Dean hadn’t expected the spell to work so, perfectly well. He’d underestimated its strength. As was typical, he remained ignorant - claiming you’d find a spell to return him back once the case was solved and settled. That was Sunday. You’d solved the case over a day ago. You, him and Sam rejoicing momentarily before realising the effects still remained.

Dean had adopted a couple mannerisms. Completely unaware. His sense of smell and hearing had spiked, finding his head turning at the sound of footsteps or his nose tweaking at a certain smell. That wasn’t bad, that was one of the perks really.

But the mannerisms didn’t stop there. Sam had left the moment the case had been solved. Driving out to a library at the fringe of town and settling into a myriad of books. And you, as usual, were left to clean up the mess. Babysit- no. Dogsit Dean and ensure he didn’t bark the house down or escape through the front door.

He’d begin to rub himself against you at times, done unconsciously it seemed. A subtle attempt to attach his scent to you. You’d pretend not to release. He would follow you around, making little whiny sounds at you until you paid attention and fell deeper into this maddening hole he’d dug for you.

Like now, on the third day Sam had been gone. He’d rung up in the morning, apologising for his absence and explaining he hadn’t found much yet but it was still a work in progress. You’d taken Dean on a walk. Not on a leash, of course. Though you’d held his hand. Walked him to the nearest park and allowed him to rest his chin atop your collarbone to distract from the squirrel watching from above.

The afternoon was one of those hazy, golden afternoons. Some random documentary buzzing across the tv, you laid out flat on the bed, killing time as you awaited an update from Sam. Until Dean clambered up, his hands either side of your shoulders, eyes lidded as he flattened his body to yours. Expression content. He was content.