Disclaimer: I wished I owned them... *Turns her own puppy eyes on Kripke*
The stray was scrawny and matted, gently pleading eyes of an animal that had gone so long without simple kindnesses- a scratch behind the ears, a belly rub.
Sam met his brother's gaze in the same puppy dog manner, overwhelmingly sympathetic, silently asking to be allowed to help.
"You know what Dad says about wasting food."
Dean reminded him of the rules, pushed his half empty fast food carton toward his brother, trusting Sam to do the right thing.
Pretended not to notice the small hand that slipped below sight or the contented snuffling
from under the table.
A/N: Because I just can't resist Softie!Dean, or Sam for that matter ^^;