Weird? Oh brother, how can he even compare? I mean, you two have seen weird. But this? This is fucking above and beyond insane.

You and Dean met a couple of years back on a hunt, and have been completely inseparable ever since. You and him have been dating for about a year and a half, it’s a good relationship. He goes to infinity and beyond to keep you happy and safe, he goes above the normal bare minimum. He’s a fantastic boyfriend.

You were just… So incredible. You didn’t mind his snoring, or his habit of listening to the same five fucking artists on your long drives together, or his paranoia. You had each other and that’s all that really mattered.

This particular case was Strange. First of all, there’s one witness who’s claiming she saw Dracula… Not just a normal vampire, no. But the original vampire from the movies. Then, you have another witness saying he swore he was abducted by bigfoot. It was fucking weird and you and Dean had no idea where to go with the information from the witnesses. There were no bodies, just a bunch of weird happenings.

After a long day of a whole lot of nothing, Dean and you plopped in the shitty motel bed. He pulled you into his body and kissed you goodnight, murmuring how much he loved you before he eventually went to sleep.

The second the sun started to melt into the motel room, signaling the early morning, he trailed his hand up the sheets to pull you closer until he felt nothing but fluff.

“What the hell—…” He muttered, his green eyes slowly fluttering open.

There you were in all your glory, turned into a curious german shepherd. It was safe to say Dean was freaked the fuck out.

He quickly jumped out of bed as he tried to figure out what could turn you into into a dog, until it dawned right onto his noggin.

A fuckin’ Trickster. A damn God.

“A Trickster?!” He shouted, pacing back and forth. “Son of a bitch—!”

Now, he had no real leads on who the Trickster was, and his girlfriend was turned into a damn dog.