Thought are in italics.

Don't mind the random quotes and title. I just needed a title. And mucking about with old classics are always fun. So don't pay too much attention to the quotes. Actually just ignore them. Should probably exclude them. But no. I like making things hard for myself.

This fic isn't beta read. So beware of drastic changes in writing style and errors in spelling and grammar, and probably a lot of tense changes. Furthermore I'm not a native English speaker so...yeah, disclaimer?

Reviews, comments and corrections of grammar and spelling are always appreciated.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy

Holding the phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder Bobby sighs setting down the gun he was cleaning. "Could be wolves."

"It's not wolves, Booby."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. But what I don't understand is why I have to go and check it out and not you?" He grumbles taking the phone back in his hand.

"I'm following a group of vampires heading up north. If I took a detour I would lose them. Bobby, seriously it's not wolves killing all those sheep."

Sighing Bobby relinquishes. "A'right I'll check it out."

"Thanks."

Pinching the bridge of his nose he waves of the thanks. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't get yourself killed fooling around with those vampires."

"I'm not a newbie."

"Sure. Bye, Matthew."

"Bye, Bobby." Hanging up the phone he sights heavily.

Looking down at the counter he picks up the note he scribbled down the address on. "Well, I'll better check it out."

-..-..-..

Crouching by the carcass of a sheep he inspects the claw and bite marks. "Hmm, well something sure seems hungry."

Taking a closer look at the marks he notes that they bare a striking assemblance to hellhound claw and bite marks but are far to small. They're even to small to be from wolves. Might be coyotes.

Cutting up the the remains he packs them up.

Heading over to a nearby barn he looks around inside noting that it seems as if no one's been there for some time.

Looking around inside he find a pile of straw with some smudged paw prints in the dirt around it. Better make sure it's just some coyotes and not anything else.

With a sigh he walks back to his truck and drives it up to the barn.

Getting out of the truck he gets a cage from the back. "Lets start with something simple."

Setting up rudimentary trap, in this case just a cage using a shank from the sheep carcass as bait. "There." Hopefully there will only be a rogue coyote in here tomorrow and nothing else.

-..-..-..

Coming back the next day Bobby walks into the barn only to find the door of the cage closed and something growling inside it. Something invisible. "Balls." Please don't be a hellhound.

Going closer to the cage the growling, that was frankly quite pitiful, turns into whining and whimpering. "What kind of hellhound whimpers?"

Grabbing some dirt from the ground he walks up to the cage. Frowning he looks down at the seemingly empty space. "And what kind of hellhound can be held by a normal cage." Dropping the dirt over the cage it lands and outlines the silhouette of what looks like a small dog or a, "Puppy. A hellhound puppy."

Turning he rubs at his face. "Shit."

Not sure what to do he starts walking away to check if he has anything useful in his truck but after a couple of steps the whining from the cages becomes louder. Stopping Bobby looks back at the cage which actually causes the whining to quiet down but not disappear entirely.

Frowning Bobby notes that the sheep shank he left has been decimated and only some bone fragments remain.

Sighing he heads over to his truck the desperate whimpering now turned into howls following him out.

Tacking out the cooler with the rest of the sheep from the back of his truck Bobby takes a moment to think about what he's about to do. I've gone soft with old age.

Shaking his head he goes back to the barn.

The moment he steps into the barn the howling stops and a consistent whining starts up.

Kneeling down on one knee by the cage he places the cooler next to himself. Watching the last bits of dirt still seemingly float in mid air Bobby unsheathes his knife with a sigh and opens the cooler.

As fast as the lid of the cooler opens the whining from the pup turns into what can only be described as yapping. Happy yapping.

Raising a brow he looks over at the cage. "Yapping hellhounds." Shaking his head he picks up one of the last legs from the sheep and holds it in front of the cage. "I'll take it that you want this." Yapping turning louder he can hear something swooshing in the air. So hellhounds wag their tails. Wouldn't that be something to add to the bestiary.

Cutting off a small piece of the meat he uses the knife to poke it in through the bars.

Meat immediately getting snatched up it disappears before Bobby can even blink. "You're really hungry, ain't you?"

Continuing to feed the puppy through the bars Bobby tries to figure out what to do. "Should kill you. I also need to figure out how you got here."

Shoving in the last piece of meat he stands up knees aching. "I'm to old for this."

Whining starting up again as he moves Bobby can't help but look down at the cage feeling his heart ache at the noise. It had to be a puppy.

Sighing he grabs the cooler walking back to his truck, the howling of an abandoned puppy slicing though the air.

Returning to the barn he now has some rope and salt with him.

Walking around the cage he makes a circle of salt before he kneels down by its door. The swooshing noise of a tail having returned with a vengeance together with the shuffling sound of paws.

Taking a deep breath Bobby shakes his head. "This is how I die. Goddamned hypocrite is what I am. "

Extending his arm he holds the back of his hand up against the cage ready to quickly pull it back if needed.

Flinching slightly at the first feel of something cold and wet, Probably its nose, he forces his hand to keep still only to feel a tongue lick at it.

"Okay, so far so good." Taking a deep breath he lets one of his fingers poke into the cage. "Don't bite, okay?" But instead of teeth there is just more drool.

Chuckling slightly in relief Bobby pokes some more fingers in only to be greeted by vigorous licking. "You're really just a puppy, aren't you?"

Making up his mind he removes his hand reaching off to the side to pick up some more dirt.

"Let's see you again." Dropping the dirt over the cage the slight silhouette of the hellhound puppy becomes visible again.

"You just stay still now." Reaching for the lock Bobby keeps an eye on the floating dirt. "No bolting away, okay?"

Holding the door closed he picks up the rope. Having already tied a slipknot on it he simply starts to open the door slowly while calmly talking. "You ain't gonna attack me. No, you don't want that. All you wanted was some food." Dirt staying still in the air he carefully slips the rope over the puppies head. "You just wanted some breakfast didn't you?" Tightening the knot around the puppies neck he lets his hands retreat holding on hard to the rope. "There."

Standing up he lightly tugs at the makeshift leash. "Let's see if this will work."

At the tug the floating dirt trots out of the cage only to stop before going flying everywhere when the puppy shakes itself.

"Sorry about the dirt."

Backing slowly Bobby tugs at the rope making the seemingly levitating noose follow him.

Kicking the salt line he leads the puppy out talking to it all the way. "So what should I do with you? Should probably ask Crowley. He might know why there's a hellpuppy running around. Hopefully I got something for you to eat at home."

Backing up next to the passenger side of his truck he opens the door. Standing next to the opened door he looks from the floating loop to the passenger seat. "Okay, lets see how this will work."

Contemplating how to get the hellpup up to the seat he doesn't need to think long because the loop walks forward jumping up on the seat all by its own volition. "That was easy."

Before he closes the door he ties his end of the rope securely to the headrest.

Walking over to the driver side Bobby slides in behind the steering wheel. While turning the key he glances over at the rope. The puppy seems to have settled down to take a nap not really reacting to the motor noises.

"This is so gonna come back to bite me in the ass." He grumbles before driving off.

-..-..-..

Rolling up the driveway Bobby goes through his plan once more but out loud this time to try and wake his passenger.

"So we'll get inside where I will temporary put you in a circle of salt, just long enough to secure the house so that you can't get out. Okay?" Looking over at the invisible little dog he can see the rope stir somewhat.

"You awake there?" Reaching over he tugs lightly on the rope. Hearing a weak sleepy sounding whine he lets go of the rope.

Getting out of the car he walks over to the passenger side. Opening the door he unties the rope from the headrest and tugs at it again only for the loop to stay put on the seat.

"Come on." He says insistently only to get what sounds as a sleepy yawn in response.

Reaching over he pets on what he assumes is the pups head only to recoil at the feel of its skin. Feels like gnarly scaring mixed with fur. Shaking off the unpleasant feeling from first touching the pup he reaches out once more petting across its back. "You need to get up, sweetheart."

Feeling the body under his hand move slightly he can see the loop rise before settling down again. Sighing he removes his hand.

Taking off his hat Bobby rub across his head. "Well, if you ain't getting up by your own I'll have to move you by myself."

Putting his cap back on he bends down. "No biting." Getting his arms under the small body he lifts the puppy up only to grunt under the weight. "What are you made of? Lead. You're barely the size of a beagle."

Hitching the puppy up in his arms he bumps the door shut with his hip.

Carrying the the pup with him he can feel its breath at his neck as it nuzzles its nose into it.

Feeling claws dig into his arm Bobby grumbles to himself shifting his grip on the pup while trying to open the front door. "Bringing a hellhound home. How can I ever yell at the boys for doing something stupid ever again."

Getting the door open he kicks at the salt line he keeps there before walking in heading over to the kitchen.

Setting down the sleepy bundle on the kitchen floor he reaches over to the counter picking up one of the many cartoons of salt he keeps there.

Walking around the rope loop and by extension the hellpup he makes a circle of salt around it.

Crouching down Bobby reaches into the circle petting the puppy. "So you'll just stay here while I get some stuff from my truck and double check all the salt lines so you won't get out, okay?"

Getting a confused whine in response Bobby hesitates for just a second before standing up walking away.

The moment he sets foot out of the kitchen the pup starts howling and whining for him to come back.

Speeding up he hurries out to his truck to get the cooler and some other things. Quickly going back to the house he checks all the salt lines as quickly as possible all while having the desperate howling of a puppy following him.

Walking into the kitchen to check the last salt lines Bobby can see the rope loop bounce up and down and the howling turns into whimpering yapping.

"Calm down. I'm done in just a second."

Checking the last line everything seems to be secure.

Turning back to the bouncing yapping rope he sighs rubbing at his face. "Okay, I 'll let you out but no killing."

Stepping up to the circle he notes that there's now some shallow claw marks on the linoleum by the inner edge of the salt line. "Also try and not claw or destroy anything."

As fast as Bobby disrupts the salt the rope bounces up to him and he feels paws land on his thighs and claws dig in.

Leaning down he pets at the pups head. "Yeah, yeah. I was only gone for a couple of minutes."

Straightening up he moves back feeling the paws fall away. Turning around he walks over to a cupboard to get a broom to sweep up all the salt.

Hearing claws click against the floor he look back to see the rope trail after him. Frowning at this he walk over to the salt starting to sweep it up. "Need to do something about that rope. Can't have you walking around with it trailing behind you like that. You might get stuck."

Sweeping up the last salt he empties the dustpan in the bin before setting it aside.

Kneeling he whistling holding his hand out. "Come here, girl."

Immediately the loop obediently trots over to him and he feels a wet nose nudge at his hand.

Taking out a knife he grabs the rope cutting it shorter and then adjusts the knot around the pups neck. "So you don't strangle yourself."

Letting go of the rope he hears the pup shake itself and what sounds as scratching. Seeing the rope turn slightly and some fraying appearing he reaches out stopping the pup. "No scratching at that. It needs to stay. Can't see where you are without it."

Ruffling the pups ears he keeps an eye on the loop as he stands walking towards the hall. "Let's find a blanket for you to lie on."

-..-..-..

Having found an old blanket for the pup to sleep on Bobby has now settled down in his study trying to find anything about hellhound puppies.

He gave up on trying to summon Crowley after the fifth attempt.

Shutting the book he was reading he rubs at his face in frustration. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Leaning back in his chair he rolls his shoulders and neck when he suddenly hears munching noises.

Looking over at the hellpup Bobby sees one of his tombs getting shredded. "Don't chew on that!" Standing up he hurries over.

Grabbing the book he admonishes the pup. "Bad dog! No." Looking the book over it seems as if the thick leather cover and spine has taken the brunt of the damage.

Hearing whining he looks down just to see the rope loop hunker down low on the floor. "It's not your fault. Shouldn't have left it lying on the floor."

The whining from the pup don't stop though. "It's not your fault, ….. " Blanking Bobby realizes that he doesn't know what to call the puppy.

"Should probably give you a name. The way this research are going you will stay here for quite some time. And Crowley won't answer any of my tries to contact him."

Glancing thoughtfully from the mangled book to the levitating rope he raises a brow. "Well you seem to like literature. Maybe something from a classic. Though I don't know if your a boy or girl."

Sighing he sits down on the couch.

"Well, you seem far to well behaved to be a boy." Looking down at the book in his hand Bobby smiles wryly, "When you ain't eating my research material."

Feeling paws land on his lap he looks back up at the rope loop floating in front of him. Feeling his hand get nudged by a nose the pup seems to whine in apology.

Setting the book aside he scratches at the back of an invisible ear, cold nose snuffling at his wrist. "Maybe, Elizabeth. Lizzy." Getting no response what so ever from the pup he dismisses the name. "Yeah, I don't like it that much either."

Ransacking his brain for names he can't really come up with anything original. "What about Juliet?" Getting a happy yap at that he ruffles the pups ears. "Really? Juliet?"

"Ain't that original but what's in a name?" Smiling he ruffles Juliet's ears one last time before standing.

"Let's find something for you to chew on that isn't 700 years old."

-..-..-..

Giving up on researching Bobby has now relocated to the kitchen.

Standing in front of the the open fridge he glances from its content to over at Juliet who's currently busy demolishing the femur from a sheep.

Grabbing a t-bone Bobby had been planing to make for himself he turns taking a plate down from a shelf.

Hearing shuffling, the clicking of claws walks up to him.

Glancing down he sees the rope loop look up at him while whining eagerly. "Calm your horses. I'm just gonna plate it first." Moving the stake over to the plate he turns to the loop. "Sit."

Looking down at the pup he can't see Bobby realizes how stupid it was to ask her to sit.

Inspecting the rope he thinks it looks like it might have changed elevation and angle. "Ehhm, I'm just going to assume that you're sitting down."

Setting down the plate he watches the stake get ripped apart only for the ripped off pieces to go invisible a moment later. "I'll have to go into town to by some kibble or something for you tomorrow."

Shaking his head Bobby turns to grab a bowl that he fills with water before setting it down next to the plate. "There you go."

Turning back to the counter he lets out a deep breath. "Guess I'll have sandwiches."

-..-..-..

Finishing up in the study he's trying to figure out what to do with Juliet when she starts to whine.

Looking back at the invisible puppy it takes him a second to realize what she wants. "Need to go out? "

Walking over to the kitchen with Juliet following at his heels he grabs the rope he left there.

Crouching down he whistles. "Come here." Obediently the rope loop walks up to him stopping in front of him.

Tying the rope securely to the loop he pets Juliet on the head. "There. No running away now."

Well outside he takes a small walk around the junkyard and nearby woods.

Glancing down at the rope obediently trotting next to him he smiles a bit. "Who would have ever thought that hellhounds knew how to heel."

-..-..-..

Back indoors he unties Juliet. Looking at the rope loop walk away he realizes that he can't let her roam free in his house at night, she might get out while he sleeps.

Getting her blanket from the study Bobby lays it out on the kitchen floor. "Juliet, come here."

Making sure that she stays on the blanket he grabs the salt making a circle around her. "This is only for tonight. Okay? Or at least till I figure something else out."

Walking over to the door opening he glances back at Juliet who has started to whine. "I'll just be up stairs, I'm not abandoning you." Turning off the light he heads up to his bedroom, Juliet howling in despair from the kitchen.

Sitting down on his bed Bobby listens to the hellhound yowling like any normal puppy would.

"Hellhound. Have to remember that." He tries to tell himself this but just then a heart breaking howl slices through the air. Frowning he shakes his head trying to dismiss the guilt he feel. "She has to stop eventually."

Readying himself for bed he tries to block out the howling waiting for it to stop, but after 40 minutes there doesn't seem to be any end to it any time soon.

Sitting up he shakes his head. "Gone soft is what I have." Getting out of bed he heads down back to the kitchen.

As fast as he sets his foot in the kitchen the yowling stops getting replaces by happy yapping.

Turning on the lights he looks over at the rope loop bouncing up and down noting that the floor is scratched to hell as if she's tried to dig herself out.

With a sigh he breaks the salt circle making the invisible puppy jump up at him, paws on his thighs nose snuffling his hand.

"Guess you'll sleep with me tonight." Grabbing the salt he heads back up to his bedroom Juliet following suit.

After making a salt line at his bedroom door he's just about to lie down in bed when he feels the mattress dip. "No, bad Juliet. Down."

Watching the rope settle down a pleading whine comes from it.

Rubbing at his face Bobby relinquishes. "Okay, you can stay."

Laying down he pets Juliet on the head. "Night, Juliet."

Thought I should mention that I do read all comments/reviews. I may not answer but I promise that I do read them. I'm bad at replies. Basically: I can't talk to people in writing. I don't translate well over text. I need to gesture and emote. *emphasizes this by gesturing emphatically*