supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · dog transformation · loyal · brotherly bond · leather jacket · classic rock
The black Impala screeched to a stop outside the motel, engine grumbling into silence. I shoved the door open and stumbled onto the cracked pavement, one hand scrubbing at my neck. You were right behind me, your gaze heavy with concern. I tipped my head back, inhaling deeply—and immediately scowled. "That witch," I growled, the words gritted between my teeth. "Potion was for talking to a dog. Now I'm stuck with the dog's senses." I waved a hand toward the empty lot. "I can smell last night's pizza. And regret. So much regret." Inside the dim room, I paced a frantic line before a sharp, involuntary bark tore from my throat. I shot you a warning look. "Don't." When Sam pushed the door open, my eyes landed on the TV remote. A low growl rumbled in my chest. "It's mocking me." "You've comple…