A/N: This would be chapter two. Yeeeeah. My bad. *sheepish grin* … *again* THIS IS FOR Emily (not a signed reviewer) 'CAUSE SHE THREATENED TO HUUURT ME! I lovers you! I don't know you, but I LOOOVERS you! XD Lol. She was the very first to review so this entiiiiiire chapter is for her. You're welcome person! LeighAnnWallace, the next chapter (chapter 3) is for you. It might be a few days til it comes but IT WILL! Also, I was told that there were spelling errors and missing words (by a not signed in reviewer named Julie) in the first chapter. I read over it and can't find any. So someone might have to grow some balls and be my Beta. Yikes, I feel sorry for yoooooou future Beta o' mine. Lol. ((The boys are more brotherly in my fanfic because that's the way they were meant to be!))

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!

Sam wasn't sure if he should say anything to Zeppelin about her snuggling. See, she was being very cuddly and snuggly and well, dog-like. That wasn't the bad/awkward part. The bad/awkward part was that she was doing it in public. And they were getting stares. Like, stares that were bordering on alarmed, "Dean?" Sam murmured, shifting around in his diner seat.

Zeppelin was currently trying to put herself into Dean's jacket without removing it from his body. It did look like she was trying to have sex with him in the freaking restaurant, "Dude, people are staring." It was like Dean hadn't even noticed. He blinked at Sam and then gazed around them.

"Oh, you're right." He sighed, and gently nudged Zeppelin out of his jacket, "You have to keep to your own side of the booth, Zep. Humans don't understand why you wanna be so close and it kinda scares them." Zeppelin nodded and scooted away but she kept the kicked puppy expression and directed it at the patrons that were against them snuggling. Or her being in his jacket. Either way.

Sam had to hide his grin behind his coffee cup because now they looked like they felt like total assholes. It was obvious she needed to be close to him. Sam snorted a laugh when she shuddered like she was cold. The waitress came up to them and smiled, "Sweetheart, ignore them. I say, if you need your man don't let them stop you from bein' close. I think it's cute. Really."

Zeppelin smiled, "Thank you ma'am. I just got him back from serving overseas and I feel like I need to be able to touch him for him to be really here." At the end Zeppelin even got a bit teary-eyed. The waitress took the bait and almost started crying herself. She just nodded, glared at the other patrons, and gave them their entire order for free.

Which, you have to admit, is pretty freaking awesome.

"Dude," Sam said when they were climbing into the Impala, "Where did you learn to lie like that?" He asked, grinning at her.

"Dean taught me." She answered with a huge grin. It was like anything that had to do with Dean was awesome just because it was Dean. Sam used to think like that. And then he grew up. Sam had a feeling that it was always going to be like this, though because Zeppelin had a Pack Mentality. There was Dean as the Alpha and then… well, Sam wasn't quite sure who went where after that.

He shrugged, might as well ask. It's not like it would be awkward or anything. After all, why not distract her from sulking in the backseat like she'd been banished to Azkaban? Sam shifted in the passenger so he could see her, "Hey, Zeppelin, I've got a question." She looked up at him, slightly curious and looking a whole lot interested, "Dean's Alpha, right?" Her excited head bob was his answer, "So, who comes next?"

Zeppelin cocked her head to the side, frowning a little, "Well, you of course. Dean, you, me. Duh." She said like that was the most obvious thing in the whole wide world.

"Oh," Sam nodded, turning back around in his seat, "okay." Huh, he figured she'd put him below her (and didn't that sound awkward?) in the Pack Hierarchy. But, it was cool that he wasn't. At least he wasn't too low on the food-chain, "So, wait. What does that make me, then?"

"Beta." She answered simply, curling up into a little ball.

"Oh, Beta? Cool." Sam said, smiling as she instantly fell asleep.

"What's up, Sam?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

"I was just curious."

"Oh, okay. You can ask me, ya know. I mean, she's really beat, even though she's trying not to show it. She's restraining every single instinct right now and it's making her completely exhausted. I just want her to start adjust before I retrain her. It's gonna be a difficult and…" Dean sighed, looking like he really didn't wanna say the next sentence, "And I'm gonna need your help."

Sam laughed, "You're joking? The Great Dean Winchester needs my help training his hellhound? Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He snorted and shook his head.

"Well, then welcome to the freaking party Your Highness." Dean snapped, glaring at Sam while turning the Impala into a motel parking lot. Dean really just wanted to catch some shut eye because he was feeling a bit drained too.

Alliance, Nebraska
Zeppelin paced the motel room, anxious for Dean to return. He said not to leave the room and not to answer the door unless it was one of them. She just didn't like them being at the morgue all alone. Sure, the doctor was there but there were bodies there! Bodies that hadn't been harvested yet and she didn't want the Winchester's there without her to stop the potential wandering spirit.

She licked her lips again, feeling like she was going to go insane without her Alpha or Beta around. God, why couldn't she go with them? She'd make a good FAB Agent. She would! She was taught to lie by Dean of all people! That should be the reason she would get to go! That and the fact that she was a hound from freaking hell!

That girl was attacked by something and her pack was out there in the world with it roaming free! This was totally, completely, one hundred percent Not Acceptable! At all! She chewed on her hair nervously, watching the door as she froze in place in front of it. She didn't want Dean to be mad at her for pacing and being antsy so she figured she would do better not moving.

Not moving was worse!

She began pacing again and barked happily when the lock turned on the door. Dean walked through, followed by Sam. She wriggled in place, too excited to stay still. She whimpered at the two of them with a small, hopeful grin. She could barely contain herself. Uh-oh. In fact, she was starting to feel like was going to explo-

Suddenly she was on all fours and wagging a stump behind her, "What the hell just happened?" Sam asked, completely bewildered. Zeppelin licked his hand quickly, grinning at him.

"Uh, well, she transformed. She couldn't have just a human shape so I made her the biggest dog breed in the world. An Old English Mastiff. She's about three-hundred-fourteen pounds right now. That's not even as big as they can get. I mean, they can be three-hundred-forty-three pounds, easy." Dean said, scratching Zeppelin behind her big ear.

Sam just nodded with wide eyes as he shed his suit jacket and draped it over the wooden chair in the kitchenette that was provided in their room. He was fairly certain (like, one-hundred percent certain) that this motel was a No Pet's kind of place. Too bad for the owners because one way or another they were going to have a hellhound in one of their rooms.

Sam just preferred it wasn't the owner's room.

That'd be hard to clean up afterwards.

Dean patted the back of his thigh, calling Zeppelin over. He smiled at her (almost eyelevel even though he was standing up) and stroked her nose, "You did good today, kiddo." He praised, earning a stumpy tail wag from his hound, "How about I change outta this and we go for a walk, huh?" The stump wriggled faster, "All right, go ask Sam if he wants to go, I'll get changed."

Sam hadn't heard a word because over the years he'd perfected Blocking Out Dean. It was a technique he was quite proud of and was eager to someday teach Dean's kid. Or whatever human type thing Dean got when this was all over. He jumped slightly when he felt a cold, wet nose nudge his elbow. Zeppelin was sitting next to him, looking expectant, "What?"

She looked at the door and then back to Sam and nudged his arm again, "What?" She repeated this process until Dean walked out of the bathroom six minutes later with an impressive looking rope. He must have seen the look of disgust on Zeppelin's face because he instantly said they'd buy her a new one today and that's why they were going on the walk and why didn't you ask Sammy to come yet?

"Oh, that's what she was asking? I didn't get it." Sam chuckled. Zeppelin gave him a look that clearly said, "You are Beta and I respect you so I respectfully say that you're retarded."

"Uh, yeah dude. Doesn't take a rocket scientist!" Dean laughed, throwing Sam's shoes at him, "Change fast so we can go." And Sam did. Maybe it had something to do with being berated by a dog- hellhound. Who knows?

It was obvious by the way Zeppelin was biting at the rope that she didn't like it. Sam swore that he had nothing to do with it the whole walk to the PetCo around the block. He wasn't sure if she believed him or not. They entered the PetCo and instantly all the animals went silent. It was like they could sense Zeppelin wasn't a normal dog. It was creepy. Sam almost preferred the noise over this.

Zeppelin let one bark ring throughout the entire store and suddenly the chatter was back up again. Like nothing had happened and the store had never been so eerily silent. Dean just motioned for them to keep going so they walked back to the dog section to try and find a collar that would work for Zeppelin, "Zep, sit." Dean said, without hesitating Zeppelin sat, her tongue lolling out to the side.

"Good girl." Dena praised, patting her head as he sorted through the collars. No pink. No green. No hellhound of his was gonna wear a goddamned yellow daisy collar. Nuh-uh! No way! But she could definitely wear a black leather studded one! Dean clicked it around her neck and let her peer into the reflection on his cell phone. She bobbed her great big head once and Dean grabbed the matching leash to go with it.

"Oh, that is one beautiful dog!" A woman said, "I would love to breed my Toby with her. Do you breed?" She asked, never once taking her eyes off of Zeppelin. But the big ass Old English Mastiff male had no problem walking right up to Zeppelin and sniffing her. Dean grimaced, this wasn't gonna end well.

"She's not a brooding mare." Dean said, stroking Zeppelin's fur. She hee-hee-hee'd happily and leaned against his leg slightly. Sam was just shocked that Zeppelin hadn't gone after the woman's throat yet. But then he remembered that she was a hound. Which meant this wouldn't bother her in the least.

It was still weird as hell, though.

"Oh, such a shame. She'd make lovely puppies." The woman got a wistful look on her face before pulling out her wallet and handing Dean a thick piece of paper, "Here's my card if you ever change your mind. My cell number is on the back." With that she winked and tugged her dog away from the three of them.

"What a creepy lady. Creepy dog, too." Dean grumbled, shaking his head, "C'mon, Zep. Let's go pay for this stuff." Sam and Zeppelin followed Dean's lead, talking to their cashier when necessary. Except, Zeppelin was the only one that wasn't able to be understood. It was kind of sad, in Sam's eyes. It was so obvious she wanted to chip into the conversation but she couldn't. The cashier seemed to be thoroughly entertained, though.

"Oh she's so talkative! How cute!" She gushed, handing over their purchases. Dean just barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Yeah, cute is exactly what I would call a vicious hellhound. Though, looking at Zeppelin currently wouldn't make anyone think 'vicious'. She was chewing on a purple hippo that did not squeak, but its eyes did, in fact, bug out with each chomp. Dean bought that too.

Dean put the leash and collar on Zeppelin and walked to the closest park while Sam just headed back to the motel room. His excuse was lame but valid, "You need to train Zeppelin and I'm beat. 'Sides, you don't need me distracting her." And just like that it was only Dean and Zeppelin. The sun was still out (it was around five in the afternoon) so there were other dog's there too. Dean didn't let Zeppelin play because they needed to train.

They'd focus on the not eating people back in the room. For now, it was more the everyday commands. Sit, stay, sniff out a demon. The regular stuff.