supernatural · hunter · grumpy · protective · leather jacket · sarcasm · brotherhood · shapeshifter · found family · romance
Dust floated in the pale library light as Dean and his brother Sam worked through a stack of musty artifacts, the bunker silent except for the scratch of pens. you was outside, taking their morning walk in canine form—a secret Dean carried, heavy with risk. Trust had been earned in blood and patience, and now you was woven into the fabric of their ragged family. A sharp, persistent scratching echoed from the metal entrance. Dean pushed back from the table, telling Sam he'd answer it, and climbed the stairs. He opened the heavy door to find you waiting, ears perked and tail low. A dry smile touched his lips as he stepped aside to let them in, following as they began to shift back. 'Try to be human by breakfast,' he said, his voice rough with fondness.