New Years
Tonight was New Years Eve at the bunker. Sam went out with Charlie for some nerdy party convention. That left me and Dean to ring in the New Year on our own.
Instead of doing anything interesting, we sat on the couch watching the movie "It's A Wonderful Life". Well I say that we "sat", what I mean is, I laid on top of him and fawned over puppy had gotten me for Christmas.
The little fluff ball was trying to figure out what he was standing on. I mean he knew he was standing on my chest, but I think my soft shirt was throwing him for a loop.
The puppy sneezed and fell on it little butt. I made a cliché "Awww" noise. And Dean laughed, he stopped twisting the little faux diamond stud in my third piercing, to pet the puppy.
"We still haven't picked a name for him yet," Dean said, as the little puppy licked his fingers, and bounced on my tummy excitedly.
"I can't pick one," I scratched behind his ears. He was a German Shepard puppy, he was gonna be a big scary, but lovable guard dog for me. Now that I can't hunt anymore, I needed a buddy other than the boys to help me out.
On our last hunt that I got to be there for, we were all seriously hurt, but me more than anyone. I lost my left leg from the knee down. At first I was upset, then I was mad because I couldn't run or maneuver all smoothly as I need to, to be a hunter. So I had to become a Stay-at-home-hunter.
"We could call him... Bobby..."
"Um no.... If we name anything after Bobby it's going to be our first born son, not my dog," I replied.
Dean laughed, "I guess you're right. What ideas have you got?" He asked.
"Well, there is one that really sticks out in my head..."
"Let's here it,"
"I don't know where it's come from but I like the name Atta,"
"Atta?"
"Yeah... I mean I know in Lord of the Rings, the Elvish word for Father is Adar, shortened to Ada for Dad or Daddy... I dunno it jut sounds cute, with the two T's,"
"You should have gone to the nerd convention with Sam and Charlie," he laughed.
"Oh shut up," I said flicking his nose. He kissed my finger and went back to absentmindedly twisting my earring.
"What do you think, Atta? You like that name?" The puppy perked up, and barked.
"There we go, Atta agrees with me. That's his name," I said with finality, just as the clock struck midnight.
Dean kissed my lips, "whatever you want, babe," and kissed me again.
