This story takes place a few months after Iconic Ideals, You don't have to read Iconic Ideals to understand this story, I am just using a few of my characters here bc I love them so much 3, Anyways I hope you guys like it. And let me know what you all think : )
I don't know what made me choose the town of Gaelen, Minnesota. It had a population of 1,304, so I guess that might've been it. Or maybe I chose it because it as was as far north as I could go without precisely leaving the country. But truth was that in such a small town I found exactly what I was looking for, a fresh start. I had picked up my bags and left home two years ago and never returned. Now I lived as a quiet newcomer in a comfortable cabin I rented, which was a twenty-five minute drive from town.
For that matter the world had changed much since I left home. Human beings were once again free and somewhat willing coexist with the many supernatural species that had came out of the closet years ago. I did my research before I came to Gaelen, everybody here is as human as can be. It is a town where the supernaturals are a distant reality, just the way I like to keep them. I like it better to know that my winchester and I can take care of any dangers around us. I don't precisely like things that can spit my shotgun's bullets out as if it were child's play.
My mobile rang, vibrating against the polished wood of the kitchen counter. It was rarity that it rang to begin with. I kept a cell phone for the sole reason of being contacted from my job at the diner, or in case of an emergency. It the past months I think I could actually count the times when it rang. I looked at the small glowing screen and realized that the number was saved to my contacts. 'K. T.' it said. Kyle Tate.
Kyle was a man I met when I first came to Minnesota. Despite his stoic stance and scarcely amused expression I later learned Kyle was an angel. Well not literally, but close enough. He never asked about my past and for that sole reason I think we became friends. He helped me find a place, get settled which I had kinda forgotten how to do. I had been on the road way too long.
When I arrived to Gaelen I had run out of cash and though before I had always found a job to earn some money for a while before I picked up and left, I had not held a job in a few months. So I hitchhiked to Gaelen in the dead of winter, despite beiong flat broke. Soon after I stepped into town snow began falling like thick cotton balls and my leather jacket was not enough to keep me warm. I wanted to search for a motel, but with no money and no purpose I simply walked around town searching for potential shelter from the storm. As I walked through town a man came out of a convenience store holding one too many boxes and bags. He was a bit taller than average height, yet I had no doubt in my mind that the weight of the boxes and bags were not the problem, the problem was the quantity.
"Give me a hand here, Mary Lu is going to give me hell if I don't get this to the diner before the storm sets it." He had said as if oblivious to the snow falling on his beanie.
Before I thought anything of it, I took the bags from his hands and said 'Lead the way.' Soon after he bought me food at the diner for my 'troubles' and we became friends.
Yet I had not heard or seen the man in nearly four months. I ran to the phone.
"Where the hell have you been?" I said in mock outraged.
"How's it going over there?" He said. I could hear the engine of a car in the background.
"Pretty good, Mary Lu wanted me to know where you've been, I think you should give her something pretty when you come back, or she's gonna box your ears." Mary Lu was the owner of the single diner in town, though she never had any kids, in her mid fifties she was the maternal figure everybody should have. She was especially protective of Kyle, who could undoubtly take care of himself.
"She's gonna kill me." He laughed quietly. His laughter faded and a pregnant silence grew within the line. Something was wrong.
"Not that I am not happy you're calling, but why are you calling? Is there something wrong?" The silence stretched out further.
"Listen, Sid. I'm…in the area…and well…well I've got a problem. I was um…hunting and my dog got attacked by an animal."
"Is he okay? Did you take him to the vet?"
"The animal was weird, Sid. I don't think it was normal…I don't wanna alarm Carson, you know he'll tell the whole town in two seconds flat…can you…um, can I bring my…dog so you can take a look."
"I didn't exactly finish school for that, Kyle."
"Yeah, but you went to school for it and you grew up in a farm, remember." Yeah I remember. I grew up in an Oregon farm with my dad, a Lakota Indian with tender heart. Because of him, I learned a lot about animals.
"Alright, bring him in."
"Thanks, Sid. Would you move some the furniture in your living room aside, he's quite a large, um, dog."
"Mastiff?"
"No, just an overgrown wolf dog."
"Right." I said hanging up.
Nearly ten minutes later I had moved my furniture aside in my living room, gotten a first aid kit and threw an old towel over the polished floor. I did not want to explain blood stains on the floor to the landlord. I heard the sound of tires halted in a rush and the horn that told me Kyle was here.
I opened the door and was taken completely surprised by Kyle. Despite the cold air filtering through my thermo, all I could do was stare. He was just as I remembered him, golden skin flushed with the cold Minnesota wind and soft green eyes worried. But he was not the cause of my stare. In his arms lay the biggest wolf-dog I had ever seen. Silky red pelt covered it's body, darkened in certain places by blood.
"Overgrown, huh? Understatement of the year." I said as I moved aside and allowed Kyle indoors. Kyle placed the dog on the space I had cleared up. I still stared at the dog in astonishment. How on god's earth could a dog be so large. It looked like it weighted at least two hundred pounds.
"What happened to it?" Despite the red pelt it was obvious that the wounds were deep. Blood ran from its shoulder and neck.
"We were attacked; we were out hunting and spotted a large animal. It was like a wolf, Sid. But larger and strange…Ghoulish…I don't know how to describe it. Eerie."
"Huh." I said. I did not like any talk of strange things, we had enough of them roaming the world already. They had even subdued humanity years ago. But by the tone of Kyle's voice, I knew there was something he wasn't telling me. But I did not probe.
I knelt down in front of the massive animal, hesitant at first to touch it. Its pale eyes opened, moving intelligently over its surroundings, and then falling on me, making me catch my breath. They closed again as if giving me permission to touch him.
"What do you need me to do?" I carefully massaged the dog's head in an attempt to comfort it. But there was something strange. The skin felt feverish under my touch. I looked up at Kyle, questioningly.
"Disinfect the wounds, that thing was rabid-"
"Why don't you take him to Carson's, he'll need stitching."
"Maybe later, I am just worried about possibility of infection right now." Kyle turned away, taking his mobile out of his coat and dialing.
"Damn it, Kyle. He could be seriously injured, we could call Carson's-"
"Sid, for Christ-sakes, please!" He said before turning away and walking to the kitchen. I heard his speak in hushed tones.
"You, love, have a very stubborn master." I said to the dog as I tied my long dark hair back and pushed the sleeves of my thermo above my forearms.
"I hope you don't feel this much, sweetheart." I said as I opened the bottle of alcohol and began cleaning the wounds. Truth was that the wounds were like large wolf bites, yet what freaked me out was not their size, but the fact that over each puncture, a strange greenish ooze was growing over, as if attempting to seed inside the dog. As I cleaned over the wounds it appeared to be diminishing. But it took a lot of cleaning before the green was completely gone. I even felt the dog tense various times under my hands, but I would always convey soothing words and somehow it appeared to calm him.
"Some friends are coming over to pick him us up." At Kyle's voice I slowly rose to my feet. I walked past him into the kitchen and got the faucet running and began cleaning my hands.
"Your dog needs a vet, babe." I heard a growl come from my living room.
"No he doesn't. He'll heal." Kyle replied stubbornly.
"How? Damn it, Kyle you show up here after four months carrying a giant wounded dog. What the hell is going on?"
"There are things you don't know about me, Sid. But I will explain everything. I promise, as soon as this is over." A growl again, but this time more pained. I walked past Kyle to the living room; I heard his footsteps behind me and his voice attempting to stop me.
"Wait-"
When I had walked out of my living room, I had left a dog wounded on the floor. My eyes widen in surprise and wonder at the sight that me eyes met. There was no dog here now. Not even a trace of the damned thing. Where the giant red dog had been, there was now a wounded naked man trying to rise. The wounds were large bites in the shoulder and chest. He was a large man, not in the overweight sense, but in his strongly hewn body. A body made for work and strength, which gleamed with sweat and flexed with the effort to stand. When he turned his face towards us, something about him made my heart stop. His short red hair stood at ends on his head. His eyes were the bluest eyes I've ever seen, corn silk blue. Intense eyes which widened at the sight of me.
"Sam, what the hell!" Kyle sounded angry, but not surprised.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Get me some clothes, man." He said in a thick southern accent. Struggling to rise but failing, he fell to the floor, sprawling on the bloody towel.
"A Dog, huh?" I said raising my brows.
"Prettiest Sid I've ever met." Sam groggily said, his voice muffled by the towel.
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