So I have these dog bones that I’m pretty sure are Great Pyrenees but I’m looking back and idk these are big bones but maybe it’s coyote? The forehead looks weird to me. Also this is a stretch but do you think it’s a male or female? I didn’t find a baculum but I also don’t have the entire skeleton.
Definitely a domestic dog! Based on that saggital crest I would favor male.
Summary: Dean’s mind meld with a dog turns out to be very interesting.
Warnings: Brief implied sexual content.
Requested by @malindacath (Sorry this took so long to write! I’ve been super busy. I hope it was worth the wait!)
A/N: This takes place in episode 9x5, Dog Dean Afternoon, so there are spoilers for this episode. Also, I’m so behind on SPN, I had not seen this episode before, but I watched it to write this fic (plz forgive me there are so many episodes and so little time.)
“You’re telling me the only witness to the two murders was a dog?”, you ask, nudging your phone between your shoulder and chin as you continue to drive.
“I’m afraid so, sweetheart.” Despite the dire situations, Dean’s voice still brought a smile to your face. “We’re going to adopt him for now. Kevin said there’s a way to communicate with it. We’ll meet you back at the hotel, okay?”
“Alright”, you respond as you turn into a diner. “I’m getting lunch, what do you guys want?”
Once you pick up the food, you head back to the motel and set up the table to be ready to eat. After about ten minutes, you hear the familiar rumble of the Impala’s engine and the door being unlocked.
Sam walks in first, followed by your husband, who’s holding a German Shepard on a leash. Dean immediately opens his arms when he sees you approaching him, but frowns when you crouch to pet the dog.
You tangle your fingers in his soft hair, making sure to pet behind the ears. “Who’s this?”
“The Colonel.” Sam’s voice answers you as he prepares the ingredients for the “mind meld”.
You three sit down to review the case, and soon, the concoction is complete as well. You cringe as the brown liquid fills the glass, the smell putrid. Dean’s hand quickly grasps onto the cup. “I’ll do it.”
Sam begins to protest along with you, before Dean speaks again. “Sammy, you have enough on your plate. And Y/N…” His hand reaches out to your swollen stomach, gently resting it there while looking at your eyes.
“Fine”, you and Sam mutter out as Dean downs the drink. His face morphs into a grimace before speaking the Latin words. All three of you look at the Colonel expectantly, but Dean just shrugs.
You all decide to eat while waiting for the drink to kick in.
Who’s the babe?
Dean immediately perks up, searching for the unknown voice. You and Sam look at him skeptically as he stands up and looks around.
“What is it, honey?” you ask, also looking around the room.
Yoohoo, down here.
Dean looks down at the Colonel. “I think it’s working.” He takes his seat before speaking again. “Say that again.”
I said, who’s the babe?
Dean slightly growls. “My wife. Back off.”
You and Sam share confused glances. “Uh, why don’t you ask him what happened?”, you suggest, perplexed on how you got in the subject.
He asks the Colonel, and after a minute of silence, he shares the facts with you and Sam about the description of the killer and the disappearance of the cats.
You watch as Sam chucks his napkin in the trash, grinning when he makes the shot. Soon, the napkin is returned on the table by Dean himself. “Dude, I don’t want this”, Sam explains, throwing the trash away again. Dean keeps returning the spare napkin, making you almost laugh.
Soon, the Colonel begins to bark, and Dean quickly stands up and looks out the window. You see the mailman delivering mail door to door. Dean begins to growl and yell “hey!” over and over.
“Dean, baby, calm down”, you soothe, giving the poor mailman an apologetic smile. Once seated again, you notice Dean beginning to scratch his head. “Gee, itchy today?” you joke, running your fingers through his hair. He sighs in relief, pushing his head into your hand.
“God, Dean, you’re acting like a.. Dog”, your voice falters in realization. “Uh, Sam, you might want to give Kevin a call.”
Turns out, Dean’s mind meld would make him act like a dog until the spell wore off. This would be a fun case. After a bit of convincing, Dean allowed you to come to the shelter with him and Sam.
On the way to the Impala, you notice a glob of white poop on the windshield of Dean’s precious car.
“He’s being a douchebag!” Dean whines, pointing up at the pigeon on the lightpost.
“Let’s get in the car, Dean”, Sam coaxes, trying to pull Dean into the car. Soon, Dean pulls out his gun, and Sam quickly conceals it with his chest. You wave with apology at the staring people as you rush to the car.
On the way there, you roll your eyes when Dean sticks his head out the window, but discuss details with Sam in the meantime.
Once you arrive and after the little dispute between Sam and Dean, you head the the entrance. You notice Dean and the Colonel stop abruptly, so you follow their gaze to a poodle. Frowning at the suggestive looks towards the dog, you grab Dean’s chin and pull his eyes towards you instead. He gives you a cheeky smile when you roll your eyes and keep going.
The information is found rather quickly, and Sam and Dean made a plan to attack the suspect that night. You, of course, wanted to help, but Dean refused, asking you to stay with the Colonel in the car.
The case is soon over, and Sam comes stumbling out with Dean. You gasp at the blood on his neck, immediately heading over to check the wound, but, there was none. You frown at the reason why, but regardless, clean up the blood on his skin.
You three decide to hand the Colonel over to the vegan couple at the beginning of the case. You and Sam give your goodbyes while Dean takes him in.
You two stand in silence for a while until you speak up. “I know you won’t admit it, but that case was close. I wish you two would let me help…”
Sam cuts you off before you can speak anymore. “We’re fine, really. And besides, we don’t want you two to get hurt.”
You smile softly as you place your hand on your belly, grinning when you feel the baby move. Familiar arms wrap around you, his hands replacing yours while he nuzzles his face in your neck.
You swear you hear Sam fake gagging in the background, but you ignore it. “Hey. Spell wear off?”
Dean nods, slightly swaying you two. “Sorry you had to deal with that. Can I make it up to you?” You grin and nod.
“How about…”, Dean’s mouth moves close to your ear. “Some doggy style?”
You groan loudly, as you facepalm. He was an idiot, but heck, he was your idiot.
hey so my New Years Resolution™ is to get a more financially stable job so I can adopt a beautiful dog this year :) Can anyone send any info my way on proper dog training not that Cesar Millan abusive bullshit but just all in all positive training! I have heard using a clicker is a great way to train??? so let me know!!!!!