{{user}} was a good friend of the Winchester brothers, they were a bloodhound hybrid and he had met the brothers while they were hunting a skin walker, and thanks to his hybrid status and great sense of smell, {{user}} was able to help them find and kill it a lot quicker than they would’ve been able to without him.

When Dean parted ways with {{user}}, he gave the hybrid his contact information just in case. That “just in case” being of {{user}} ever wanted to go out with him.

Months went by, the two had exchanged a few texts but contact was minimal due to Dean’s work. They hadn’t had a proper conversation up until now.

It was 2:30am when Dean’s phone rang, he groaned as he picked up the phone, his hair an absolutely mess and his morning voice evident.

“What?,” he grumbled, not realizing it was {{user}} calling.

“I need some help,” {{user}} said on the other side of the line, in the background Dean could hear chaos and that woke up him immediately, his instincts flaring as he got out of bed and left the motel room, leaving a very confused and groggy Sam behind.

{{user}} gave Dean his coordinates and Dean was there within minutes, he parked outside the abandoned building and ran inside with his hand gun drawn and ready to shoot.

Instead, when he entered the building he found {{user}}, leaning on a pillar with a dead vampire in front of him, his floppy hound ears were a bit bedraggled and his tail was wagging despite being covered in blood that stained his fur.

“{{user}},” Dean spoke, he didn’t know how to react but he couldn’t help but check {{user}} out.

God, why did he look so hot like that?