Another one of my stupidlittle fics. … This one I wrote before the last four episodes of the season aired.
The Pack
Dean walked into the motel room and sat down on the bed next to Sam who was lying there watching TV. Sam winced a little when the sudden movement caused him pain. They had gotten back from a hunt just two days before and right now all he wanted to do was rest and heal up. It had been a hard hunt and both he and his brother had the bruises to prove it.
"Damn it Dean take it easy." He said as he slowly sat up and rubbed his sore ribs. He could smell the booze on Dean's breath and knew he had been at a bar. He looked into Dean's smiling face. "What are you so happy about?"
"I found a job."
"What and where?"
"I heard some guys talking about a pack of wild dogs about twenty miles from here. They said they heard the lead dog had glowing red eyes."
"A demon dog?"
"Could be."
"Or it could be someone's imagination."
"That too. But since it's only a few miles from here I say we take a look." Dean walked over to his own bed and pulled out his backpack. He then took out a gun and began loading it with silver bullets, the only thing known to kill a demon dog.
"Dean can't we just rest for a few days. Why must we always be hunting?"
"Because we need to kill as many of those evil son of a bitches out there as we can."
"What is a few days going to hurt?"
"They said this pack has already killed two people in the town. If we sit around licking our wounds more people are going to die."
Dean knew that all Sam had to hear was that someone had been injured or killed by something they could hunt to get him moving. They both knew even if the cops killed the entire pack the demon dog could only be killed by a silver bullet straight through its heart. If the pack was dead the dog would just move onto another area and regroup.
Sam was already up and packing his bag.
An hour later
They pulled into the small town of Wilkins, Georgia and parked at the only motel in town. It was late and they decided to wait till morning before attempting to track down the pack. Dean smiled at the night clerk as he pulled out his credit card.
"We'd like a room."
The clerk looked back and forth between the brothers.
"You two boys aren't queer are ya? We don't cater to no queers."
"We're brothers….we're just on a trip."
"Well you better be…. If I find out there's anything going on in that room that shouldn't be…."
"Don't worry there won't be." Sam interrupted him then looked at Dean and shook his head. He couldn't believe people still were so full of prejudice. But it was a small southern town and he knew it took a long time for people to get over their fears of anything different.
"I heard on the radio coming in to Wilkins that there's a pack of wild dogs running loose in the area. What's that all about?" Dean asked as he signed in.
"Yeah, strange thing that is." The man scratched his head. "Seems like this pack of dogs came out of nowhere…. It killed two people just this week."
"Where was it last seen?" Sam asked.
The man looked back and forth between the brothers.
"You two boys aren't planning on going out looking for it are you?"
"No….We just want to know what areas to avoid." Dean said.
"The first attack occurred about a mile east of here, the next one happened just about four blocks from here."
"Four blocks huh?"
"Yep. Some man stopped at the bar down the street and when he left the bar a few hours later the dogs attacked him. He tried to make it to his car but they got him before he could shut the door. Them dogs drug him right out of his car…. Really messed him up.….."
"Yeah I bet." Dean glanced at Sam then back at the man. "Do you know if there was some kind of leader of the pack?"
"Witnesses said there was a big black lab that seemed to stand back and watch the whole thing. Once the man was dead he turned and ran off and the pack followed him. People around here are scared to go out at night…. If you boys are planning on staying here a few days I'd advise you not to go out alone. … You never know where those bastards are hiding."
TBC