Because of the side affects of a spell to complete a hunt, Dean had started acting like a dog. Meaning he would try to play fetch, bark at anyone that passed by the motel room, he’d even whine sometimes.

It was pure torture in your eyes.

Right now, you were trying to do research when you felt somebody drop a tennis ball into your lap. It was Dean, and he most likely was going to bug you until you threw the tennis ball.