Chapter seven. Time to show Huntress's relationship with both of the boys. Enjoy.

Dean opened the motel door and stormed into the room. His eyes were filled with unrestrained rage. Huntress, who had been sitting next to Sam with her large head resting on his lap whimpered and retreated to her basket due to Dean's angry intrusion. Dean looked around the room with distaste at all of the dog stuff that had 'magically' appeared. Such as the silver food and water bowels tucked neatly into the corner of their tight motel room.

"Sam! Do you know how irresponsible you are? Bringing that wild mutt in here!" Dean bellowed causing Huntress to whine and lower her gaze to the floor. Sam sent Huntress a sympathetic look, completely ignoring his brother's outburst or as he coined it; one of Dean's infamous hissy fits. Instead Sam soothingly said,

"Easy there Huntress. Dean just needs to get used to the idea of having you around. That's all." he smiled reassuringly.

Huntress seemed to be placated by Sam's intervention and she gave a grin (well a dog version anyway with her tongue hanging out) and she wagged her tail excitedly, lifting her gaze to meet Dean.

"Who the hell do you think you are Sam? Doctor frigging Dolittle! You know that beast of a mutt can't understand a single damn word you say, right?" Dean's voice was dripping with sarcasm and Sam simply rebuked this with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He patted his leg and Huntress instantly bounded over to be by Sam's side, who ruffled her ears affectionately.

"Dean you call me irresponsible, but I have been collecting everything we need for a dogs upkeep for weeks now. And Huntress as you can clearly see is harmless." Sam grinned and laughed lightly as Huntress rolled onto to her back as if to prove Sam's point grunting deeply, clearly enjoying all the fuss Sam was bestowing onto her.

"Wake up Sam. Or did you forget about the freaky ass stuff that happened in the woods?" Dean growled with annoyance making Huntress tense she regarded him with concentration and showed the white of her eyes. Sam smoothed the back of her head.

"What freaky ass stuff are you on about Dean?" Sam questioned in an uninterested tone of voice. His eyes glued onto the back of Huntress's head, almost as if he were in a trance.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you didn't hear a voice." Dean groaned and Sam looked at his brother properly as if for the first time.

"It could have just been the wind Dean or our minds playing tricks on us. I mean we were pretty stressed trying to outrun that bear. I admit I did hear a sound that seemed to resemble a voice. But Huntress had nothing to do with it." Dean scoffed and his jaw jutted outwards in vexation.

That bloody mutt had barely been in his brother's life for merely a couple of hours and it was already turning the one thing that mattered most to him in the world against him. It was a corruption and therefore it was a threat. Dean was determined to eliminate it. Jabbing his finger deliberately towards Huntress, who instantly lowered her head and bared her teeth Dean tried pleading with his little brother,

"Come on Sammy look at that thing. It can't be trusted. It has to go. Out in the woods where it belongs. You never name them Sam. It only makes it worse when you have to get rid of them." Dean also added, attempting to rub a little salt into the wound to remind his brother of who was more experienced at the war; that was the Winchester's cursed life.

Dean looked at the gold rifle shaped ID tag on Huntress's brown collar that blended in with her fur. He could tell Sam must have spent ages thinking about which one he would pick for their newly 'beloved' pet. Sam looked at Huntress sadly, but defiantly he turned to his brother and yelled,

"No Dean! You provoked her. What else do you expect? If someone jabbed a finger in your face you would probably defend yourself too." Dean was slightly taken aback by his brother's sheer nerve to speak to him in that manner.

After he sacrificed all of his limited childhood years to practically raise him. Something inside Dean snapped. He began to walk towards Sam slowly and intimidatingly. Instantly Huntress lunged at Dean and hurtled herself in front of Sam to shield him. She began barking aggressively. Dean was taken by surprise and fell backwards onto the floor. His heart was in his mouth as he expected Huntress to aim for his throat and rip it out. Her eyes were hard with malice. Sam was quick to correct her,

"Huntress no! Bad dog. Bed now!" Huntress stopped barking at Dean and took a few steps back and turned to face Sam.

She cocked her head to one side and followed where Sam's long arm and slender fingers were pointing to, her basket. Defiantly Huntress snarled at Sam, who rewarded her with a gentle nudge in the side with his boot.

Dean held his breath thinking Huntress would whip round and snap Sam's ankle clear off, but she didn't. Sulkily she padded over to her basket and made herself comfortable before settling down and letting out a huff of defeat.

"Good girl Huntress," Huntress closed her eyes and rested her large head on her paws. "You see Dean all she needs is a little discipline and she is easy to control. Come on even you have to see that she wasn't going to attack you. She wouldn't have the heart I don't think." Sam murmured as he looked over at Huntress.

Dean shook his head. Clearly his brother was not analysing this situation and acting cautiously. Instead he had allowed his emotions to take hold and was now embracing the wonderful sentiment of owning a dog, as if he could squeeze and take a slice from the apple pie life. Dean sighed; either this dog was going to kill them or one day he would have to destroy it.

"It can stay here for now, but don't think it is anything but temporary Sam. Listen well mutt if you try to pull anything funny during the night. I sleep with a pistol under my pillow," Huntress raised her head briefly and seemed to hold a mischievous gleam in her eyes before closing them. Dean thought that was disconcerting. It was almost as if that hound was mocking him. He was about to check under his pillow when his mobile began to vibrate loudly vying for his attention. Sighing and muttering to himself "God will I ever be granted some peace!" Dean gruffly answered the phone, "Hello. Who's speaking?"

"Hey Dean."

"Bobby great to be hearing from ya. How have you been?"

"Fine. Listen Dean let's skip the formalities I am in town working a case and I could definitely use some back up from you guys."

"Seriously you're working a case here in Wyoming? Sam and I couldn't sniff out anything."

"Really! Have you boys been sticking your head in the sand rather than reading the papers. How have you not noticed a case?"

"Uh. Well. Let's just say we got a little caught up with something," Dean muttered lightly as he glanced over at the now snoozing Huntress. "We will explain everything when you get here tomorrow Bobby. Good night."

"Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow Dean," Bobby hung up and sighed to himself "I wonder what kind of trouble those two idjits have gotten themselves into now?".

Dean reached under his pillow and realised with a feeling of faint horror that his pistol was missing. Glaring over at Huntress he thought to himself,

'Well played mutt. Well played.' Creeping over Dean pulled the pistol out from underneath Huntress's blankets and replaced it under his pillow. 'This mutt is going to be more trouble than she is worth!'.

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