Wolf
Dean is hunting a wolf.
Mud stuck to his paws, and made a sucking sound every time the wolf made a step. He sniffed the muddy ground and smelt nothing. After a while ne came upon some solid ground and could smell the human again. The odor of sweat, and something else that was familiar, but the wolf could not remember what it was. The wolf sniffed the air and crouched low waiting.
Dean's feet stuck to the mud and made a squelching noise with every step he took. He sniffed the air and smelled musk and wildness. He knew the wolf was close. After a while he came upon high ground and noticed the prints. He knew he was close. Dean lay on the soft grass and waited.
The wolf didn't hear any more noise, but he could still smell the human. The soft wind brought the odor to the wolf. He smelled grease, and gunpowder and man. The gentle breeze wafted through the white fur, cooling the animal, but not easing his tension. The wolf had tried to avoid the human for days, but the human kept trailing him, following. The wolf sniffed the air, slowly got up and scanned the area around him, using his nose and ears as guide.
Dean peaked up and noticed the wolf sitting, testing the air. The warm breeze ruffled his hair and cooled the sweat on his body. Dean felt the breeze, and the warm sun, but the beautiful day did not ease the tension. After a while he got up and headed slowly towards the wolf. He had followed it for days, hoping to catch up to it. Slowly he advanced on it. The wolf was weak from hunger, his bones showing through the white fur that had begun to mange from malnutrition. Dean took out a good sized raw steak from the small cooler he had kept it in to stay fresh and laid it between himself and the wolf. Then he took a few steps back, and waited.
The wolf was hungry and had tried to avoid the human. He had never tasted human blood, but starvation warred with fear. He growled at the human and watched as the man put something on the ground. He could smell the meat now, raw and bloody and the wolf's salivary glands automatically turned on. He advanced slowly and as he did, so did the man. Both headed for the food. The man was not armed and the wolf was tired of avoiding the man. It would be a risk but the starvation forced him forward and the wolf moved towards the steak. The man advance, right hand low and out. They reached the bait together and the wolf sniffed the man's hand. It did not smell of bad or fear. He smelled something familiar, someone the wolf thought he knew once, in another life. The animal picked up the steak with its mouth, and moved away from the man to eat it.
Once its appetite was sedated, the wolf sat and stared at the man. Dean waited a bit, and then moved towards the wolf again. The wolf did not move and gazed at the man with its deep blue eyes. Dean sat next to the wolf. Tentatively Dean touched the wolf's fur. He felt the dry fur, bites, and scabs. He could see a few dark ticks stuck to the body. In the few days the wolf had been alone, he had been hunted, chased, shot at, and had to deal with the harshness of nature. He had gone through too much, and he had suffered. Dean felt a knot in his throat tighten. He would fix this.
"it's ok Cas, I won't hurt you", Dean said. "Don't worry bud, we'll get you back". After a while both the man and the wolf slept.