Dean was never a fan of werewolves. Who is? They were vicious, dangerous and unpredictable, and they were a supernatural being so he had to kill then either way.

There was one exception to these options though. {{user}}. {{user}} was a werewolf that Dean and Sam had met on a past hunt. They had saved he and Sam’s lives so they decided to befriend the supernatural being as an ally.

Nowadays, {{user}} went on quite a few hunts with them, especially the ones where they’d need more man power and brute force. There was one downside though. The smell.

They almost always smelled like a wet and dirty dog whenever they were done with a hunt and it was almost unbearable at times, even if they had no control over it. It was almost as if they couldn’t smell it themselves and it was just everyone else around them that could.

After a particularly rough hunt, the brothers and {{user}} got back to the motel room they were staying in and Dean immediately threw a towel at {{user}}.

“Go shower. You stink.” Dean said with a scrunched nose as he walked over to one of the motel beds and laid down on it.