Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, many things would be different.

Genre: Humor/Romance

Guard Dog

Sam lay on the hotel bed, the warm canine body pressed against his legs. Sam stoked the wolf's black pelt, and his tail thumped against Sam's chest. The wolf shifted, resting his head on Sam's legs.

"You know, I can take care of myself." Sam commented, causing Fenrir to snort.

"What?" He demanded.

Fenrir opened one eye to regard him. "My father feels otherwise. I seem to recall him ranting more than once about some stupid stunt you and Dean did or some situation you got into, so no, I'm not leaving." Sam shrugged.

He liked Fenrir, the wolf was very friendly, and had an interesting voice. It rang like a wolf's howl and kind of rumbled as well, a very warm protective sound. Sam knew Fenrir was Gabriel's oldest son, which raised the question as to why Gabriel thought he needed Fenrir to watch over Sam.

Fenrir let out a huff of air. "My father must care greatly for you." He turned his head to regard Sam with both eyes. "He's never asked me to do this before."

Sam sighed. "Or he thinks I'll get into trouble."

"Well, hanging around with my father does seem to lead to that." Fenrir commented and Sam laughed, Fenrir gave him a wolfish grin, which would be frightening if it weren't for Fenrir's tongue hanging out and the warmth in his eyes.

"Plus, it's only when you're alone." Fenrir added. "Where's Dean today?"

"Research, which likely involves Cas." Sam shook his head. Fenrir sighed, his sides heaving. Fenrir had an interesting pelt color, black with silver and gray streaked in.

Sam continued to read the book, hoping to find some clue about what they were hunting. He could tell Fenrir was dozing off, but the wolf's presence alone was enough.

At that moment, the door flew open. Turned out Fenrir was a light sleeper because he was on his paws in an instant, snarling, teeth bared, standing over Sam, and Sam's study companion and friend was gone. Fenrir looked truly terrifying like he could eat someone.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean swore, dropping something that was likely burgers and reaching for his gun.

"Oops." Fenrir muttered, standing down. He jumped off the bed as Dean pulled his gun out.

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean went into over protective older brother mode.

"Dean, relax." Sam glanced at Fenrir and grinned. "Down boy!"

Fenrir roared with laughter, the wolf's sides shaking as he laughed. He leaned against the hotel bed to steady himself.

Dean stared at Sam. "Okay, so what's that?"

"That is your nephew." Fenrir shot back, getting back on the bed next to Sam.

Dean blinked as Fenrir continued. "Twice over if you think about it. I'm Castiel's nephew, so that's one way, and I'm Sam's stepkid so-" He cut off to regard Sam worriedly as Sam made a choking noise.

"Sam?" He asked at the same time as Dean.

Sam coughed and waved his hand. "I'm fine. I just didn't think about it." He glanced at Dean. "This is Fenrir."

Castiel, who must've come behind Dean silently at some point, spoke. "Why is he here?"

"Ouch." Fenrir muttered.

Sam reached forward to rub Fenrir's ears. "Gabe asks him to stay with me whenever I'm alone."

Fenrir grinned. "Because he needs two guard dogs." He nodded to Dean, the wolfish grin back.

Dean walked over. "So, he's Gabe's kid?"

"Yep!" Fenrir nodded once and sat up to offer Dean his paw. Dean regarded him for a moment before shaking. Fenrir's eyes glinted like Gabe's did when he'd pulled off a successful prank.

Sam chuckled. "So Dean, feel better about leaving me 'alone' now?"

XXX

PB: You like Fenrir too much.

Me: * Shrugs * Gabe has a family outside the angels. I find that interesting. Plus no one ever talks about Vali or Navli.

Gabe: Please don't.

Me: Okay. Odd, you're not in this chapter at all…