"Not this again," Sam groaned.

"But we're retired –"


Dean slumped back in his chair, looking sulky. "Buzz kill."

Sam rolled his eyes, got up from the table and went to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee.

Dean tried again, tone wheedling. "Sammy…"

Sam looked at him, sighed. "Dean, if we do this…"

Dean brightened.

"…it can't just be me doing all the work."

"Deal," Dean said instantly.

"Fine." Sam blew out a defeated breath. "But we're getting it from a shelter. No breeders."

"Yes!" Dean jumped up and threw his arms around his brother. "Puppy time!"