SuperLock Imagines

Man's Best Friend (Dean x Dog!Reader) pt. 1

You sniffed around the garbage can in the dark alley-way. You didn't find any food, but you did smell the scary-man who had been there just last night.

Yes, you remembered him. It would be hard to forget him.

~~ flash back ~~

The scary-man crouched over the dead woman in the far corner of the alley-way. He smelled like the recognizable, coppery stench of blood.

The man hissed, showing fangs to rival yours as he leant over the woman. He put his mouth to her throat, and an even fresher blood-smell filled the air.

You whimpered, and belly-crawled away. This was not a good man to be around.

~~ end of flash back ~~

You gave a small growl, bile rising in your throat. He had covered the dead-smell well. But you could still scent it.

A clattering sound caused you to flip around and growl. Your e/c eyes stared, menacing, into the direction from where the sound came from, and your brown and black hackles raised.

But it wasn't the scary-man. It was a tall, nice man. He was holding a metal stick in his... hands? Yes, hands. They were not paws.

His eyes crinkled in confusion. "A German Shepherd?" He asked aloud. You sat back. This man was not a threat- he was nice.

"Hey, Sammy!" He called out. His stick of metal was tucked into his pocket.

"Dean? You okay?" Another, bigger man asked, rounding the corner of the alley-way. They seemed out-of-place in the smelly, dark alley. They were clean.

"Yeah. It's just a dog. A German Shepherd, I think." The other, bigger man stopped. "Oh, well aren't you a cutie? Come here, boy!" The bigger man answered, crouching down and patting his knees.

Slowly making your way to him, you stopped a little away and sniffed the air. The bigger man, the one crouching- he smelled like paper and... salad.

The other man, the first one, he smelled like alcohol and sweat. There was also the metal smell from the stick.

Deciding they were safe, you came the rest of the way forwards so they could pet your dirty, brown and black fur. Giving a whine at the familiar feel of the men's hands, you rolled over so they could scratch your belly.

Nice men pet good.

"Looks like she's a girl." The taller one said, Sammy, you thought he was called.

"Yeah. No tags, though." The other one, answered, reacing around your neck. Dean?

"Well, this kinda sucks. We've been looking for that vamp for days." Sammy said, getting up and wiping his hands on his jeans.

Sitting up, you perked your ears forwards. You mean the scary-man?

Noticing that, Dean looked at Sammy. "You think she knows something?" He questioned.

Sammy's face crinkled as he considered what Dean said. "Well, German Shepherds are good at scenting and have good cognitive skills. I suppose it's worth a shot." So he pulled out a red bandana from his pocket. "This is the last thing we definately know he touched. Here, girl."

You sniffed the red fabric, recognizing the scary-man smell. "Can you find the guy?"

Yes. The scary-man was here.

You led Sammy and Dean over to the spot where the scary-man was. Sniffing around for a bit, you pulled a small scrap of fabric out from behind a piece of garbage. It was white with a bit of blood on it. Whining, you put it into Dean's outstretched hand.

"Good girl!" He enthused, ruffling the scruff on your neck. Turning to Sammy, he deposited the scrap into his hands. Sammy reached into his pocket and pulled out a peice of plastic, where he put the scrap.

"I think we could see if the vic's blood is identical to-" Blah, blah, blah... you zoned out of the boring human conversation.

"Yeah, okay. Come on, Dean. Let's go back to the motel and we'll see the coroner later." Turning to go, Sammy went back up the alley-way. At the end, he hesitated. "Dean?"

You were looking at Dean with the most soulful puppy-dog eyes you could muster. Dean was staring back, not moving. "Dean!"

Dean started. "Sammy, we can't just leave her here." Sammy gave him a look. "Dean, we're not keeping a dog."

Dean looked from between you and Sammy. "No... but maybe just tonight we could let her stay?"

Pleasepleaseplease?

Sammy sighed, letting out a 'fine' before turning away down the alley-way.

Dean gave a goofy grin, looking down at you. "Come on, girl!" He patted his knees as you barked. Running alongside him, you followed Dean to his car. It was black, and parked not too far from the alley-way.

Placing a towel down on the back seat, Dean patted the fabric. "No messes..." He warned. You just hopped up and gave a goofy doggy grin.

As Dean got in the car, Sammy reached back and opened the window for you. Going down the road, you let your snout poke out of the window, enjoying the nice breeze.

Whee! This is so fun!

Looking back, Dean smiled at your profile out the window. Sammy shook his head at his brother's happy face. It was not often that his brother was this happy.

~~ timeskip to the next day ~~

The next day, you woke up on the floor next to Dean's bed. Yesterday, they had bought you food, and had given you a bath. A collar and leash were also bought, in black.

Looking up into the eyes of Sammy and Dean, you listened intently to their conversation. "I'm just sayin', we have to call her something other that 'she'!" Dean argued to Sammy.

Sammy just sighed and shook his head. "Fine. How about Smudge?" Dean shook his head. "No way, it needs to be good!"

"Nugget?" "Nope."

"Lemon?" "Dude..."

"Aldo?" "Not right."

"Fine! Kitty?" "Are you fucking serious?"

Evidently, Sammy couldn't take it. "If you think you're so smart, you think of a name!" Dean paused for a minute. "How about Y/n?"

You liked that name. You thought it suited you very much. With a whine of joy, you hopped up and placed your paws against Dean's chest. "Haha, you like that, don't you, Y/n? Yes you do!"

Yes! Yes I do! I do like it!

"Well, let's go get something to eat." Grabbing your leash, Dean and Sammy grabbed their things. You left to find a diner where dogs could stay too, because even if he didn't believe it, Dean was really starting to get attached to you.

But as you walked down the sidewalk (Dean wanted to walk for your benefit), the sun shining, you began to feel uneasy.

And you soon found out why when a black van pulled up next to you, grabbing Sammy, Dean, and you. Jamming a needle into your neck, the last thing you saw as the darkness closed over you was the scary-man from the other night...

TO BE CONTINUED...