puppies in it and passed them to Sam.
"I swear Sam, didn't I tell you to keep these puppies away from me?" Dean scowled.
Sam choked down a laugh as he rubbed the puppies to make sure they were warm and dry. He plopped them down to a waiting Ari who sniffed them all. The puppies tried to jump up to nurse. Ari marched over to the corner, laid down and allowed the puppies access to dinner.
Sam turned to Dean. "Dude, I don't remember forcing you to take the puppies outside to play with them. Actually, I don't remember asking you to do anything related to puppy care this whole past month."
Dean handed Sam a beer, opened one himself. Sam continued, "Anyway, I have been contacted by people who want them so they'll be out of here in a couple of weeks."
"WHAT?" Dean slammed down his beer on the counter and glared at Sam, mouth hanging open.
"I've found homes for them, good ones."
"You're sending them away? As if we don't want them?" Dean stepped toward Sam.
Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Dean, you have done nothing but complain about the puppies since you found out they were arriving. We can't possibly keep them. I thought you'd be thrilled that I've found them homes."
"Even Catie?" Dean's tone sounded very similar to how a five year old would sound if faced with losing his puppies.
"I told you not to name them," Sam chastised.
Dean regained a bit of composure. "Dana will be crushed. I know she wants them…at least Catie."
Sam shook his head. "I've talked to Dana and she understands. Each of the families agreed to let us visit. Dana is okay with that."
Sam was unsure whether to laugh or not. How had Dean had got the idea that they'd keep them? Sam knew, despite the frequent, vociferous protestations Dean was attached, deeply attached. Oh, he grumbled about puppy whining but insisted they sleep next to the bed so they were close by. And he was helping with housebreaking them. Sam had even caught him reading to them one night when they were two weeks old, the three puppies and Dean huddled on the couch with Ari resting near the fireplace.
"Dean, do you want to keep one or more of them?" Sam asked.
Dean considered this. "No, you're right…we really can't." Dean picked up his beer and drank, turned to leave the room. Before exiting, he turned around, "I can visit Catie, right? And, I'm telling you right now, if she doesn't look happy, we're taking her back."
Characters: Sam/Dean, Aristotle (the dog) & her puppies, Dana (the daughter),
Rating: PG (established wincest relationship)
Words: 1000
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by my friend M. Dana is 12 / Aristotle is 3; Puppies are 4 weeks old.
Warning: I am not kidding about the sweet. Am said it is sweeter than cotton candy. Posted because I wrote filthy porn so this is the balance to that. My part of today's Am & Jack schmoop challenge. Follows Aristotle2
. (Any connection of alpha female pup Catie to another Katy is purely coincidental *g*)
Four Weeks Old
Sam looked out the kitchen window. Dean was chasing the puppies around the backyard. The boy, Dean called him 'Chip', raced for the chair. The runt, 'Chloe', had hidden under the towel. But the ever-hyper 'Catie' was game. She raced for his foot, approaching Dean from his back, attempting a sneak attack. He pretended not to notice Catie's approach. She nipped his ankle and he reached down to scoop her up. She yelped and flashed puppy teeth. Sam swore he could hear her laugh as she moved her tiny puppy legs as fast as possible in retreat.
Dean reached for the towel and swept both towel and Chloe up with one hand tightly wrapped around her belly. Dean flipped the towel off and kissed her head. She licked his nose.
Dean walked over to the chair. Chip seemed to believe that sitting under the chair made him invisible. Sam smiled; Chip was a beautiful puppy, shiny black with bright eyes, but it was clear he did not inherit his Mom's smarts.
Dean humored Chip by calling, "Where are you Chippie, my boy?" Chip was shaking with excitement. In one smooth move, Dean swept Chip up with his other hand, bestowing a kiss on the nose before pulling Chip into his chest next to Chloe, holding them both in his left hand. They huddled together, Chip licking Chole's ears in greeting.
"Ok my sweet Catie, where did you run to?" Dean shouted in a sing-song voice.
Dean only had been taking them outside the last couple of days. But, Catie had caught on quick, really quick actually, and hiding from Dean had become her favorite thing, probably surpassing Mom's milk. She had learned within five minutes that racing to the bushes was her best bet in the 'make Dean hunt me' game. And interestingly, she picked a different bush each time, hiding herself in a different position as well.
On the second day of the game, Dean honestly couldn't find her and it was getting cold outside. Dean had to confess defeat and Aristotle was let out to reign in her errant pup. Aristotle tossed Dean a 'you call yourself a big bad hunter look', marched into the bushes and plucked up Catie with her mouth and marched back into the house, her butt to Dean and tail wagging. Sam thought he would damage an internal organ he was laughing so hard. Dean had moped all night until Sam gave him a conciliatory blow job to make it all better.
Inside the kitchen, Aristotle jumped up on the chair to look outside. Sam figured Aristotle enjoyed the brief respite during the Dean and puppy time. After four weeks, who could blame her for enjoying a bit of time away from the ever present puppy suckling? Sam patted her head. "Well, Ari my girl, Chip and Chloe have been captured. But, Catie went for the bushes. Think he'll find her today?"
Aristotle leaned into Sam's hand then reached her mouth to lick him. They both stared intently out the window.
Dean had circled the bushes from behind today, perhaps trying to get downwind of Catie. He leaned over and scanned the first grouping of bushes, the ones Catie had retreated toward. But, then in a flash, he rushed over to the second set of bushes, bent over and plucked her up. She growled in mock anger and squirmed, trying to get free. "Gotcha, you little devil." He kissed her nose and she bit him on the chin in response.
Sam said to Aristotle, "Round three to Dean but she does get bonus points for biting him." Aristotle wagged her tail in response.
The kitchen door opened and Dean reached for a towel and wrapped the puppies in it and passed them to Sam.
"I swear Sam, didn't I tell you to keep these puppies away from me?" Dean scowled.
Sam choked down a laugh as he rubbed the puppies to make sure they were warm and dry. He plopped them down to a waiting Ari who sniffed them all. The puppies tried to jump up to nurse. Ari marched over to the corner, laid down and allowed the puppies access to dinner.
Sam turned to Dean. "Dude, I don't remember forcing you to take the puppies outside to play with them. Actually, I don't remember asking you to do anything related to puppy care this whole past month."
Dean handed Sam a beer, opened one himself. Sam continued, "Anyway, I have been contacted by people who want them so they'll be out of here in a couple of weeks."
"WHAT?" Dean slammed down his beer on the counter and glared at Sam, mouth hanging open.
"I've found homes for them, good ones."
"You're sending them away? As if we don't want them?" Dean stepped toward Sam.
Sam ran his hands through his hair. "Dean, you have done nothing but complain about the puppies since you found out they were arriving. We can't possibly keep them. I thought you'd be thrilled that I've found them homes."
"Even Catie?" Dean's tone sounded very similar to how a five year old would sound if faced with losing his puppies.
"I told you not to name them," Sam chastised.
Dean regained a bit of composure. "Dana will be crushed. I know she wants them…at least Catie."
Sam shook his head. "I've talked to Dana and she understands. Each of the families agreed to let us visit. Dana is okay with that."
Sam was unsure whether to laugh or not. How had Dean had got the idea that they'd keep them? Sam knew, despite the frequent, vociferous protestations Dean was attached, deeply attached. Oh, he grumbled about puppy whining but insisted they sleep next to the bed so they were close by. And he was helping with housebreaking them. Sam had even caught him reading to them one night when they were two weeks old, the three puppies and Dean huddled on the couch with Ari resting near the fireplace.
"Dean, do you want to keep one or more of them?" Sam asked.
Dean considered this. "No, you're right…we really can't." Dean picked up his beer and drank, turned to leave the room. Before exiting, he turned around, "I can visit Catie, right? And, I'm telling you right now, if she doesn't look happy, we're taking her back."