Hello my fellow readers. I hope you enjoy this sequel. Just to let you all know I have completed this story, but I will editing the chapters one by one. So please be patient and I will try to update this story as quick as possible for all of you. Feel free to review :D
A year had passed at a breakneck pace for Dean, Sam and the new member of their family, Huntress. Even though Dean had strongly opposed the idea of getting a hunting dog in the first place, you could say both Sam's and Huntress' puppy-dog eyes had won him over. Not to mention Huntress' charm and talent for taking down the creatures that dwell in the shadows and cloak themselves in corruption.
The sun was setting in the peach coloured sky as the brothers and Huntress were returning from the park. Despite, having been out for a good many hours Huntress was bounding along by their sides. Her tail was wagging like a helicopter blade. Chuckling Dean unlocked the door of their bunker and grinned at Sam as Huntress tore down the stairs, leaping off at the bottom and landing on all fours. She began to spring around in circles. Sam felt dizzy just watching.
"Seriously Huntress what does it take to wear you out?" Sam asked as Huntress turned to face him. She dipped her back so she was in a playful stance, waiting expectantly for Sam to join in. "No girl. No more playing. Time to get some sleep."
Upon hearing the word girl Huntress batted her head with her paw and the noun sleep made her whine.
"Basket," Dean addressed her gruffly as she lowered her head and padded over to it. The basket was filled with plump, coffee coloured cushions and Huntress rested her head on her paws. Not even glancing up from the newspaper Dean had abandoned on the table before they left for the park he said, "Thank you."
Sam smiled as he watched Huntress huff before she stretched and released a high-pitched yawn. Then her eye-lids quickly shut.
"How did we get so lucky with her Dean?" Sam asked in a soft tone as Dean glanced over at the sleeping mass of fluff.
"You found her Sam so God knows. Were lucky she didn't turn out rabid." Dean shrugged, passing off Sam's comment casually. But despite his teasing Dean loved Huntress dearly. He never knew it could be so much fun owning a pet.
Even if she did shed hair over his precious, leather impala seats. A little cleaning rectified this situation and Dean hadn't had the urge to kill her for it yet, so all was well. Sam emphasised,
"I'm serious Dean. She is an angel." He gestured with a large palm at Huntress, who was snoring lightly.
"I wouldn't call her an angel. She can be a literal bitch sometimes," Dean retorted although he cracked a smile.
For a semi-wild dog she was tame, which was way beyond the expectation one would have of something that was supposed to be feral. However, Dean could not help feel his hunter senses tingle in the strange circumstances that they had come to own Huntress. He hated that this small niggle meant he felt as if he was constantly trying not to get too attached to her in case something happened.
Sam and Dean passed what little time they had left of that autumn afternoon cleaning their rifles or sharpening their silver knives. The brothers chatted about random topics that really had no relevance to their work. They had discovered that when Huntress had entered their lives she had brought with her a strange sense of normality, so they could talk about things such as the weather. Sometimes they even reminisced about their short-lived childhood that still contained so many wonderful memories. Huntress had made it all possible. And if they had had a particularly rough day on a case she would never fail to make them laugh or feel more optimistic by performing some sort of stupid antic. Like the cliché of chasing her tail or rolling around on the wooden floor, plying for attention and thus forcing them to be happy or at the very least take a moment to forget about the crap they had to deal with.
"I'm gonna call it a night," Sam said as he finished polishing the last demon blade before stuffing it into his duffel bag.
Dean rubbed a cloth over his rifle before picking up his own duffel bag and he slung both items over one shoulder.
"Same here, I am just going to store this in the guest room and hit the sack myself," Dean said as he lumbered off under the weight of the heavy bags.
Sam smirked at Dean's reference of the room where he reckoned they could capture demons and persuade them to willingly give information. As he walked by Huntress he noticed her front and back legs were flailing as if she were running towards something. She must be having a dream, Sam concluded with a smile. Huntress could be too dang cute to know how to respond to her. Quietly he crouched down and smoothed her large head once before walking off to his bedroom. Upon feeling his touch Huntress ceased flinching and relaxed. Little did she know she had become too relaxed and her only secret was about to be revealed.
Thank you for reading chapter 1 I hope you all enjoyed it. Just a note this story has no chronological similarities to the seasons :)