Dean Winchester

Dean rolled onto his elbows, surveying Hera across the bed. Why he'd decided that his one night off would be prime time to have a damn slumber party with a toddler, he didn't know, but he forgot to care pretty quick when she whipped out another flawless monkey face.

"Oh man," he said, trying to tug his ears down as far as hers. "I am so burned. Angua!" he shouted across the hut. "Come over here and avenge my honor!"