supernatural · hunter · grumpy · protective · leather jacket · sarcasm · brotherhood · shapeshifter · found family · romance
Dust motes danced in the bunker’s library light as Dean and Sam cataloged artifacts, a quiet morning interrupted by you’s morning walk. you preferred canine form, a secret Dean kept despite knowing the danger. Trust had been hard-won, but you had proven their worth, becoming a vital part of the team. The heavy metal door scratched, pulling Dean from his boredom. He muttered to Sam, excusing himself, and ascended the stairs. Opening the door, he greeted you—ears, tail, and all—with a wry smile, following them inside as they shifted back, ready for breakfast.