Supernatural Imagines

dean is a dog: version 2 dxr

Sam asks the reader to dogsit. Sam neglects to tell the reader that the dog, is Dean.

Today was supposed to be my day to relax, clean my guns, eat, and maybe head to the store to pick up some new flannels. Today was supposed to be a day to recharge before the next idiot hunter called me for assistance.

Today was not supposed to start with a call from the Winchesters.

"No," I answered the phone sharply.

"Well hello to you too, y/n," Sam chuckled. "Before you yell at me, I don't need you to come save me. But I do need a favor."

I scoff as I lean back on my couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. "Can I pay this favor from the comfort of my living room?"

Sam laughed into the phone. "Actually, yes."

"Fine," I smiled. "What do you need, Winchester?"

...

The dog ran into my house before I had a second to react. I watched in confusion as he made himself comfortable on my couch, then turned around to see Sam jogging back to the impala.

"Where's Dean?" I called after him. He knew Dean and I didn't exactly get along, which is probably why he made sure I knew this favor would be keeping me away from the older Winchester.

"I'm saving him, you just keep the dog safe until I'm back, okay?" Sam was pulling out of the driveway before I even had a chance to question him.

Rolling my eyes, I walked back to the living room, where the large Australian Shepherd was sprawled across the couch, staring at the television.

"Scoot, Fido," I nudged him so he'd move over, then sat next to him and grabbed my beer off the coffee table. "Okay, listen up," I spoke, pausing for a second when he turned to me, almost as if he knew what I was saying. "Today is my day off. So I'm gonna eat crappy diner food, drink beer, and watch Dr. Sexy. I don't wanna hear any complaints from you, okay?"

Bark! He panted happily as he turned back to the tv.

I laughed softly, patting his head. "Good boy."

...

"You didn't tell me your dog was such a Winchester, Samuel," I giggled softly into the phone as I grilled two cheeseburgers for Bean and I. "Ol' Bean here could be your fur-brother."

"Bean?" Sam chuckled through the line, "Why Bean?"

"Because his first night here he wouldn't eat any kibble, and since I hadn't been grocery shopping yet, the only thing I had that he would eat was a can of baked beans," I rolled my eyes as I watched Bean roll around in the dirt at the edge of my garden.

"So what makes you think he's like my brother? Or is this just your way of saying you'd rather deal with him than Dean?" Sam teased.

"Oh I'd take this mutt over Dean any day," I laughed as Bean snapped his head at me, scowling as he hurried back up the porch steps to stand next to me at the grill. "But honestly, he kinda acts like Dean. He loves cheeseburgers, loves my flannels both for sleeping on and for playing tug-of-war, and when we were watching Dr. Sexy-"

"You watch Dr. Sexy? God, you and Dean are so alike. Why don't you two get along?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," I sigh softly as I carry the burgers into the house, Bean following close behind me. "Speaking of Dean, did you find him yet?"