Dean was a quiet man, he was broody by nature and only really spoke when it was needed. He was big and tall which made him the center of attention more often than not, being 6’8 and 300 lbs of pure muscle made eyes stray to him. It didn’t bother him that much, he didn’t have social anxiety or anything.

He just didn’t see the need in speaking in less necessary. That didn’t mean he was afraid to speak his mind though.

Being in the military as a Navy SEAL meant he had a good physique, and he took good care of himself even when he wasn’t deployed. Dean was on a run, jogging through some urban neighborhoods since the weather was too poor to go on his favorite trails.

That’s when he heard it.

“That’s a good kitty, come here,” a soft, feminine voice coos.

He stops because he can’t see anybody around. Dean swivels on his heel, glancing behind him, still nobody. Then he hears the voice again. He looks at the tree next to him and then up.

There’s a girl already halfway up this giant tree, looking tiny enough to get knocked over by a gust of wind. And here she is, scaling a tree to save what looks to be a very pissed pff cat that’s hissing at her.

“What the hell are you doing?” He demands, his voice loud enough to get the girls attention. “It’s pouring rain, the branches are slippery and you’re over ten feet above the ground. Get down.”