based on my own headcanon and conversations with jealoussam
Nobody in their right mind would lie to their brother about some special farmer’s market two hours away just so they can sneak away and meet some shady guy with a mohawk on the side of I-40 who just happens to be selling miniature Yorkshire terrier puppies out of a fucking minivan.
Then again, Sam hasn’t really felt like he’s in his “right mind” since he started seeing visions of the future nearly a decade ago. So yeah. Maybe he sneaked out of their new fancy lair and is now on his way back with a sleeping 1-pound puppy in a crate in the passenger seat. Maybe.
"All right, T-Rex, no barking when we get inside, OK? We have to stay quiet so my scary big brother doesn’t make me take you back." As if T-Rex was actually capable of barking. Sam imagines she probably has more of a small yelp for a voice. In any case, she’s still sound asleep.
Sam and T-Rex manage to get all the way to their room without seeing any sign of the no-dogs-allowed tyrant. He sets her crate down and makes sure the home he made for her in the bottom drawer of his dresser is ready for her before he lets her out. Of course, she’s still asleep, so he scoops her up in his palm and sets her down gently on the assortment of tiny baby blankets in the drawer. She yawns and adjusts herself to get comfortable before falling right back asleep.
Sam sits cross-legged on the floor and stares at her for half an hour. She’s absolutely goddamn perfect.