You stepped into the bunker late one night, trying to be quiet to not wake anyone. But of course Sam had stayed up to do research, lifting his head as he heard you come in. His greeting smile dropped into confusion when he saw the small form wiggling beneath your jacket. A small puppy poking its head out of the opening. He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Don’t tell Dean.” You blurt out, hugging the puppy closer to your body heat as it lets out a small whine.

Sam laughs softly, shaking his head. “A dog? Where’d you even find that?” He stands up, abandoning his research to walk over to you. His large hand softly petting the puppy’s small head. You thought he’d be more pissed but he was surprisingly tender, a softness in his gaze you hadn’t seen in a while.