Supernatural Imagines

Dean ~ Scruff (Dog Series)

This one is in honour of my Dad's old dog, who I never got to meet, but have heard many wonderful stories about.

Dean wanted to surprise you, wanted to do something nice for you, after all, it wasn't very often that times were peaceful and you could actually comfortably sleep in.

But Dean had a problem.

Scruff.

It wasn't that Dean didn't like the little Mini Foxie, he'd grown on him, slowly, and knew that he came with the territory while dating you.  No, it was the little dogs protective streak that ran larger than Dean's own.

He hesitated outside your door, memories flooding back of not too long ago when the two of you had been having a tickle fight on the couch, Dean clearly winning, and Scruff coming to the rescue.

His teeth had only just missed Dean's cheek.

Dean still shuddered at the thought of it and rubbed his cheek self consciously, before looking back at the door and the tray of food in his hand.

If he was going to do this, then he needed to do it before breakfast went cold.

He knocked, lightly.  "Y/N?"

No response.

Dean huffed.  He could face angels and demons any day, but an angry little dog that liked to bite his ankles?  He hated the idea.

He knocked again, a little louder.  "Y/N?"

A soft growl was his answer.

There was a small chuckle down the hall and Dean glared at Sam.

Sam grinned with a shrug.  "Your funeral."

"She's my girlfriend.  I'm not about to be put off by a dog."  Dean said.

Sam held up his hands.  "I'm not saying anything."

When Sam doesn't move from the doorway, Dean purses his lips and looks back at the door, knocking again, much louder this time.

He doesn't get a chance to say anything before the much louder growling cut him off.

He swallows.  "Come on Scruff, I just want to give her something special."

The growling continued.

Dean shot a look at Sam, who was trying to hold back his laughter.  Very carefully, Dean opened the door a peak, looking inside.

You were fast asleep and Scruff was standing well and truly at attention on the end of the bed, his ear back and teeth bared as he growled.

"Come on Scruff, just let me do this once man."  Dean said quietly, but as he tried to edge into the room, Scruff's growls became a bark.

You stirred.  "Scruff."

It was all you had to say and the little dog sat, still watching Dean closely.

Dean gave a small sigh.  "That dog is going to kill me."

"Only if you keep coming into my room while I'm asleep."  You yawned, stretching as you rolled onto your back and giving Dean a sleepy smile.  "You brought me breakfast?"

Dean smiles.  "As long as it's not too cold after arguing with the little demon there."

You chuckled as you sat up, running your fingers through your hair as Dean walked over.  Dean cast a sheepish glance at Scruff, whose eyes didn't leave him.

You shift over, making room on the bed so Dean could sit.  "You know he's only protective."

"Oh sure," Dean said, passing the tray of food to you.  "I would've thought he's known me long enough by now though."

You kissed his cheek.  "Hun, my own mother couldn't even walk into the room when I was sleeping, and he grew up with her."

Dean couldn't help but note Scruff's rapt attention as you did that.  "I thought dogs were meant to be able to sense a threat?"

"They can, but it doesn't mean they aren't protective,"  You smirk as you take a bite of the meal in front of you.  "Kind of like you at the bar."

Dean looks at you.  "Did you seriously just compare me to a dog?"

Your smirk widens.  "Dean, would I ever do something like that?"

He purses his lips, trying to look disapproving, but unable to hide the mischief in his eye as he reached forward and stole some of your bacon.

"Hey!"  You exclaimed, but weren't quick enough to get it back before he popped in his mouth.

"Hey, I cooked it."  He shrugged, grinning.

"Yeah, for me."  You pouted, making Dean laugh before he swept you into a kiss.

The growling cut it short.

"Scruff, no."  You said firmly, stopping the foxies movements slowly up the bed.  "Do I have to kick you out?"

Scruff sat, but continued his stare on Dean.

"Man, he does not like me."  Dean sighed.

"Dean, if he didn't like you, he wouldn't have saved you on that hunt last week."  You said, quickly eating the rest of your bacon before Dean could try again.

"Yeah, but you told him too."  Dean said.

You shook your head.  "No Dean, I was helping Sam to the car to get out of there, I hadn't even noticed he was gone till I heard your gunshots."

Dean looks from you to Scruff, who held his gaze.  "He barked, otherwise I wouldn't have known the werewolf was there."

You nodded, your smile returning.  "Then you carried him out of there.  I don't think he liked that one."

"We couldn't be sure more weren't on the way."

"Try explaining that to a dog Dean.  Especially one that thinks he's bigger than he is."

"That's his problem, not mine."  Dean said.  "I mean, he could just calm down for two-"

Your giggle cut him off.  "Here."  You handed Dean the last piece of bacon.  "Feed him, I promise he'll love you forever."

Dean looks at the bacon and back to you.  "I doubt it."

"You don't know till you try."  You said, not hiding the smile.

Huffing, Dean holds the piece of bacon out to Scruff, whose nose twitches a little before he finally looks at it.

"Go on."  Dean said, moving the bacon a little.

Scruff closed the distance and happily ate the bacon, licking the grease of Dean's fingers, Dean smiling.

Until Scruff moved and sat between the two of you, effectively keeping you from touching.

"Son of a bitch!"  Dean cursed as you burst out laughing.

"Well, maybe love was too strong of a word."