I have no idea.

Dean was scared, and that's exactly when the barking started. It made him jump, it was so deep, so loud, he heard it through the walls. It told him he was real, and he was awake. He felt himself shake as his bare feet touched the cold floor.

"What the hell?" Sam groaned, waking up himself.

"It's fine, it's my fault." Dean muttered heading for the door of the motel room. As soon as he turned the doorknob, it was completely silent. The absolute first thing Dean saw wasn't Dana, but the scratches in the previously perfectly painted door.

"C'mon, get in." Dean stepped aside tiredly, pointing inside the room.

He kept his eyes closed, the lights of the street and the parking lot simply too much. He only needed to listen to her claws on the ground to know when to close the door. He looked over to see Sam had fallen right back asleep before letting himself fall back into his own bed.

"Get up." Dean mumbled, pulling the blanket over himself. He felt the bed dip significantly, and she laid down beside him, putting her head onto his stomach.

"You know when I'm scared, don't you?" It was just like it had been in the woods, Dean could talk with her, like she was a human, and maybe, just sometimes she could give him an answer.

"You know when anybody's scared." Dean answered his own question, nodding as she turned her head sideways on him, looking up at him.

"Doesn't say that superpower in any of our books." Dean placed his hand on her head as he stared at the ceiling. He didn't look at her eyes, sharp and steady but he always felt her tender charm.

"'There any other things we don't know about your kind?" Dean chuckled when he heard a low, quiet, whine. "Well you are one of… some skinwalkers. Your kind, you're one of them now. Doesn't mean it's that bad." he shrugged slightly, smiling.

"Okay, here's a question. Because of this… predicament. Do you have any dog … things to you? Do you get super excited over snow, or if you see a squirrel you freak out…? Any of that?" Dean feeling the movement over her wagging tail told him enough, and so he fell asleep mumbling, and smiling.