"I don't know how you get into these kinda situations, Sammy."
The puppy growls, nipping at the large, calloused hand trying to pick him up. Dean rolls his eyes and grabs at Sam's sides, "Alright, alright. I get it. I probably should have made sure she wasn't a witch before I mentioned anything about your puppy eyes."
Another sharp nip - OW, puppy teeth are sharp damnit - and Dean nearly drops his little brother. "Okay, and I probably shouldn't have left her high and dry."
The Sam-puppy huffed his agreement, looking up at Dean with wide brown puppy eyes. Dean had to admit, his brother made a cute puppy.
"OW!"
He... probably shouldn't have said that out loud.