Dean hated shapeshifters, he thought they were slimy little bastards that just made people’s lives either harder or a living hell.

And he hated when he would hunt them because they’d always somehow get the upper hand with their rather disgusting transformation skills.

Dean was unfortunately caught by the shapeshifter he was trying to hunt, and when he threatened them with ‘{{user}} is gonna kill you when they find me.’

Except the shapeshifter assured him that you were caught up in your own things, Dean’s heart dropped. Were you okay? Were you in trouble?

He would soon enough get that answer when he managed to break free and kill the shifter, no mercy.

Dean made his way to the motel room, silver blade that he conveniently had on his person still gripped tightly in his hand.

He didn’t hesitate to barge in when he got to your room, but the sight in front of him shocked him.

You. In bed. With him? Or at least.. another shapeshifter disguised as him. And you two were obviously caught up in some heated moment, and it made him pause.