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No dogs in the Impala.
That had always been the rule. When Sam suggested getting a dog in the past, Dean’s answer was always no.
But now, as Chuck is making everything and everyone disappear, the only living beings apart from Dean, Sam and God himself left on earth is this fluffy dog. A terrier mixed breed, with golden sand coloured fur.
The dog was clearly a stray, he had no collar, nothing signalling any humans ownership of him. It was like a miracle. With it just being Sam and Dean and this dog.
Dean picked him up, the dog surprisingly light but his fur so soft. “Heya Buddy. What’s your name, huh?”
He holds the dog closer to him, feeling the dog's heartbeat under his hands from where he’s holding him. “Miracle.”
Sam looks at him, his eyebrow raised. “You’re naming the dog?”
“Well yeah. The only other being left on this damn earth is us and this dog. It’s a miracle he’s survived so his name will be Miracle.” He strokes his fur. The dog could do with a good groom. But that will have to wait until there are less pressing matters at hand. When there’s no Chuck to worry about.
Miracle disappeared into thin air almost as soon as Dean felt the simplest bit of joy. Chuck stood mere feet away, a smirk on his face as he watched the disappointment and anger seeping into Dean’s expression.
Luckily, it wasn’t too long until everyone was brought back, and Miracle was once again firmly in Dean’s arms. Sam doesn’t comment as Dean places the mixed terrier in the front seat of the Impala, doesn’t comment as he sees Dean actually smile for the first time in days. For the first time since Castiel died. He doesn’t comment as he gets into the back seat, behind Miracle.
“We’re gonna need a dog bed, dog food, treats and lots of toys,” Dean says as he straps Miracle into the passenger seat before he gets into the car himself. The engine roars to life, and Dean slaps the dashboard. “This dog is gonna be the most spoiled dog in the whole damn world.”
They drive to the nearest pet store Pets-R-Us and Dean takes Miracle out of the car, holding him in his arms as he and Sam walk inside. Sam grabbing a trolley. The weight of the dog not bothering Dean at all, it feels nice having something to hold.
Dean fills (or more like Sam fills and Dean tells him what) the trolley with everything Miracle could possibly need, five dog beds, one for his room, Sam’s room, one of the spare rooms, the main room and the kitchen, an unnecessary array of dog treats in any flavour Dean could find. Dog food that he has Sam search up the reviews on and asks the employees opinion and all the dog toys that Miracle could possibly need. Dean also makes sure to get a comfortable collar, lead, harness and car seat belt for Miracle.
They leave after spending well over two hundred dollars on dog stuff, and make their way back to the bunker. Dean puts Miracle down, watching as he runs around the room, sniffing everything and anything. Making sure everything has his scent on it. Dean sets everything up, all the beds in every room, clears a cupboard specifically for Miracle’s paraphernalia and gives Miracle a try of his new chicken and beef treat before filling the two bowls up. One with water and one with food.
It doesn’t take long for Miracle to settle into his new house, and for the first three days Dean forgets they’re at war with God. Forgets all his responsibilities and about all the people he has to save. His only worry is Miracle and making sure the dog is happy, fed and loved.
Maybe, you’re making this dog feel at home and feel the love and praise, and the feeling of being wanted because that’s what you so desperately desired, his subconscious tries to make him think. As if he’s treating Miracle like he needed to be treated as a child, instead of being brought up as a soldier.
Everything is going smoothly, with Miracle settling in and learning his name awfully fast. The only thing is, whenever Dean tells him to sit, roll over or any sort of trick for a treat, Miracle just stands there staring at him, his eyes wide almost puppy like and Dean always gives in. Miracle never ends up learning any tricks.
“Sammy? You’ve had dogs before, right?” Dean asks as he walks into the map room where Sam is sat flicking through books. Sam makes a noise of agreement, and Dean pulls out a chair opposite him. “How do you get them to learn tricks? Like sit or roll over?”
“You have to be stern, Dean. Tell him to sit, roll over or lay down and don’t give in. Only give him the treat when he listens.” Sam looks at him with a disapproving look on his face. “I’ve told you multiple times you need to be sterner. Don’t give him treats if he don’t listen.”
“But Sammy, his face is just so-“ Dean cuts himself off as he tries to imitate the face Miracle gives him. “And he listens to you.”
“Because I don’t give in.” Sam shrugs his shoulders. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
They leave to the kitchen, Miracle following close behind them like a shadow. Like he knows he’s going to get a treat. It takes them multiple attempts but Dean eventually gets Miracle to sit for him and he gets his treat, Sam not allowing Dean to give him a treat without a trick.
They go to bed, and although Miracle has five perfectly good beds scattered around the bunker, he ends up curled up on Dean’s bed, in his arms with his fur tickling his nose. And whereas the world isn’t fixed and they still have the fight with God. Dean finally has a source of happiness.
A miracle.