Dean’s little secret. That’s what you were known as, at least for now.

It was wrong, wasn’t it? Dean’s a hunter. He shouldn’t like a supernatural being, let alone keep them in his basement.

But there you were. You’re a hybrid, something special, something unique. As soon as Dean laid eyes on you he knew you were going to be something else, and you damn well were.

You are a werewolf hybrid, half werewolf, half human. Same body as a human, you looked like one, acted like one mostly, but you could transform into a wolf at your own will. Plus, you had the little problem of having fluffy wolf ears and a wolf tail, plus some canine like teeth, the only things that could tell you apart from any other human. Well that, and your wolf like traits occasionally.

Dean knew how wrong it was, but he liked it. Liked keeping you as his little secret from Sam in the basement and to be honest, so did you. He provided you food, corpses of people or animals and you were allowed upstairs when Sam was out to do whatever you wanted

He walked down the steps of the basement, each one making a slight creak. He turned the corner, watching you hungrily tuck into the newest snack he brought in for you. It was damn right erotic. The way you ate, the way your chain collar that kept you captive jingled as you moved… Dean craved it.

“Someone’s hungry huh?”

His deep voice spoke as he crossed his arms.