This was a fun short story (or flash fiction) to write as Celeste and Dean have some fluffy moments. Feel free to review.

Whining I sniffed at the mahogany coffee stain that Dean's cup had imprinted on the table about two weeks ago. He had went on a solo hunt, leaving me and Sam behind. Now normally I would have been able to cope. As Sam would maintain contact with Dean. But he had upped and left saying something about going to Bobby's and that it was an emergency.

Being the obedient hunting dog I was. I decided to stay here and wait for Dean to return. Pacing the bunker wasn't helping. If I had some company I would have probably felt more comfortable. Becoming adapted to living with others meant when I was by myself it didn't feel natural.

Whenever I close my eyes every single noise jolted me awake. I think I even scared the postman of when I tore and barked excitedly when I heard a knock at the door. Judging by his girlish scream, unless it was a postwoman, I'm not sure and I don't judge.

That bloody coffee stain kept mocking me. Not only because it reminded me that although I enjoyed a cup of Joe as they called it, my roots required me to apparently be a tea lover, which they all aside from Sam despised. But as the scent slowly died over time it meant Dean had been missing for longer than he should have been.

My anxiety must have drained the last of my strength. As when I opened my eyes I noticed the source of my pleasure, Dean had been scratching the fluffy part of my ears. With my tail thumping I bounced around his legs. Laughing he grabbed my head roughly and patted me madly.

"I missed you too Huntress. Sorry I couldn't get home sooner. Baby broke down and then my cell phone smashed. It has been a bit of a nightmare," his deep voice made me feel calm as I leaned against his legs.

Transforming back into myself. I hugged him tightly.

"Hey short-stack. So you been home alone huh?" Dean asked as he accepted my hug gratefully.

"Yeah my uncles are who knows where. And Bobby called Sam. By the way he was rushing around I guess it was urgent. I was Huntress at the time and as Sam was panicking I couldn't send him a message," I explained as Dean pushed me away gently to look at me,

"Sam went off by himself? Why didn't you go with him?" he asked with a hint of criticism.

"I wanted to wait to make sure you got home in one piece," I admitted blushing at how childish I sounded.

Dean's eyes softened as he smiled at me,

"How about we eat and then we can call Sam. I bought chicken pie.".

I grinned and said,

"Finally some decent food. When Sam was here he kept trying to force me to eat salads.".

I laughed as Dean wrinkled his nose in response and as he added,

"I should have him done for child cruelty.".

"I know right.".

As we sat down to tuck into our oven heated pies I was glad to have Squirrel back.