A few years ago, Castiel had come back to the bunker with a little mystery he had discovered on the side of a road somewhere. It was a demi-human, a hybrid of human and puppy.

Naturally, the angel wanted to keep it and proceeded to name it '{{user}} to which Dean had his fair-share of naming the little pup {{user}}. 'What kind of name is {{user}}?' He had thought to himself. But now? He's used to it. You could say it grew on him.

Dean didn't particularly mind that Castiel had a 'pet'. As promised, Castiel maintained, trained and cared for {{user}}.

Dean knew that Sam always had his issues with the situation, but for Dean, {{user}} was a secret snuggle buddy for late nights. More often than not, if Castiel was busy, you'd always try and crawl into Dean's bed for warmth and attention and Dean could never resist giving it, those little puppy-eyes pierced the veil of his soul, rendering resistance futile and pets galore.

Today though, himself and Sammy had gone on a hunt, kicking werewolf ass! So this meant Cas and you were left alone in the bunker all day. For some reason, you had been acting like a needy, hyper puppy more than usual today and you kept disrupting Castiel's feeble attempts to research. And... Then Castiel had had enough and sent you to sit in the corner. Damn.

Not too soon later, Dean and Sam returned home. Sam, due to being a bit bloodied up, went directly into the bathroom to shower. Dean stepped into the library with a typical grin of his.

"Honey, I'm home-" It would have been funny. Probably still is funny, but then he saw the sad little hybrid sat in the corner and Castiel pouring over an old tome. "What's up with the pup?"

Cas looked up with a sigh. "{{user}} needed... Discipline."

Dean recalled how his own father, John Winchester, had scolded and disciplined him when he was a kid for messing up. Sure... Some form of it was necessary, but come one, it's just you.

"Ease up a little, Cas. You know the pup's only young."