Hey, so personalized Drabble, yeah? You know me girly but if you have any questions just ask. Dean, please :) how about me bringing home a bunch of puppies one day because I just couldn't resist. Anything else you feel inspired to include. Lotsa fluff please! :) you rock, Talia! 😘
Title: Too cute to resist
Pairing: Sydney x Dean
Warning(s): Cute fluff, swearing, Sam being overprotective of puppies
Word Count: 487 words
A/N: So. Tryna get back into the swing of things with a couple (horribly) overdue drabbles. Yikes. Wish me luck!
The first sign that something’s wrong is that it’s quiet.
Dean frowns, a mix of suspicion and apprehension slithering up his spine. His hand reaches out blindly and closes around one of the Men of Letters’ archive books, a dusty old thing (not that he cares). He rounds the corner quickly, book raised and ready to strike at whoever tried to break in…
Or whatever, more like.
Sydney grins sheepishly, holding a squirming golden yellow ball of fur. Sam’s sitting next to her, with not one, but three puppies in his lap. All he can do is stare, trying to figure out why there were four puppies in the bunker.
“I can explain!” Sydney blurts, light pink dusting her pale cheeks, and a tuft of her blond hair (almost identical to the puppy’s too) falls across her face.
“Wh- How- Why… What?” Is all Dean can manage. His brain is still trying to wrap around the concept of four – f o u r – puppies, in his safe haven. “Sam what the hell?” he demands, and Sydney makes a noise of protest, standing up with the puppy cradled in her arms.
Dean wants to protest, he should. Dogs were always more of Sam’s thing, not his. He doesn’t want to be cleaning fur out of his jacket, jeans, shirts, floor, out of Baby, all the damn time. He really should protest… but Sydney’s dark green eyes sparkled with hope, and her pout – damn that pout– makes his heart soften towards the pups.
“I picked them up in a box from the river,” she blurts, and Dean’s ripped from his introspective daydream about his girlfriend. Who’s currently puppy-eyeing him with a puppy. Rude.
“And….? Why are they here?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer (he’s hoping she won’t keep all four, but chances are slim).
“And I couldn’t leave Bailey, Sadie, Buffy and Bones all alone in the cold!” Sydney almost whines, and Dean knows he has no hope in hell of getting her to give up the dogs. She’s already freaking named them.
Sam laughs, letting the dogs crawl all over him while they explore their new territory. Dean can’t help but chuckle a little because they are kind of cute, and they are fluffy and–
“Oh my god I knew you’d love the puppies! This is Buffy,” Sydney giggles while Dean struggles not to accidentally drop and kill the small wriggling ball of fur suddenly plopped into his arms.
“Syd-babe- some help would be nice!” he yells, and Sydney picks the dog up effortlessly, watching as a now very disgruntled Dean brushes himself off. “Keep them outta my room,” he huffs, stomping off to take a shower.
(Dean totally lets Buffy into his room that night, because those two flailing seconds was enough for him to like that puppy over the others, and maybe they really are too cute to resist. Just Maybe.)