So I read your fic Dire (i loved it <3!) and here's my timestamp idea :) In the future Dean finds a very young skinwalker pup and he and Cas search for its parents or pack. Meanwhile they have to care for it. Up to you whether they find its family or they adopt it, but I love the idea of new!parents Dean and Cas + puppy shenanigans haha.
hopefully there’s enough shenanigans? i’ve never written lighthearted fics with kids
Dean had gone out to go hunting. He was starving and Castiel didn’t have enough food, not enough to spare for his appetite right now. Plus, it had been a while since Dean had brought any kind of trophy present back to Castiel. He was hunting along one of the cliffs bordering the city, high and far enough away that finding something decent should’ve been easy. But so far, all he’d found was small game. He didn’t object, he would take what he could get. But none of it was trophy game. At least, not by the time he was through.
He ducked his head to the ground and sniffed, searching for the scent of something worthwhile. Nothing. Dean whined softly to himself and turned around, going back the way he’d came. He’d gotten up and left before Castiel had even woken up and now the sun was low in the sky. He sniffed at the ground and brush as he walked by, half hoping he might still find something, but there was nothing bigger than a raccoon or skunk.
Dean hopped down the rocks, disturbing only a few small ones as he went. They tumbled a couple feet, clacking lightly, then were followed by the small sound of rushing gravel. Dean stopped immediately, hearing the gravel slush intermittently with the sound of slightly bigger rock clacking. He whipped his head to the side, fearing a rock slide, and saw a small creature up the hill to his left. It was stumbling down the hill, stepping in patches of loss pebbles and kicking every possible rock by accident. Dean narrowed his eyes at, trying to see what it was.
It was a small, fuzzy dog; a coyote or fox pup maybe. The pup tumbled a few feet with a high pitched yelp that had Dean wincing in sympathy for it. The pup landed on its chest, falling to its side and whimpering. Dean ducked his head, glancing around for any sign of its family. With no sign of anything else nearby, Dean took a cautious step towards the crying pup. He’d been in similar situations before, with baby animals seemingly alone and defenseless. But when he’d gone to investigate, he found they were never truly alone or defenseless.
He kept his attention away from the pup, watching the dried shrubs for any rustling and listening for the small snap of a branch or clack of a rock. Even only feet from the pup, there was nothing.