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Prompt: Imagine Dean being changed into a dog due to a spell and you have to take care of him until you find a cure. He sleeps with you at night and one morning you wake up cuddled up beside him
(F/M)= Favorite Movie
Word Count: 3882
Authors Note: Taking requests as always! But I’m feeling like some Steve Rogers so expect a little something soon! (or send me a promt, THAT would be appreciated!) Anyway it I hope you all enjoy this! I apologize in advance if there’s change in past/present tense and spelling errors!
You drag your blade across the witch’s chest, hearing her hiss under the pain.” I won’t ask again. Where. Is . Dean.” You punctuate your last word with a punch to her jaw. She snaps her head back towards you, laughing as she did.
“You really want that dog of a man back? Seems to me all he brings you is heartache and trouble honey.” She laughs pulling against her warded restraints. Your heart clenches at her words, you think a little too much about what she had said. It was true though, the fact that you had a crush on the eldest Winchester for quite a long time and had no success with finding any such feeling in return. Granted you didn’t pry that hard looking for them, you were afraid any questions to Dean about his feeling towards you would jeopardize you friendship. So you simply kept pushing your feeling deeper and deeper into the attic in your mind.
“Yes I want him back. Now tell me where he is!” You repeat.
“Why would you want him back? All this time you’ve loved him. You would take bullet for him. But still he still treats you like a sister.” She says with a smirk. You bring your fist back and nail her square in the jaw, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “Tell me!” You scream pressing the knife against her throat.
“Now that’s a dumb move on my part honey, I tell you where he is and then boom, I’m dead.” She replies moving her jaw in a circular motion.
“Not necessarily. You tell me and then I’ll let you go. No strings attached. As long as you keep away from us.”
“And I suppose you’ll now tell me to never kill anyone ever again. Well I may or may not be able to do that.” You look at her and twirl your knife in your fingers, weighing your options.
“I’ll just have to take that chance.” You say stabbing the knife into the wooden table next to you. “Now do we have a deal?” She squints her eyes and cracks her knuckles, puckering her lips.
“You have to get me out of these first. Then I can get him back.” She says motioning at the chains around her wrists and middle. You pick up your knife and unlock her restraints with your free hand, keeping a close eye on her movements. When she’s free you step back as she straightens her black dress and wipes the blood from her nose. She then raises her hands and snaps both fingers. “There. You’ll find him in that boat of a car of his outside. And I’ve left a little…Surprise for you.” She smirks.
“Wait, what kind of a-“You question before she disappears. You stuff your knife in your back pocket and run out to the Impala parked outside the abandoned warehouse you and Dean had entered to find the witch. Skidding to a halt in front of the Impala you stoop down and look inside, seeing the empty leather seats looking back at you. “Bitch!” You shout slamming your fists on the cab of the car. You put your hands over your face and take a deep breath. How could you be so stupid!? You feel tears pushing against your eyes, begging to be released. You hit the top of the car again and suddenly you hear a loud bark followed by a low growl. You jump and turn back to the passenger door. You duck down and come nose to nose with a brown and black multicolored German Shepard. Your eyes widen as you step back and slowly reach your hand out to pet its head. It gladly obliges and pushes into your hand. “Where’d you come from boy or uh, girl? Not that I don’t like you or anything. But this isn’t the best time to be crawling around the Impala.” You squeak out as the tears of frustration escape and run down your cheeks. The dog whines and licks your face and then goes from the passenger seat to the driver’s side, sitting down like he belonged there.
“Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea. See Dean, the owner of this car, hates dogs and he’ll be pissed when he gets back to find traces of you all over his Baby. The dog cocks his head to the side and stays glued to the seat. “Come on, get out.” You say opening the door and pointing to the ground. It wears the same confused look and stays put. “Come on please, I know this is rude of me and-oh my god I’m having a conversation with a dog.” You sigh and open the passenger door joining him. You ruffle the hair on his head and run your fingers through his hair. It’s a bit dirty but soft against your fingertips. You feel a collar under all the hair and tug it around, seeing a tag on it. “Now let’s see who you are mystery dog.”
You lower your head to the tag and read the name etched on the tiny gold metal sheet. “Dean.” You say out loud with a smile. “Ha well what do you think of that?” You laugh but your giggles slow down as you look at the dog and then back to the tag. The witches voice echoes through your ears, ‘That dog of a man.”. “No frigging way.” You breathe out sitting back in your seat. “Dean!?” He finally gets up and barks as his tail wags a mile a minute.
“I guess this was her little surprise. Well at least you’re not lost anymore. But now we got to get back to the bunker and tell Sam. Hopefully we’ll be able to fix this.” You say getting out of the car and walking to the driver’s side. Dean is sitting there again, looking up at you with his new found ‘puppy dog eyes’. ”Like hell I’m letting a dog drive! You say opening the door and pushing him to the opposite side. “Now you can sit there or sulk in the back. Your choice.” You start baby with a turn of the key and feel her roar to life. Dean nestles himself where you shoved him and whines at the window. You huff and lean to him, rolling down his window. “Buckle up RinTinTin.”
“Sam!” You shout entering the bunker with Dean trotting beside you. “You might wanna get out here!”
‘Hey (Y/N) How was the hun- where’s Dean?” He asks and looks down to see your new companion. Sam kneels down and pats his knees, beckoning Dean to him. “And who’s this?”
“Well to answer your questions, first, the hunt didn’t go too well, secondly, he’s having his ears scratched at the moment, and thirdly, that’s Dean.” You reply with a straight face. Sam stops scratching Deans perky ears and looks up at you with a smile, expecting you to tell him this was some kind of a joke. But your face told him the exact opposite.
“Uhm, how is this Dean?” He asks astonished as he stands up, causing Dean to whine from the lack of attention to his ears. You both sit down at the table with Dean lying by your feet as you tell Sam how Dean got caught by the witch and the little bargain you made.
“So basically, she made Dean a dog to have some type of insurance that you’d let her actually get away alive?” Sam asks.
“Yeah,basically. But now it looks like we’ll have to hunt her down and get her to reverse it.” You reply shifting in your seat and nudging Dean with your foot and he lets out a low growl and sits up. “Sorry Dean.”
“But if she wants you to leave her alone, why would she put a spell on him that would require us to find her again? Seems kind of stupid to me.”
“I know Sam, but what else are we supposed to do? He can’t stay like this forever.” You say as Dean rests his head on your lap. You scratch the top of his head and his neck. “The only other thing I can think of is if the spell would wear off eventually. But I’d rather look for her and find out for sure then wait around for it to happen.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right. Do you have any leads on where she could be?” Sam asks running his hand through his long brown hair.
“As a matter of fact I do. She’s a real estate agent, that’s why she was at that abandoned building. Her company was planning to buy it and demolish it and build a new set of condos. I got her card from her when I was trying to find Dean.” You reply proudly giving Sam the business card. “So are we gonna leave now?”
“ I think it might be a good idea if I go in alone, check her out see what we’re dealing with. We don’t want to rush in on her, it might blow our chances. You stay here with Dean, make sure he doesn’t get into anything.”
“Alright. You’re sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You ask as Sam gathers his stuff into his bag.
“No you’ve had quite an adventure already, plus she doesn’t know who I am, so she won’t see me coming hopefully.” Sam replies pulling his jacket on his tall form. “I’ll be back soon, if not by tomorrow morning.”
“Alright Sammy,be careful!” You say standing on your tiptoes and hugging his middle. You hear Dean growl again from behind you. You turn and cock an eyebrow at him. “And what’s your problem Fido?”
“I think he might be jealous.” Sam whispers in your ear as he brings down his hand and scratches Deans head, patting it gently. “You behave for (Y/N), or I can’t guarantee that Baby will come back in one piece.” Sam says to Dean. He barks and jumps on his hind legs, placing his paws on Sam’s chest. “Hey! Look it’s not up to me now! Just don’t eat anything or make a mess. It’s not hard.” Sam laughs taking Deans front paws and putting them back on the bunker floor. He takes his bag and says goodbye once more before exiting the bunker.
You sigh and go into the kitchen. It’s been almost 3 days since you last ate and you were just about to go crazy from the sounds of your stomach growling. Opening the fridge you rummage around looking for something edible besides Sam’s salads. You let out an dramatic groan and slam it shut. You turn on your heels to check the pantry when you trip over Dean who’s been on your heels ever since you entered the bunker. “God Dean! Can you just sit down for a second! Here!” You grab a blanket from the chair just outside the kitchen, fold it into a square and lay it on the floor. “There a bed. Now lie down!” You command. He snorts at you then steps onto the blanket, turning around 4 times before settling himself down. You return to the kitchen and rummage through the pantry and find only navy beans and soup that had been there god knows how long.
“You up for a burger run there Deano.” You ask closing the cupboards and grabbing the keys to your 68 Pontiac GTO. You instantly hear the claws on his paws against the floor of the bunker as he bolts to the garage door. “Oh how things change the more they stay the same.” You recite with a grin as you go into the garage and open the car door for Dean. He eagerly jumps in the passenger seat and sits down. You get in also and within a few minutes you’re on route to the burger joint in town. But as you were driving you could see Dean out of the corner of your eye, staring straight ahead to the road. He doesn’t move a muscle. You wonder why he was holding so still. Suddenly you see his eyes shift to the open window beside him and the light bulb goes off in your head. You take your hand from the wheel and put it on Dean’s back, stroking his soft fur and lightly scratching his skin. “You know, you can stick your head out the window if you want, the car is a judge free zone.” You laugh putting your hand back on the wheel. Dean barks and licks the side of your face, causing a strand of hair to stick to the side of your face. You laugh as you wipe the slobber from your cheek and watch Dean stick his head out the window. His ears dance in the wind and his tail wags happily.
You pull into the parking spot outside the ‘Burger Barn’ and set down the brown paper bag on your lap, not caring of any grease happened to drip on your jeans. You rapidly open the bag and catch a whiff of the burger and fries, causing your mouth to water and a sharp pang of hunger to rip through your belly. You so enthralled with the scent that you almost don’t notice Dean stick his head into the bag, sniffing around for his own burger.
“Ah,ah! Bad dog!” You scold grabbing his collar and hauling his head out of the bag. He whines as he sees a napkin had stuck to his wet nose and tried to take it off with his paw. You laugh and pull it off for him, wiping your dirty hands off on it. “Serves you right.” You grab the first burger in the bag and unwrap it, setting it on the seat between you. “There that’s yours. You probably shouldn’t even be eating this.” You say but it’s too late. Dean already has half the burger in his mouth, chomping away at the Angus beef patty. “Well never mind then.” You say as you unwrap your own burger and pop a few fries in your mouth.
Dean finishes his burger first, (big surprise.) while you’re still halfway through both your fries and burger. You have the packet of fries on your left leg, accompanied by your burger in your left hand. You look out of the window at the sun setting, lighting up the sky with orange and red colours, when you feel a weight on your right thigh. You look down to see Deans head resting on it, with his nose merely inches from your fries.
“Can I help you?” You ask with a mouth full of burger. He looks up at you, licks his lips and looks back at your fries with yearning in his big eyes. You huff and push him up into his sitting position again and spill the rest of your fries onto the aluminum foil his burger was wrapped in.
“You’re damn lucky you’re cute.” You say swallowing your last bite of supper. You brush off the crumbs from your hands and pick up your trash and stick it in the garbage can beside the car. You start the car and you expect Dean to resume his position sitting halfway out of the window then he crawls beside you and sets his head beside your leg; watching your keys jingle in the ignition. He nuzzles your leg and lets out a tired sigh. You guess he was just as tired as you were.
You’re almost to the bunker when you see Deans fallen asleep against your leg. You gently lay your hand on his head and trail it down his neck to the middle of his back and back up again. You silently wish that you could be this close to human Dean. While you did joke around and hug and stuff, the one thing you craved was just to be in his arms on the couch in the bunker and watch “The Great Escape” or really anything. You just enjoyed being in Dean’s company and embrace. But at this rate the only thing you were getting was a slobbery puddle of drool on your jeans.
You pull into the garage and gently jostle Dean awake. He slowly gets up from the car bench and hops down onto the floor, stretching his back legs out as he walks towards the bunker. You open the door for him and he nestles down on his makeshift bed while you slowly slide into your room to change into more comfortable clothing. You grab a pair of snoopy pajama shorts, a red tank top and quickly strip to replace your jeans and flannel with them. You smooth down your hair and return back to the bunker foyer. You stop and pat Dean on the head as he snoozes. You lean down and kiss the top of his head.
“Goodnight Dean.” You whisper getting up, going into the entertainment room, and closing the door behind you. Grabbing a blanket you drape it over the couch, lie down, and then fold the half you weren’t laying on over yourself. You close your eyes and attempt to fall asleep right there on the couch, but you feel sleep is just beyond your grasp. So you opt out for watching a movie instead. You flip out of your human burrito and glide your fingers over your DVD collection you’d acquired over the years. (Hey Dean had records, you had DVDs). You stopped at your copy of (F/M) and pop it in the DVD player, returning to the couch as the opening credits start to roll.
You’re lying on your stomach, about halfway through the movie when you hear the door creak. You grab the old revolver you kept hidden under the couch and cock the hammer. You lay perfectly still waiting for whatever had entered the room to come into your peripheral vision. You’re just about to pounce on whoever it was until that is, you saw who it actually was.
Dean prances up to you and wags his tail; the blanket you had given him is hanging from his mouth as he drags it behind him. You set the gun back down under the couch and rub your face and let out an sigh.
“God Dean you gave me a heart attack! Couldn’t you of barked or something!” You ask turning on you side looking at him, expecting an answer. But all you get in reply is a smirk. You blink at him in disbelief. Could dogs even smirk, little own nail a “Dean Winchester Smirk.” You shake your head and lie back on your stomach, folding your arms and cradling your head on them. You close your eyes and try to ignore the feeling that you were being watched. “Dean, stop staring at me please. If you want to sleep in here go ahead, I don’t mind. Make yourself comfortable as you can. I know the whole 4 legs thing must be awkward.” You say with a yawn. You click off the TV and just start to get really comfortable when you feel a wet nose against yours. You flash your eyes open and see Dean staring at you again. He whines and paws at the blanket draped over your body.
“Seriously?” You ask propping yourself up on your elbows. You look to see Deans abandoned his own blanket and now wants to share yours. Dean looks at you with his puppy dog eyes, (Some of whom could give Sam a run for his money) and whines. “Alright, Alright.” You lift your blanket and start to turn on your side but you don’t get a chance before Dean hops on the couch and lands directly on your back, knocking the wind out of you. He drapes himself over you and nuzzles your neck, letting out a sigh of contentment and licks your cheek again. He’s now lying on top of you, with his back paws on your ass and his head in the crook of your neck, his fur tickling the inside of your ears. It takes you a second to get the air back into your lungs but when you do you see that Dean’s eyes are already closed and he’s obviously asleep. You smile and start to bring the blanket back down, but stop halfway due to Dean alone being a living, breathing, heating pad. You feel your eyes start to slide shut as you fall asleep into a deep, happy sleep.
You feel your senses come back to you as your body starts to wake up. First you’re aware of the sound of someone’s quiet, steady breathing beside you, then by the feeling of arms secured around your torso. You also come to find your no longer on your stomach, but on your side. You gently turn your head to look at the person who’s holding you, meeting the gaze of two emerald green eyes. Dean smiles at you and pulls you closer towards him, setting his head on your shoulder.
“Morning.” He says, his voice rough from sleep. You don’t say anything for a moment out of sheer shock. The guy you’d been dreaming of for months was now spooning you on a couch.
“Uh, Morning.” You reply getting your voice back. “I take it Sam found the witch?”
“Yeah I guess so. I got my thumbs back.” He replies lifting a hand and wiggling his digit. You laugh and start to get up when he tightens his hold on you, keeping you in place. “Now where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh, shouldn’t I leave? I mean you’re back to normal? I don’t want to-“
“Was she right?” Dean interrupts.
“I was in a secret room in the warehouse, I heard what the witch said, was she telling the truth. Do you love me?” He asks again. You feel a lump in your throat start to form. You swallow in an attempt to get rid of it, with no success. “Yes.” was the only word you could get out. Closing your eyes you prepare for the heart breaking response, but receive silence instead. Your eyebrows knit together as you wait for Dean to do something, anything! He starts to sit up, bringing you with him and setting you on his lap, you curl your fingers around the blanket that he must have put around the two of you during the night, bringing it close to you. You look up at him and he pulls his lips into a side grin.
“I love you too. I always have.” Dean says kissing your cheek. “I never told you because I always thought you-“. Now it was your turn to stop him mid-sentence. You press your lips to his and you can feel him smile against you. You pull back and lean your forehead against his.
“Thanks for taking care of me yesterday. And uh, sorry about that mess I left in the kitchen. I got hungry while you were getting changed last night” Dean says playing with a loose thread on your tank top.
Your eyes widen and shoot to his. “Wait, what mess?!”