A/N: I've had some good response from a few people so thank you to them.
Sorry about the week of waiting; but school started again and it's seemed like a long week just getting back into the groove. I've waited for the weekend to post this. I hope it lives up to expectations. :)
After writing this chapter in many styles I've decided that it will be the same as last chapter; but every time Shawn has a 'vision' or a 'flashback' you will know because it will be in ***.
Still Thursday 15, 9:40pm. Talking about Wednesday 14th, 3am ---Shawn telling.
"I was riding his bike from my dad's house back to Psych at 3am in the morning. My dad had been begging me to come over for tea for ages and since you, Chief Vick, or anyone hadn't hired me for any case, I didn't really have that excuse. Of course I still did try it but unfortunately dad picked it. It would have been a crime not for me to try and get out of it though, wouldn't it?."
"You're damn right I did!" Yelled Henry.
"Dad can you shut up for the story please?"
"Can you gentlemen please leave your squabbling for after this?"
"You know V-Dog, I think this will be the one and only time I agree with you."
"Thanks Dean."
"Oh so you complain when Shawn craps on and then you two start?"
"Gee; thanks Lassygas!"
"Spencer!"
"Henry is one of the only people who could detect my lies. Not that I lie, haha. But that's why they call him 'The Human Lie Detecter and since I am 'World Champion Bullshit Artist' we two often clash."
"Who gives themselves the title of 'World Champion Bullshit Artist'?" All faces turned to Dean; then he realised that Shawn Spencer would give himself the title of 'World Champion Bullshit Artist'.
"Actually it was me who gave him that title." Said Henry.
"Thanks dad. I love it! Best thing you ever gave me. Asides from all that love you showed me when I was a kid. And that criminal record." Shawn winked at his dad. "But it was Henry who out did me on this occasion. Not only did dad want me to eat with him. But it turned out that my job was to catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish. Let's say that ten times.
Catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish.
Catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish.
Catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish.
Catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish.
Catch the fish, gut the fish, descale the fish, cook the fish and then clean up, the fish."
"Mr. Spencer!"
"One, two, three, four, five; once I caught a fish alive, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
This little finger on the right!"
Everyone who knew Shawn sighed and shook their heads. The others that didn't quite know him looked at him like he might be crazy.
"What?" Shawn looked at them all as if THEY were crazy. "Anyway.
Dad; you only told me when I got there and found the living room packed with creepy drunken men, that your 'lodge buddies' would be the diners and that I was just your private dietician. And he even threatened some very valuable items right out of my room to get me to stay down there.
Vicky; isn't that blackmail? That's blackmail right? I can have charges put against him because he blackmailed me!"
"Shawn; do you think you should tell them what I was threatening?"
"No! It is a crime what you did and the witness can't be named for privacy sake!"
"I was threatening to chuck out his issues of 'Pineapple Magazine" and all of his 'Pineapple Magazine' merchandise he had collected with every issue for years and years and years." He and Lassiter both rolled their eyes on that one.
"Do I need to remind you what you are here for? Get going with the bloody story please ."
"There will be no language like that in my station Agent Hendrickson!" Broke in chief Vick.
"Do you know who I am...?"
"Okay everyone!" Broke in Lassiter who had had enough of the squabbling. "Spencer just get on with it!"
"Nobody will let me. Oh and dad if I find any of my 'Pineapple Magazine' merchandise missing; I am going to report you."
"What is this 'Pineapple Magazine'? No don't answer that. Okay Spencer we are now letting you continue, so just please, continue. Please!"
"So anyway it was 3am and she handed me a raincoat; even though it wasn't even raining. She's always worrying about things that I'm not."
Everybody looked a little stumped at that choice of wording.
"Who's she?"Asked various people. Shawn rolled his eyes at the fact they couldn't even place THAT reference.
Then Juliet came to Shawn's rescue. "3A.M. by Matchbox 20." Various people rolled their eyes, again.
"That is not music, dude." Came Dean.
"Thank you, Jules!" Shawn spoke; ignoring Dean and the rest. "The whole feeding of creepy men ceremony chewed up my whole day previously and I had only just finished cleaning up when I left to go back to Psych. I was coming down the highway maybe a little too fast when something screamed past me. It happened so fast I wasn't quite sure what it was; but whatever it was kicked up a rock and flung it into my tyre. I was eating bitumen before I could even say holy MotorGP! If you know what I mean.
I had been flung on to the grass on the side of the road so I was okay; just a little bewildered. I just laid on the road for a while; I couldn't be stuffed moving and then I heard a growling. Like evil growling. I then had a vi...vision. It wasn't any dog I'd known before."
***a large black animal sniffing at Shawn's bike***
"It was bigger than any dog I'd ever seen. It came and then sniffed. Then it...howled." He half howled the last word himself.
***big black animal pointing it's head at the moon and howling***
"And that was when Dean here came and rescued me."
***a man appearing out of nowhere with a gun. Gun raises. Shots fired. Big black animal falls to ground***
"The man then ran up to the dog I'm pretty sure it was and then up to me to make sure I was okay."
"Nah I was just wondering how many priers I'd have to light."
"See Dean Winchester has pyromaniac tendencies. Don't you Dean? You love to watch things burn don't you Dean? You kill innocent people all the time and burn them don't you Dean? You dig up graves and burn the bodies don't you Dean?"
"Oh you never mentioned anything about this Dean." Said a nervous Shawn.
"Dude. If I wanted to kill you; I would have done it already."
"You see everybody; this man here is a monster. More of a monster than anything he thinks he hunts."
Dean sighed. The FBI man would do and say anything to discredit Dean and make him into a monster. Every person in the room knew it too. But Shawn didn't think he was as bad as Hendrickson said.
"I asked, well kind of yelled, the question of what the fuck was that? Even though I had psychic vibes of what it was, do you want to know what it was?"
Some murmured a yes, others nodded their heads and a few threw their hands as if saying 'we're going to find out sooner or later'.
"Now remember what I said about keeping an open mind? Well it is probably now that you should expand it. The answer is a little unbelievable. I was a little, maybe just a little, shocked when he saved my life and I found out what it was. So remember people: keep an open mind.
But it was Dean who cut in and answered. He spoke in a dead pan voice:
"It was a werewolf. I saved this guy's skinny arse from a werewolf. They are, for some unknown reason, plaguing Santa Barbara. So far I've tracked, hunted and killed about four all ready. But there are still many more out there There may be hundreds right now in Santa Barbra right now."