Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you read the address once again. You were standing in front of the correct place, but you still weren't sure. It was so much fancier than your normal clients, and you hoped it wasn't some sort of mistake.

"Here goes nothing," you whispered, smoothing down your simple gray hoodie and your black leggings. With your hair in a ponytail, you were ready for a day taking care of dogs. Not exactly ready to step into high society, which is exactly what the house in front of you screamed.

A large, iron fence surrounded the large manicured lawn. A two-story house sat off in the distance, a large light colored stone and shining glass windows. It was beautiful, and cost more than you would ever see in your lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed the speaker button by the gate. "Yes?" A deep voice asked.

"Hello. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm the dog walker."

"Come on in. To the side entrance please," the voice said before the gates started sliding open. You began the trek up the paved driveway, bypassing the main entrance as you turned towards the garage. A door was off to the side, and you had a feeling that was the entrance you were supposed to use. Raising your hand to knock, the door swung open, a petite red haired woman standing there with a perplexed look on her face. "And you are?"

"I was just let in through the gate. I'm Y/N? The dog walker," you told her, wondering if she was going to let you in. You were beginning to wonder if this job was worth all the hassle. But it paid well, and you were struggling to get by.

Nodding, you tucked a long curl behind her hair, stepping back and ushering you inside. "I was wondering when you would arrive. I just didn't expect someone so...pretty."

Lightly blushing under the underhanded compliment, you stepped inside the nice little foyer. Probably not as fancy as the main entrance, it still had warm colors, decorated elegantly. "I'm Ruth, the housekeeper. This way please."

You followed her down the long hallway, past a kitchen that was bigger than your entire apartment. Gleaming marble countertops and top of the line appliances filled the luxurious kitchen, and you imagined yourself spending hours in their, baking to your heart's content.

"The dogs are kept to the back of the house, and from now on I expect you to find your way there by yourself. You will be given a key to the side door, but be assured, someone will be watching. We don't just let anyone in this house."

"Can I ask who my boss is?" You asked her as you stepped into a large, tiled room. Immediately you could tell it was the dog's room. Plus dog beds lined one wall. Toys were strewn around the room, and a doggy door led to the large backyard. The doggy door was one of the biggest ones you had ever seen, as was the dog beds against the ball. Making you wonder exactly what type of dogs you would be dealing with.

"As far as you're concerned, it's me," she announced. "You will be taking care of two dogs. They are both Tibetian Mastiffs. I hope you are aware of the breed."

"I have heard of them, yes."

Pulling her pocket out of her phone, Rowena seemed to forget you were in the room for a moment. "I want you to read up on them. They are very expensive dogs and take a lot of time and care. They do not trust easily, and I do not have time to babysit you. You will be given a check every two weeks. You will have to work around the owner' schedule and keep out of his way when he is home. I expect you to be here every morning to make sure these dogs are taken care of. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly clear," you assured her, just as two monstrous dogs came up to the doggy door, growling as they noticed you. Pushing their way through the door, they came striding towards you, their hackles raised.

"Sam, Dean, heel," Rowena snapped, the Scottish tilt of her voice even more noticeable. "They know all commands. I will leave you to get acquainted."

She left the room, and you turned to stare back at the dogs. Their shackles had gone down, but they were still standing there, unsure of you. "Hey guys," you spoke softly, reaching out your hand, holding it upside down so they could sniff you. The one with the green collar came up to you first, sniffing your hand. You could read the name Dean etched on his name tag. "Hey Dean," you whispered, waiting until he licked your hand before you reached up and petted his ear. Sam came up then, sniffing your arm as you petted his brother. "You are absolutely beautiful," you whispered. They were huge, towering over you as you crouched down in front of them. Thick and furry, they were the largest dogs you had ever seen. "I think we're going to be good friends. Wanna go for a walk?"

Bouncing up and down, they made their way back to the door, and you followed them out to the backyard. A tall fence surrounded the yard, no doubt to keep the dogs in, but maybe to keep prying eyes out as well. Off to the side was a pool with a waterfall on one side. A large patio with a fire pit, bbq grill, and patio furniture finished off the backyard, fancier than any backyard you had ever seen. "Who is your owner?" You whispered as both Sam and Dean walked by your side. They almost came up to your chest, like huge, giant real-life teddy bears. Dean woofed in response to your question before taking off towards the back of the yard, Sam following suit.

You let them run around for a while, enjoying the warm air, wishing you wouldn't get in trouble for taking a swim.

It was almost an hour later that you finally called them back, surprised they came running back to you, laying their heads against you. "You guys are just sweeties," you told them, rubbing behind their ears as you led them back inside. In a cupboard, you found the container of high-end dog food, instructions written on the container. Giving them a little bit of food each, you noticed a picture on the wall. It was of both dogs, a man in between them. Letting the dogs eat, you stepped closer to the picture, getting a good looker at their owner.

In the picture, he was wearing ripped jeans, a pair of heavy black boots and a leather jacket. His face was covered in stubble, his green eyes staring straight at the camera. He was extremely handsome, much younger than you had imagined. Maybe mid 30's, with dark sandy blonde hair that seemed a little messy. He seemed tall, his shoulders weighed and strong. "Your owner is a handsome man," you told the dogs who paid no attention to you. "I wonder who he is to afford such a place."

Just then there was a knock on the door and Rowena stuck her head inside. "I'm surprised to see you here still. But it's time for you to go. He will be here any moment, and will no doubt want to spend time with his dogs. He hasn't seen them in almost two weeks."

"Of course. And when do you want me back?"

"I think seven would be perfect. Just in time to let them out for the morning, and give them their breakfast."

With those words, she turned on her heel, and you followed her back down the hallway. Stepping outside, you began the trek back down the driveway. The gates slid open, and you were about ready to begin the trek to the nearest bus stop when an old, classic car came to a stop in front of you. The window rolled down, and you immediately recognized the green eyes from the picture in the dog room. "Everything okay?"

"Yes," you stuttered, not sure how you were supposed to handle meeting who had to be the boss. "I'm just leaving for the day."

"And you are?"

"Y/N. I take care of the dogs," you said quickly. "Today was my first day."

He nodded. "I heard the last one quit. I'm Jensen, but you probably already know that. It's nice to meet you."

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you stepped to the side as he turned his car down the driveway and you began the long trek to the bus station. Wondering if you would be able to see Jensen again tomorrow. Knowing it was foolish to already feel a slight crush on your boss, knowing that he would have nothing to do with a simple dog walker.