Woman’s Best Friend, Man’s Best Brother

From this request: the reader is a hunter, who has a dog named Sam. One day her and the winchesters are on the same case. (They don’t know yet.) and the reader loses the dog. She walks around town trying to find him, Sam (Winchester) heard and came running up. The reader explained and they end up finding the dog and learning that each other are hunters.

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“Sam!”

Sam turned in the direction of the voice calling his name. It was female and sounded slightly panicked.

“Sam!”

Sam darted off toward the voice, wondering who here knew him and was looking for him. He rounded the corner and saw a young woman sprinting away from him, looking left and right, checking every free space she saw.

“Sam! Come on!” the woman yelled, dipping into an alleyway.

Sam stood at the entrance of the alley. “Ma’am?”

The woman turned to him, her eyes trailing over him, taking him in. “What?”

“I, um… do you need help?”

“I’m good,” she said, brushing past him and hurrying down the street. “Sam!”

“Excuse me!” Sam called after her, taking a few strides to catch up. “I just, um… who are you trying to find?”

“My dog, Sam.”

Sam laughed to himself. “Ah. That… makes more sense.”

The woman turned to him, confusion on her face. “What are you talking about?”

“I, um… my name’s Sam. I heard you and thought…”

The woman finally gave him a smile. “Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

Sam smiled. “It’s okay. I thought it was strange, a beautiful stranger like yourself calling my name. But I was flattered.” He paused. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Do you want help finding your dog, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to impose,” you said.

Sam shrugged. “I was just waiting for my brother, who takes forever. It’s no problem, really.”

The two of you began to walk down the street, calling out the dog’s name. Sam could tell you were getting worried.

“He’s never done this before,” you muttered. “I left him outside for two minutes while I went inside to grab some bullets…”

“Bullets?”

“Do you think someone could have taken him?” you asked, avoiding the question.

“I’m sure he’s fine, Y/N– we’ll find him. But what were you getting bullets for? Are you in some kind of danger?”

“Uh, no. I needed them for my job.”

At that moment, your attire– leather jacket, scuffed boots, hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, minimal makeup– made sense to Sam. Everything clicked into place. “You’re a hunter.”

You looked up at him, surprise on your face. “How did you….” Sam saw your eyes trail over him again, realization spreading across your face. “You’re one, too.”

Sam nodded. “My brother and I are in town to track down the werewolf that’s been killing the farmers’ cows.”

“That’s what Sam and I are doing.”

“Your dog is your hunting partner?”

“Who better to track down a rabid canine than one of their own?”

Sam nodded. This did actually make sense.

The two of you turned and Sam saw the Impala, the spot he’d been at before running off. You’d led him in a giant square.

Dean was leaning against the Impala, sandwich in hand. And at his feet, waiting for a bite to be dropped down was a beautiful Husky.

“Sam!” you cried, rushing toward the dog.

The dog turned its head to you and barked happily, bounding over. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I was so worried,” you said. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

The dog yipped slightly as if apologizing.

You stood and glanced at Dean. “I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

“Nah, he’s a good dog. He came over when he saw I had food. I saw he had tags and figured he was lost. I was gonna try to find his owner when I was done with lunch.” Dean looked up at his brother. “Where’d you run off to?”

“I heard her calling my name and I thought she might be in trouble.”

Dean chuckled slightly. “Two Sammies running off in the same day. What are the odds?” He looked down at the dog and held out the crust of his sandwich. The dog gently took it and gobbled it up, barking appreciatively at Dean.

“Y/N’s hunting the same werewolf we are,” Sam said.

“No shit?” Dean asked, glancing at you again. “Found anything?”

“It’s definitely a werewolf. And there’ve been no human attacks yet.”

“But we should stop it before they do happen.” Dean paused. “You wanna team up? Keep an eye on both our Sams?”

You looked down at the dog, his blue eyes peering up at you. “What do you say, Sam? You wanna go with these guys?”

Sam barked, tail wagging.