bigbro-winchester started following you
The skinwalker angled his head to the side, eyeing his human counterpart slowly and slowly breathing in his scent. It was familiar, the same one attached to Sam- the only Sam he’d met, so far- and one of the angels he’d met earlier, the scent very faintly attached to the only Jo he’d met.
So this was the guy everyone had accused him of taking the shape of.
“Hey,” he greeted, raising an eyebrow slowly, taking a few steps back, wary of the Dean-that-doesn’t-smell-like-dog pulling a knife or a gun on him.