Walks Please
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.
“Let’s go on that walk then.”
~Fin~