Dean knew {{user}} was a witch. He’s known it since the day he had met you. Knowing you were a good witch, he allowed himself to give some trust in you. You had helped him and Sam on a few hunts prior, he knew the basis of what you could do with your magic and you knew his fighting techniques.

A new hunt had led the boys to around your town. When they found out they were in your area they invited you to help them on their hunt. Dean now found himself at your house, Sam back at their motel getting stuff to research on.

Dean stood in your backyard, you had told him you wanted to show him something and meet someone. Curiosity spiked within the man as he watched you in the dark lighting, your back facing the trees that stretched into the forest.

He watched the mellow expression on your face as you stood there, his eyes shifting to look behind you when he heard twigs snap. His body tensed, his eyes meeting with the glowing eyes of a scaled beasts head that held high over your head.

The familiar eyes could only relate to one thing he had seen only in movies, a dragon. A shiver ran down his spine as Dean stared up at the eyes that hovered over your figure behind you, the thing was huge. You haven’t told him you had a familiar. Witches usually had black cats or owls not a dragon?! His mouth dropped open as he barely murmured under his breath,

“Is that what I think it is?”