I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

The Six Musketeers

"No, Sam, everything's fine here," I answered sharply. "You don't need to check up on us."

"It's been three weeks and they're still not gone, Y/N," he responded curtly, clearly frustrated by my refusal. "Dean and I are getting worried."

"Dean almost just died like three times. He got electrocuted for God's sake. I should be headed to wherever you idiots are to check up on you!"

"Absolutely not. Dean and I are fine, stay with your pack and we'll come to you."

"Jesus Christ, Samuel, you are not coming here and involving yourself with my pack and a couple monsters who don't know you," I hissed out. The mammoth on the other end of the line was finally silent for once.

"Y/N?" I jumped at the voice.

"Dean? Did Sam hand you the phone?" I asked, voice squeaking softly at the sudden intrusion. He chuckled at the obvious question.

"Yeah he did, got fed up with you I suppose," I could practically picture his smirk. "Listen, if you don't want us coming out to make sure if you're alright, I'm fine with that," I sighed in relief. "BUT-" and at this, I groaned. "- at least come on a hunt with us. It's been almost a month since we've seen you. A hunt can't hurt, right?"

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Dean-"

"And bring the dumb blond one with you while you're at it. I'd like to meet him, maybe set him straight."

"I'm not bringing Marcus with me," at this, I turned to said dumb blond, who was lounging on the couch and watching as I paced around the kitchen. Dean was right, it had been nearly a month. Caeden was good to go at this point, but the two newest mutts continued to stay in the bunkhouse, although at the opposite end from the others. Caeden remained silent and wary, following Marcus around like a shadow. The latter was cheery, making an effort to get along with the others.

The facade hadn't dropped yet, but Marcus was making his uneasiness and lack of confidence more known. But, despite his worries, he seemed content to stay for the time being. It took some convincing to ease some of the tension from Caeden, although not nearly enough to relax the quiet man.

I glared at Marcus and he smirked back, delighted by my reaction. He wasn't a bad wolf, in all honesty. Cocky as all shit, but a good fighter and willing to help around the house. Perhaps that's why I let him stay, despite him not having said a word about potentially joining the pack.

Caeden, on the other hand, was a different story. He was moody, but not unlikeable - in fact, he got along rather well with Sasha and Andrew, although Booth was still rather cold to them both. But Caeden's allegiance fell with Marcus, and I had to admit it made my fur stand on end to think there was a mutt running around my pack that wasn't one of mine.

It surprised me how quickly my mind changed from wanting nothing to do with others of my kind to feeling threatened by the presence of another around my family.

"Y/N? You there?"

"Yeah, Dean, I'm here," I answered as I propped the phone up on my shoulder again and continued marching around the kitchen with a bowl of cookie dough in my arms. "Sorry, I'm helping Andrew with something."

"Andrew's the kid, right? The chef?"

I smiled, "Yeah, and he's a damn good one too."

"Well bring him on the hunt then," Dean replied light-heartedly. "From what I've seen of him, I feel like he could use a good fight." My face fell at this.

"If anyone's going to teach Andrew how to fight, it's going to be me or Booth."

"You could teach him all about the teeth and claws side of it, but I could teach him the old one-two," he laughed and I heard a swish from the other end of the phone, almost like he had done the moves himself.