A/N: I'm sorry. This has been bugging me and I had to write it out. I have, like, a fifty stories going (LITERALLY!) at once and I can't seem to be able to stop the Plot Bunnies from coming. Does anyone know how to make them slow the eff down? I mean, they're breeding like… well, rabbits. *sheepish grin* Don't judge my words! But, seriously, I am sorry for putting this out. I'm trying to calm the whirlwind that is my mind and finish VM2.0 but I… can't. It's just not coming. Which is one of the most Not Cool things to happen in a long time. Anywho, please tell me how you feel about this 'cause I dunno if I'm gonna keep this up here. I'll probably keep writing 'cause this Plot Bunny seems fracking persistent but I dunno if I'll post more. I'll probably delete this if y'all don't like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Whoa… Deja-freaking-vu, man! I think I've said that before… *reads other stories* Oh, I have. TA-friggin'-DA!
Warnings: Uh… Fuck. Obviously, just by that I'mma say 'Foul language'. Also, sexual jokes and shit like that 'cause Dean's in this story. (Shocker I know!) But… Umh… Violence? And… Uhh… Other stuff? Yeah. So there!
"Dude, I have a joke." Dean chuckled, grinning like the moron he was.
"Shoot." Sam said half-heartedly. He was busy reading a book. Some sci-fi thing that had to do with aliens. Even better. The more distracted Sam was the better.
"Okay, what's the one thing you can say to your dog and your girlfriend?" Dean snorted in anticipation. This was gonna be good. Dean had his cell phone out to record everything that was about to happen. Sam's face would be priceless.
"I dunno, uh, 'no'?" Sam asked, humoring Dean. Sam hadn't even looked up from his book.
"Nope." Dean's grin widened, "'Come'." Dean wriggled his index and middle finger when Sam slowly lifted his head to gape at Dean.
"That's sick, Dean!" Sam bitched, "And stop recording this!" He demanded, throwing a pen at Dean's phone, almost successful in shutting it.
"No way, man! Your face was priceless." Dean imitated Sam's expression, mixing in his own mocking faces.
"Seriously, dude. Knock it off." Sam said, standing to attempt to snatch the cell phone.
"Nah-ah-ah, Sammy. Mind your blood pressure." Dean happily, and openly, mocked his little brother. It was great being able to do this. Messing with Sammy was the Great Winchester Past Time. Even dad partook a little (a lot) when he was alive. The Nair in the shampoo? That was dad. And he paid dearly. Sam got into three fights at his school just to make sure dad was called in to be scolded for his "unruly son's behavior". It was awesome.
"Screw yo-" Sam didn't get to finish his insult (sad face) because suddenly the room was filled with an unforgettable heat. The entire building began shaking and two pillows had already caught fire. Dean was completely unscathed. The fires of hell had already marked him with its licking, ever searching tendrils of heat and pain. But Sam? Sam hadn't been to the Pit before so he wasn't okay.
Sam's skin was red and sweaty, looking like it was about ready to blister, "Sammy!" Dean gasped, trying to help support his baby brother. Which was proving to be a difficult task because the kid was a freaking giant. Dean almost got the, to the door when a large (at least five feet tall) fireball imploded suddenly. It threw a figure out of it before taking hell's heat when it vanished.
A young woman- younger than twenty but older the sixteen- with golden tanned skin, black hair that was draped over her like a threadbare blanket, and a white silk dress was sitting on their motel floor, gaping at the two of them. Suddenly, she exploded in a flurry of squeals, happiness, and well, more squeals. She leapt to her feet- which we re bare- and threw her arms around Dean, "OhmiLucifer! You're okay! Thank Lucifer, you're okay!" She cried, holding Dean's face in her hands as if she wasn't sure he was real.
"Dean, why didn't you come back? I was so worried when that over-grown pigeon took you away! You okay now, though, right? It didn't hurt you?" The girl asked, concern shining brightly in her metallic silver-red eyes.
"Dean…?" Sam asked, not sure if he should go for the guns or laugh his ass off.
"It's okay, Sammy. She's good." Dean said, patting the girls head. She beamed like she just won the freaking lottery.
"Okaaaay. Who is she?"
"M' h-hn." Dean mumbled, hiding his face in the girls hair.
"Say again?"
"I said, 'my hellhound' but you don't seem to speak Muffled Dean."
"I do!" The girl- Dean's freaking hellhound- chirped happily. Dean smiled and kissed her hair, causing the hound-in-human-form to purr. She- it- actually purred.
"You're okay with having her here?" Sam asked, frowning when Dean's face suddenly was full of sadness and pain.
"Zeppelin, go get us some food. The usual." Zeppelin the hellhound was thoughtful for a second before bobbing her head and grabbing Dean's wallet to head outside, "Don't kill anyone!" Dean called while she still had her hand on the doorknob, "Hell bound or not, leave them alone." Sam wanted to laugh at that but the stricken, kicked puppy expression on Zeppelin's face and the serious one on Dean's told him this was no laughing matter.
Zeppelin left with a mumbled, "Yes sir."
Sam stared at Dean expectantly, "All right, start talking, dude. What the hell do you mean Zeppelin is your hellhound? How did you even get a hellhound? I thought they scared you."
Dean scowled, "First off, they do not scare me. They just make my adrenaline pumping. And second, yeah, Zeppelin is my hellhound. Before- before Cas pulled me out…" Dean looked at Sam, silently begging him not to judge, "I was only a few years away from becoming a demon. And, to celebrate, Alistair wanted me to have my first hellhound. He said I'd be a wicked crossroads demon. So, he had me draw out exactly what I wanted my hound to look like."
"He had me write out every single detail about her. I decided that I didn't want some mangy mutt following me around so I made her take human shape. 'Cause, ya know, there's nothing hotter than an assassin chick. Once she was made I knew she was perfect. I spent every moment I could with her. Alistair was cool with it, took over the rack while I trained her how to hound."
Dean Sam a small, slightly watery smile, "She was so eager to please me, Sammy. The demon part of me didn't even mind that she would rather cuddle bunnies than rip them apart. I think… I think that she kept me human a little bit longer. Just until someone could save me."
"It's what you wanted." A soft voice said from the doorway. Dean looked up and Sam turned around, "I could tell you didn't want to lose your humanity just yer so I helped you keep it." She looked for all the world that she had done a bad thing. She looked- Sam blinked repeatedly- she looked like a puppy that knew it had done something bad. Dean gave her a knowing smile and patted the bed next to him. Zeppelin yipped happily, put the bags of food on the table, and jumped onto the bed before nestling in close to Dean.
"She's part hound, Sam. A dog, ya know?" Dean explained as he pet her hair, "A dog from hell but a dog none the less. I was her only family ever since she was born and then I was taken. If you were in her position, wouldn't you want to be near me like this?" Dean gestured with one hand at Zeppelin, who was currently nuzzling Dean's side while whining. Sam didn't really understand what the whining meant until she shoved her head under Dean's hand.
Oh, she wanted pets.
Sam nodded, thinking that it made some sort of twisted perfect sense, "Kay, I get it. What do with her, though? I mean, where do her loyalties lie?" Sam was thinking about their hunt to stop Lucifer. A hellhound could either help them or make them crash and burn.
"With Dean." Zeppelin said instantly. There was no hesitation or wariness in her voice. Her eyes blazed with fierce protection and the intent to follow every single of Dena's orders. Even if that meant dying. Sam nodded and that was the end of that discussion. Zeppelin would come with them. Sam ate his salad while Dean ate his burger, occasionally tossing Zeppelin a fry or two when she begged.
"Dean," Zeppelin asked, holding up the remote, "What's this?"
"TV remote." Dean answered, his mouth full of cheeseburger.
"Oh, okay." A few seconds passed, "What's it do?"
"Turns on the TV."
"Got it…" She nodded, "Hey, Dean-"
"A TV is that big box thing on the dresser. It shows you things. Push the red button on the remote." Dean grinned. And so the hellhound was introduced to the television. Sam chuckled as she was instantly drawn to the current show. It took Sam a few seconds to realize that, yes, the creature that every demon, human, and creature feared was enthralled by Gargoyles.
"Dude!" Dean crowed, tossing his wrapper into the garbage and collapsing onto the couch with Zeppelin, "I freaking love this show!"
"Figures." Sam laughed, watching Dean and his hellhound get sucked into the TV.
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