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"She was cold, I didn't know what to do," The youngest Winchester peeped up, eyes drifting to the floor to his brother's feet. "C'mon, Dean, she's small and hungry. We can keep her for a night and then find a shelter. Please."
Dean sighed heavily rubbing his temple, as he listened to Sam he ground his teeth. Really? Why did Sam have to look/be so innocent when it came to wanting things? "Sam..." Dean started, looking up to meet Sam's gaze.
Puppy eyes.
It was those damn puppy eyes.
His lips turned into a flat line, lowering his head, "Fine. Fine. She can stay. Just this once."
