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Dean always tried to be just like his father, so when Alena finally settled on his fifteenth birthday he locks himself in the impala and refuses to come out.

"I don't know what you expected of me," the dog growls from the back seat, interrupting his tirade.

"We were supposed to be an eagle too, or a falcon or hawk- something cool with wings!"

Alena gazed balefully up at him, head balanced on her paws. "Anthony didn't have wings."

Dean's emotions ran against a faded memory of four white husky paws and watchful blue eyes. Mary Winchester shared her daemon's eye color and protective nature. His anger crumbled.

"Come here," he said, gesturing to Alena for the first time that day. Joyfully she scrambled from the back seat into his lap, squishing him against the door as she tried to fit all her girth between his body and the wheel. Dean laughed and scratched her ears.

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