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Summary:

After millennia of evil deeds, a fallen angel is given a second chance and is reborn as a mortal. 28 years later and he's gotten himself into a spot of bother. Spoilers throughout Season 1 & 2 and this is ending up AU.

Hey! Guess what! Finally been able to add more to this story… well, seen as I'm updating you probably already had guessed that… anyway. It's not much but it's something.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything associated with the show.

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Warning

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"Dude! Possessed pets?"

"Don't you wanna check out Fido the Hun?"

"No Dean, not particularly."

"Kill joy."

"If you wanna take some time off from the hunt, all you need do is say so."

"I don't wanna take time off, I wanna check out Fido. Besides, it's on our way to the Roadhouse."

"Well I can think of a much quicker route that wouldn't involve seeing 'possessed pets'."

"My car, my rules." Dean replied simply. They'd been arguing for the past two hours about the same subject and they were no closer to compromise. Dean, determined to fuel the big immature kid in him, wanted to check out a story in the paper about an owner's dog suddenly going nuts whilst Sam just wanted to head over to the Roadhouse and see if Ash had anything new.

"You know what it'll be, don't you?"

"Hell hound?"

"No jerk, rabies. As in if the damn thing bites you you're gonna need a shot."

"I'm great with animals."

"Oh yeah, that's why you've still got that scar on your left leg from where that Labrador bit you when you were a kid."

"That wasn't my fault."

"You poked it with a stick!"

"You tripped me!"

"No I didn't, I was like a foot away."

"More like you had your foot in the way." Dean grumbled, shaking the childhood memory from his head and going back to concentrating on the road.

Sam looked down at the newspaper article again and sighed, there was no way he was getting out of this. Dean had his mind set and there was just no changing it. Animal possessions weren't a common thing, especially not in this day and age and when they did happen, it was very rare that it happened to a household pet. It just seemed pointless, why possess a pet when you can go after a lion or a bear?

"Remind me again why I don't just kick your ass out the driver's seat."

"'Cause I'm the big brother and…" But Dean's reply was cut off by a gentle background music coming from Sam's pocket, "You gonna answer it?"

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out the phone, confusion crossing his face as he noticed it was the roadhouse, "Hello?"

"Sam, thank God. It's Ellen. You with Dean?" Ellen's voice echoed out of the speaker.

"Yeah, what going on? Ash got a lead?"

"No. Look Sam, bunch of guys were in earlier looking for a hunter, looking for Dean actually."

"Cops?"

"I don't think so. They scared the hell out of a few regulars, I dunno what they were but they looked dangerous."

"When you say 'what'…"

"I mean your kind of 'what', yeah."

"Catch any names? Details?"

"No names, just asked where 'Dean Winchester' was and wouldn't leave 'til someone gave them answers. I sent them to Arizona so if you're anywhere near there, get the hell away and stay clear of this place for awhile."

"We're nowhere near Arizona but we were making our way over to you guys. Ellen, did they say what they wanted?"

"Besides your brother? No. Didn't mention what they planning on doing if they ever found him so just watch your backs, okay? Lay low for a bit."

"Will do. Thanks Ellen."

Once he'd hung up, Sam just stared at his phone. That had to be one of the weirdest phone calls he'd had, and he'd had a lot of weird phone calls - most of them involving their Dad.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up at Dean; he'd almost forgotten he was even there.

"Gonna tell me what that was about?"

"It was Ellen – she said she had some guys at the roadhouse looking for you. She sent them to Arizona…" Sam frowned, "She was just calling to warn us."

"What? Who were they?"

"More like 'what' which unfortunately Ellen doesn't know."

"Oh great… what have I done to gain this honour?"

Sam looked towards Dean suspiciously, eyes studying him, "Have you done anything?"

"What? Dude! No!"

Sam turned to look out the passenger window, sceptic about Dean's words. Dean had a habit of getting on the wrong side of bad guys. "Ellen's right though, if there's someone looking for you, we've gotta lay low for a bit."

"There's someone always looking for one of us but if you insist on lying low then we could just keeping heading for Mississippi and that crazy woman – what?" Dean stopped what he was saying when he caught the look his brother was giving him.

"So you do admit you think she's crazy?"

"Her sanity is not in question here, Sammy. Whether or not she is crazy has nothing to do with the possibility that her dog may be possessed."

Sam shook his head and closed his eyes; this was going to be a long drive.