Sam couldn’t help but think about all the times he’d asked, begged, even, for a dog as a kid. Yeah, okay, weird that it was Dean, but still, there was a certain comfort in petting a dog, in feeling him put his whole weight against you and let out that deep-chested contented sigh.
His attention slid back to the laptop, the screen filled with a police report and some CCTV footage Dean had snagged by convincing the girl at the gas station that he was with Animal Control. There had been a dog at the scene, it was close enough for a nineteen year old who had looked at his older brother with uncontained lust. According to the police report, the guy had been found dead, near drained of blood, with his tongue ripped out.