Supernatural Imagines

Dog Days Sam Winchester X Reader

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DOS GRANDES COSAS IMPORTANTES AL FINAL (2 MAJOR THINGS AT THE END) FROM AUTHOR THAT YOU GUYS JUST MIGHT THOROUGHLY ENJOY AND BE REALLY HAPPY ABOUT.

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As a lonely hunter, you yearned for a companion, and isn't a dog man's best friend? You adopted a small dalmatian from a pet shelter and named him Pongo after 101 Dalmatians. He grew up mighty fine, had a high and proud manner like you did. He and you would parade around the streets, occasionally checking out that sexy man hunk or perfect poodle. He knew you left for nights, even days for reasons unkown during the week. He didn't know why, but he could take care of himself, he was trained that way. Plus he was a shelter dog, he knew what it felt like to be abandoned and forgotten.

"Hey bud, whatda ya say we go for a walk?" You grabbed his firetruck red leash and held it up. He bounced around excitedly and barked. You also grabbed your tennis ball, since you couldn't run around forever like he could. "Yeah, yeah calm down." You hooked it on his collar, as he lead you out the door of your motel. You knew a large park near by the motel, perfect for your dog to play catch and blow a little steam.

The air was cool, but perfect for a t-shirt, little wind, sunny, and not a cloud in sight. Perfect day out for a hunter like you, it was the little things you had left to cherish in this world that held away truths.

"Sweet," You spoke to yourself, "It's even fenced in for the dogs. Considering you like to run away dontcha? Gonna go get some booty, but not today boy." You patted his head, as he stuck out his tongue and panted.

You entered the fenced in area and let Pongo run free, he darted off, cirlcing the perimeter and weaving between fences and other dogs. You took a seat on the park bench, closing your eyes and letting the wind blow through your hair.

"Excellent." You hummed. You periodically opened your eyes to make sure Pongo wasn't humping the other dogs, as he sometimes does.

You heard him bark, and he was closer than you expected which interrupted your dazing.

"JESUS! Pongo! What?" You said, frazzled. You was staring intently at the ball in your hand. "Oh, I see." You grinned and stood up. "Sick em boy!" You threw the ball as far as you could, not paying attention to where you launched it.

BAM!

It nailed a long haired stranger right in the temple. You gasped, and ran over to him.

"I'm so sorry sir, I didn'tmeantodothatIwasn'tpayi-" You looked up at him, almost breaking your neck in the process, and gasped. "Handsome.." You whispered.

"Oh Its fine, I guess. Just scared me that's all." He said as he rubbed the same spot it hit him.

"O-oh. Soo..." You happened to glance over and saw Pongo trying to get frisky with a German Sheppard. "PONGO!" You snapped and ran over.

"Is he yours?" The man asked.

"Yeah, Pongo. He just doesn't have any self control." You replied, hooking his leash on him.

"And this ones mine." He patted the Sheppard on the head.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry again." You blushed, way to go (Y/N).

"It's alright," He chuckled. "His name's Riot."

"His? Pongo, you never told me!" You giggled and pet him teasingly.

"The names Sam, Sam Winchester." He held out his hand.

"(Y/N) (Y/L)." You shook it. "But you sound awfully familiar, like are you famous or something?"