Puppy!Sam lives in your lap, whether you like it or not.
It doesn't matter what's happening, time of day, apocalypse, he always finds you.
Sometimes you're tired after a hunt of forcing everyone to have a lazy day and you sprawl out on the couch, and Sam pounces.
He's not strategic like a cat, he's just this big, fluffy ball of love that's far too big to flop on top of you, and yet he does.
The only warning you get is the overjoyed call of your name when he finds you, then, there's no turning back.
He plops down on you, long arms and legs caging your body under his. He takes no initiative to hold himself over you, just his full weight crushing your rib cage.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, nuzzling closer and whispering. How much he missed you, never to leave him alone - for twenty minutes - again, how much he loves you.
Your hands drift up to his sides, trying to gently push him off, or at least hold him above you.
No luck of course.
Eventually, you concede. Breathing isn't necessary or anything. At least Sam doesn't seem to think it is.
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Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 634
Oringally posted under : crowleysplaythings
Warnings : Role play, Public nudity, public urination.
Square filled : Puppy play
Written for @spnkinkbingo
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Climbing out of bed, you stretched your arms up over your head, got onto your toes with a yawn and arched your back a bit. Cracking your neck, you grabbed a t-shirt off your dresser as you went past and headed for the kitchen. You smiled at the sound of your puppy following behind.
As you stood at the counter, making yourself a coffee, he sat down next to you and looked up at you. “Were you a good boy last night?” You glanced down at how his bottom wiggled, and you smiled. “Do you need to go outside?”
He nudged at your leg with his snout, and you let out a soft chuckle. Finishing up your coffee, you pulled on the t-shirt, then patted your thigh as you headed for the front door, coffee in hand.
“Go on.” You told him, as you opened the front door.
Watching him hurry out with urgency, you smiled, and sipped your coffee. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced up. It was still pretty early in the morning, most people wouldn’t be leaving for work for a bit longer, but there were some early birds out. And they gawked, as they always did.
You winked at a delivery man, as he eyed your thighs. The way you were leaning on the door frame, your shirt was bunched just above your hip on one side, which meant your lace panties hugging your hip were on display. And he was eyeing them.
The neighbors wife, however, stared wide eyed at your puppy, as he found a place along the fence, lifted his leg and took a piss. He never went on the paper in the house, preferring to wait until you woke up to relieve himself. You didn’t mind. It was easier this way anyways. Though the neighbors weren’t thrilled. Well, maybe his wife didn’t mind, but you grinned when he came out to drag her back inside.
Your puppy ignored the looks, the people who stopped by the fence and muttered for a moment, and he came back over to you. “Done? Do you need to shit?” He gave his head a shake, making his droopy ears flap slightly. “Alright. In. You hungry, boy?”
He hurried in ahead of you, and you followed, shutting the door and going back to the kitchen to make breakfast.
“I bet you are.” You gave his head a pat as he waited patiently by the counter where you would be cooking. “What can we have today..” You headed for the fridge. “How does bacon and eggs sound?” He let out a woof and you smiled. “Bacon and eggs it is.”
He sat patiently by your side as you cooked up breakfast. Occasionally, you’d reach down and run your fingers through his hair, or he’d rub his head against your thigh.
Once you were done, you placed your food on the table, and his on the floor next to you. “Ready?” He nodded, and you sat on the chair, turning toward him and reaching behind to undo the buckles holding the mask on. “Better?” You asked as you set it down gently on the table. With the mask gone, he sat fully naked on the floor.
He nodded and gave your hand a lick, making you smile, before he got comfortable enough on the floor to eat.
Turning back towards the table, and crossing your legs, you began to eat as well. After a bit, you glanced back down at him. “You’ve been such a good boy, Sammy.” He looked up with a smile as he chewed, then went back to his plate.
You began to wonder, how long until his brother found him. And when Dean Winchester came knocking at your door, would you own another puppy? Was Dean a good boy too?
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Title: Walks Please
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean
Summary: Ticklish!Dean; (Part 1 of Puppy!Sam Verse) Dean accidentally turns Sammy into a puppy and Sammy wants walks. He shall have the walks!
“Not now, Sammy,” Dean muttered, laying on his bed with a sigh. His back ached and his feet hurt. He shook off his shoes and felt relief as the memory foam mattress curved perfectly around his body, soothing the hurt he felt. A small whimper at the edge of the bed made Dean groan and glance at the young Australian Shepherd with those familiar hazel puppy eyes.
It was an accident. All honesty, it was. Sam and Dean were exploring the bunker and found a room they hadn't discovered before. And for good reason, Dean guesses. It was like another storage department but for all things beyond weird. It was like being at the Hogwarts Potions Lab. It was freaky with all the vials of old things and unfinished experiments.
“Hey Sammy, check this out!” Dean called, holding a vial that was purple with specks of brown and green in it. “This is so freaky.”
“Don't touch anything,” Sam sighed, sounding exasperated. “We don't know what any of this stuff is. It could be dangerous.”
“Worry wart,” Dean muttered. He turned to see the liquid more clearly in the light but misjudged how close his brother was to him, knocking right into his little brother. And the vial splat it contents right on Sam’s face. “SHIT!”
Dean watched with fascinated horror as Sam groaned in pain, hunching over. Dean went to reach for his brother but jerked away as Sam snarled angrily, body collapsing to the floor. His little brother was shrinking and changing in size and color. Soon, just a lump of clothing was in front of him.
“Oh my god...I disintegrated my brother,” Dean chocked out. A second later, a small black nose eased out from the bundle, followed by the rest of an adorable little puppy. Dean gaped, heart pounding at how small his brother now was. “Sammy?”
The puppy looked up at Dean and let out a small, happy yelp, bounding over and pawing at Dean’s leg. Dean easily picked up the little mutt and cuddle him to his chest. Sam licked Dean’s cheek and nose, ignoring Dean’s playful groaning and nuzzled against his big brother’s chest.
Since then, Dean had been taking care of his puppy brother and it was exhausting. It seemed Sam remembered who Dean was but other than that, he truly was a little puppy. Castiel was sort of a big help, especially with talking about the necessities Sam needed and what breed. The kid was so cute and was about 3 months old.
Dean realized that Sammy needed a lot of attention and realized he couldn't always control his actions but honestly. He couldn't walk the kid every 25 minutes. He needed some rest, especially since he needed to get hunts done. He was looking for a cure and Cas offered to watch Sam when Dean needed to get out of the house.
Dean had just finished a hunt which led them to where they were now. Sam wanted to go on a walk with Dean, he wanted to be with his big brother but Dean was so freaking tired and he didn't want to do anything but sleep. Sam, obviously, didn't agree with this. The puppy let out a small bark, jerking Dean from where he’s been dozing.
“C’mon Sam, please. Just a few more minutes. I know you don't have to pee.”
The puppy shifted cutely but went forward and started tugging on Dean’s bed sheets, tiny growls escaping him. Dean looked over, a small smile on his face at how freaking cute this baby was. The puppy was black with a dash of white down his forehead and around his snout, a tan brown over his eyes and white along his chest and little legs.
Dean leaned down and scooped up the puppy before laying back down, holding his precious bundle to his chest, petting the floppy ears. Sam maybe a puppy but sometimes Dean was sure he was a cat because Sam made a purring noise every time. Sam licked at Dean’s fingers before shooting to Dean’s face, licking the scruffy cheek and up to his ears. Dean snorted, trying to hide his neck from the fluffy fur and slimy tongue.
“Stop it, Sammy!” Dean pulled the puppy back to his chest, soothing the hyperness away. “That’s seriously disgusting.”
Sam didn't seem to care and wiggled out of Dean’s arms and settled by Dean’s bare feet, on top of his legs. Dean let out a breath and closed his eyes again. Only to jerk awake again when a little, wet tongue swiped across his foot.
“Sammy,” Dean tried to warn, only to giggle when Sam did it again. And holy shit, it shouldn't tickle that much. The puppy’s tongue was gross and slimy but it created the familiar ticklish feelings that soon brought Dean to constant giggles. “Stop―Ahaha―Stop it, Sam! That's―hehe noho!―super weird!”
Sammy ignored the older man’s pleas and licked the rest of the sides of Dean’s foot before moving down and swiping his tongue in between Dean’s toes. Dean shrieked in surprise, twisting his hips frantically while trying to not jerk his feet in fear of hurting the small puppy
“Sahahammy! Ew! Thahat’s so grohohoss!”
When Dean wiggled his toes, Sam took it as a game and immediately attacked them with puppy nibbles and frantic tongue licking. Dean squealed, sitting up and forcing his hands under his bottom. He didn't want to hurt Sam if he grabbed him to harshly. Sam seemed to love tickling Dean’s toes but also nosed the soles of Dean’s feet and the underside of Dean’s toes.
“NAHAHA! SAHAHAM!” Dean cackled, desperately trying to hide his sensitive appendages from the determined puppy. “IHIHI―I’LL TAHAHAKE YOU ON AHAHA WAHAHALK! JUST STOHOHOP IT!”
At the mention of a walk, Sam jerked up and padded to Dean’s lap, sitting there patiently, little tongue hanging out of his mouth. Dean let out a small breath of relief, grimacing at the feel of puppy slime between his toes.
“Geez, you’re still a little bitch aren't you?” Dean teased, cupping the puppy’s jaw and kissing the top of his head, between the ears while also rubbing the soft fur there. Sam yelped as if to say ‘Jerk.’ It warmed Dean’s heart and he stood, carrying his baby brother to the door.
Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, the reader, a shit ton of puppies
Warnings: A ton of puppy dog fluff!
Summary: The reader and Sam decide that they want to adopt a dog!
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A/N: I needed to write this one, honestly I’m just so god damn stressed out about this SAT. Any love/support you guys wanna send my way is always appreciated:) Anyways, enjoy some cute Sam + puppy fluff!
“Oh my god Sam, THAT ONE!” You yell excitedly, grabbing your boyfriend’s arm and pulling him towards the cage of a particularly adorable puppy.
The two of you had been on the search for a new member of the Winchester/(Y/L/N) family all day. You’d gone to a few pet stores, but ended up preferring the dogs at a local rescue shelter right next to the bunker instead. It had been Sam’s idea to switch, he’d claimed that the animals living there were, “a little broken and a little messed up, just like us.”
You’d walked, pet, and played with dozens of puppies, each more wriggly and lovable than the last. One of your favorites was the one you had made Sam come over to see, a husky-retriever mix named Ozzie. His mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, were so unique that you had to show Sam. He found Ozzie just as interesting, and adorable, as you did. The only problem was that the younger Winchester had a favorite dog of his own, and Dean had made the two of you promise to only come home with one.
The two of you had wanted a dog for a while, and Dean had finally caved in to the idea of it. Sometimes you and Sam could get pretty immature, and the older Winchester would have to step up and be the adult of the family. Like the time you and Sam found a stray cat outside the motel? Dean had to deal with your whining for days after he said you couldn’t keep him. Or when you and Sam fought? All hopes of acting like the adults you were flew out the window, and it was pretty much hell for Dean until the two of you made up. But this time you’d finally wore the older Winchester down and he was on board with adding a fourth member to your makeshift family.
Watching Sam react to each adorable puppy after the next was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen. He always had a soft spot for dogs, and even owned one for a while before the two of you started dating. Granted, he’d literally named it Dog and, even though he loved Dog, had to give him to a friend of his before returning to hunting, he was still an animal lover at heart. Each dog after the next, Sam’s face would scrunch up and he’d give the dopiest grin to both you and the pup.
You loved how much your boyfriend loved animals, because it was one of the things you had in common. You, being an ex veterinarian, and him, being the animal lover that he was, would make the perfect pet owners. Dean would, of course, take care of the dog as well; but because was mildly allergic, most of the responsibility would fall on you and his brother.
“Holy shit, he’s so cute, (Y/N). Hi there!” Sam walked over to where you were now kneeling with your hand stuck between the bars of Ozzie’s cage, rubbing his stomach.
“Aww, Sammy look at his tail wagging!!” You crooned, reaching over to scratch behind Ozzie’s ear.
“What’s his name?”
“Ozzie!” You turned to him, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt, and silently praying Sam would want to take him home too.
“Aw, I like that name.” Sam chuckled, bending down next to you to pat Ozzie’s head through the bars.
“Let’s get him then!” You felt the excitement rise in your voice. Out of all the dogs in the shelter it was hard to choose just one, but you think you’d found the right one. It said on his cage that Ozzie was good with people and other dogs, liked traveling in cars, and was very protective of his owners- he already sounded like a hunter, all you and Sam had to do was make it official!
“Wait, babe, look at this one though.” Sam said, leading you across the room to a different cage. You looked back and Ozzie and silently promised to come back for him, you were utterly in love with that dog.
“Her name’s Lola and she’s really friendly, here, come and see.” Sam was pitching this dog to you like she was a company you were investing in. He seemed to know everything about Lola, from what other types of animals she likes or dislikes to her backstory- which was pretty sad. Apparently she was found in an abandoned building along with three brothers and sisters, and the rescuer had no idea how long she’d been living there.
When you first kneeled down at the cage, Lola came bounding right up to you. And when you stuck your hands between the bars, she immediately started licking them enthusiastically.
“See? She’s such a sweetheart,” Sam said, and looking up you saw him making heart eyes at the dog before you- this was the one he wanted to take home.
“Aww, Hi, cutie!” You baby talked to Lola, who was still licking and nuzzling your outstretched hands.
She really was a sweet dog, but so was Ozzie. While Ozzie had those beautiful, mismatched eyes, the details of Lola’s coat were so interesting. She was a black, fluffy dog, but had white spots on her forehead, stomach, and the tip of her tail. The splotch of white on her tail looked as though she dipped it in paint, and the one on her forehead was distinctly shaped like a star.
You were completely torn, and had fallen in love with both dogs just like Sam. It kind of made you sad that you could only get one of them, when they both so obviously needed loving homes and families to take care of them. You noticed how Sam picked up on this because he was feeling it too as he said, “It sucks we can only take one home with us.”
You sighed and stood up, “Yeah, they both would make pretty great hunters.”
Then a look you knew all too well moved on Sam’s face, he was up to something. A smug little smirk tugged at his lips and he wriggled his brow, making the dopiest faces at you, as he said, “You know... we could always just get both of them.”
"Dean would have a fit!” You laughed aloud at the thought of it, he’d be pissed if you came home with two dogs instead of one.
“Whatever, he can deal!” Sam shrugged it off and you could tell he’d already made up his mind.
“So we’re doing it?
“Hell yeah we are, babe!” He reached up to high five you, but you went for the kiss instead. Pulling him down to your lips and snaking your fingers through his hair, you didn’t care about the five other pet owners in the kennel watching- and definitely judging.
Ozzie and Lola Winchester (Y/L/N), they were the perfect fit for your makeshift little family, and Dean would fall in love with them soon enough- even if he was angry at first. The phrase, ‘Ask for forgiveness not permission’ was so popular for a reason, right?
