Summary: Reader decided to take her dog out for a walk, when suddenly, he jets.
Prompt: I had a dog named Jetson when I was younger, so I thought I’d tribute this to him <3
Word Count: 1,137
Warnings: Not a one
A/N: Sooo I’d actually written this a while back, but while I was editting all my works and my page, I noticed that the link to the old one didn’t work, so hopefully this one will :)
Looking from left to right, you scoped the hallway, making sure no one was near. Once you saw that the coast was clear, you tugged your small black beagle by the leash. “C’mon, bud. Let’s go,” you whispered to him.
He sprung up from his spot on the floor and was now alert. As he skipped out of the door, his dog tags clanked against the metal part of his collar loudly. “Damn it,” you cursed to yourself. Picking him up into your arms, you unleashed him from his restraint.
“Now, you have to stay with me, got it?” You kissed him on the top of his head and set him gently back on the ground. Slowly, you walked down the hall until you got to the stairwell door. You opened it with caution--just enough to poke your head through--assuring yourself that there was no one that would see you with your petite dog.
You let the door open fully, revealing tons of stairs. Of course, it was only two flights but that was surely more than enough for you. Jetson, of course, flew down them in no time. He may have been a little dog, but he had lots willpower.
With your phone in one hand and his leash in the other, you quickly jogged after him. You knew that if you got caught, you would have to sit in another long meeting with Dakota about how you ‘needed to hide your stinky canine from the business’. She said she would let you live in one of the apartments above her “organization” if you’d work for her. Of course, she told you that before you told her about your teeny plus-one. But because she was your cousin and knew that she couldn’t leave you to live on the streets of Dallas, she let you stay anyway. You had one condition, though: you’d have to keep the dog out of shop. You kept up your end of the bargain most times, but on occasions like this, you had to be a rule breaker.
Before Jetson could push through the double doors that led into the kitchen of your cousin Dakota’s coffee shop, you hoisted him into your arms and he let out a soft ‘ruff’. “Stay quiet, Jet,” you mumbled, hiding him in your utility jacket as much as possible. Strolling through the double doors, you kept your head down, trying to cease your existence. You bumped into a few people, but no one looked close enough at you to see a fur ball in your jacket.
A few feet from the door, you thought you had made it out without being caught, but then you heard a voice that was all too familiar shout, “Y/N!” You stopped dead in your tracks and let out a deep breath, rolling your eyes.
“Yes, Kodah?” Turning around, you saw her standing behind a shiny, metal counter with her arms tucked in each other across her chest. You swore to yourself that you were dead right there. She was going to make you pack up your shit and--
“If you’re going to take him down here, at least take him through the back, okay?”
You sighed and tilted your head back in relief. Walking over to her, you gave her a good one armed hug, squishing Jetson in between the two of you. “Oh my God. Thank you Kodah. You’re the best. I love you--”
“Got it, kid,” she laughed out, giving you a single pat on the head. With a head tilt towards the back door, she said, “Now get out of here.” You gave her one last smile and headed for the door.
Before stepping into the small alleyway, you put Jetson back on his leash and set him on the ground. When you closed the door behind you, the nice crisp Dallas air hit you in the face and you smiled, taking a deep breath. Before you could even catch a goosebump, though, the sun was there to warm you up. Oh, beautiful Dallas.
Across the street, you saw the large park that you usually brought Jetson to whenever you would walk him and solace fell over you. The heat was really getting to you. You almost cringed at the feeling of the sweat dripping down your back and hands, which made them clammy
.As you were crossing the street, you felt a strong blow hit your right shoulder that resulted into you losing your grip on Jetson’s leash. The man was running rapidly which made Jetson take off after him.
“No, Jetson!” you yelled, sprinting as fast as you could towards your dog. The man Jet was running after had looked back with an annoyed look. “Grab my dog!” you shouted at him, but he ignored you, running faster.
Jetson had finally caught up to him and began running right next to him, but they were far in front of you, you were positive you’d never be able to catch up.
“Jetson! Jet!”Suddenly, they stopped, but you never did. Some people gave you odd looks, but you didn’t care one bit. As long as you got your dog back, that’s all that mattered.
When you got a fair distance from them, you saw they had to stop because the pedestrian sign was letting the cars go. Jogging, you called out, “Sir!” The man finally turned to look at you, so you said something before he could turn away. “Can you grab my dog?” you asked, pointing towards Jetson.
He gave you a confused look, but looked towards where you showed him. A sudden embarrassment and shock came over him when he saw the small canine sitting next to his feet. Quickly, he picked him up as you finally got close to them.
“Thank you so much,” you sighed out exhaustion, grabbing Jet from this stranger’s hands.
“I’m sorry about all that,” he mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets, looking at Jetson. “I thought you were calling after me.” You hadn’t really gotten a look at him until he said that. His dirty blonde hair was spiked up, but some little parts were sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He looked at you and you saw his jade green orbs.
When you gave him a confused look, he further explained, holding his hand out, “My name’s Jensen.”
“Oh,” you said, raising your eyebrows and shaking his hand. “I’m sorry, no. This is Jetson,” you clarified, holding Jet up a little more.
You heard a ding and rustle which meant it must’ve been your turn to walk. Jensen tilted his head towards the street. “Walk with me and I’ll explain.” You only nodded your head, and he gave you a pretty smile, eyes crinkling. Maybe Jetson taking off wasn’t necessarily a bad thing
Happy Birthday @not-impala!! Hope you have a wonderful birthday!! Much love from your Supernatural family!!
“Y/N, when are you going to open your presents?” Your little cousin asked you, eyeing the table full of presents as if they were her own.
“Not until later. After we eat cake,” you promised her.
Your parents had thrown you a birthday party. Inviting friends and family, filling the place with laughter and good times. People were playing games off to the side, while your Dad cooked up dinner for everyone on his brand new barbeque.
Your Mom was the perfect hostess, while you wandered around, sipping on your lemonade. It seemed perfect, but it was missing something. Something your parents didn’t even know about.
A little sad about the fact, you went back inside, planning on switching your lemonade for a beer when the doorbell rang. Figuring everyone was already here, you had no idea who would be on the other side of the door.
Throwing open the door and pasting a smile on your face, it took you a minute to notice the FBI badges shoved in front of your face. “Excuse me Miss. But we heard there’s a loud party going on here.”
“It’s not that…, Sam! Dean!” You exclaimed, seeing the faces behind the badges. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Seems likes your Mom knows more than you think she does,” your Mom said from around the corner, smiling before she headed back outside.
“Your Mom invited us,” Sam explained. “Said she knew about us and wanted to make sure we were invited. Y/N, does that mean she knows you’re hunting?”
“Of course not. She must have just found your phone number in my nightstand in case my phone got broken again. I’ll have to talk to her about snooping, but right now I’m just so happy you guys are here!”
“Is that barbecue I smell?” Dean sniffed, before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Lead on!”
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