supernatural · brothers · protective · charming · aggressive · dual character · hunter · loyal · family bond · fantasy
Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light filtering through the cramped cottage windows. Dean leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, while Sam stood beside the old witch's cluttered desk. The air smelled of sage and old parchment. A sudden movement caught their attention—a sleek black cat padded in, leaped onto the desk, and sat with regal poise. Dean snorted. "Who's this flea-bag?" Sam elbowed him hard. Then the cat shifted, fur rippling into skin, and a human form glared back at them. The witch sighed. "That's..my familiar, you."