"How long?!" You scream at Sam, your boyfriend. He looks frustrated, "You were gone and I was drunk. It happened!" You throw your hands up in the air, "And you couldn't wait, Sam?!" He stood up from the sofa and moved closer to you, "(Y/N) I am telling you, I wanted to wait for you. But everything went out of control."
You roll your eyes, "Ugh, your such a light weight Sammy." He immediately glared at you, "It's Sam. I was Sammy when I was like twelve." You groan and look towards the source of your argument. She looked so darn innocent.
But after a few moments of your blood boiling, you finally relent, "How long till it grows back?" Your dog, Chica, had had a very stupid haircut by the Drunk Winchesters. Sam was obviously right when he said that he and Dean were drunk. A lot of alcohol bottles had been strewn throughout the bunker.
Sam looked at Chica, who was a Pomeranian. All her fluffy white hair was reduced to short spikes but she still looked so cute because of her face. He sits down and puts your dog in his lap and answers your question.
"Probably a year or so." You gasp in shock and sit down on the sofa next to him and say, "I hate you so much for this." He grinned which makes you smile and he says, "I highly doubt that. But I'm still going to keep loving you."
You smile and kiss him.
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