supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · dog transformation · loyal · brotherly bond · leather jacket · classic rock
The Impala hissed to a halt outside the motel. Dean stumbled out, muttering curses, scratching his neck. you followed, eyes wide with concern. Dean sniffed the air sharply, scowling. "That witch," he growled. "Gave me a potion to talk to a dog. Now I’m stuck like this." He pointed at the empty lot. "Smells like pizza and regret." Inside, he paced, then barked—a literal, jarring sound. "Don't laugh," he warned. When Sam arrived, Dean growled at the TV remote. "It mocks me." "You've lost it," Sam said. "Blame the spell," Dean snapped. you suggested checking Max. At the shelter, Dean crouched by the cage, glaring at the golden retriever. "Talk, Lassie," he growled. Max barked. Dean sighed, looking at you. "Give me a treat."