You and Dean were working on a simple witch hunt, one that’s the type of ‘go in and get out’ type of hunt.

Until you guys found out that the witch was way more powerful, and easily hid her hex bags in more discreet spots so it was practically impossible to stop her spells.

After a long day of trying to find more evidence or clues on where this witch could be, you and Dean decided to hunker down in the motel.

When he woke up, he was greeted with the sight of you gone but a big dog in your place. To say he was confused was an understatement.

“{{user}}?” Dean looked around for a moment before looking back at the dog on the bed.