Hound Dog

Chapter 10

There was a clatter as keys turned in the lock of the front door and Dean and shot up quickly, praying Missouri was ready for what she had to do.

"You boy's here?" She asked, coming into the dark hallway. She knew they were, but it was always polite to alert them to her presence. They were hunters though, and were already making their way to her from the living room.

"Missouri…" Dean murmured, not really sure what to say. She smiled at him.

"Don't worry, honey. Sam'll be fine. John…" She said, by way of greeting, turning towards the older hunter,

"It's good to see you." He said gruffly,

"You too, sweetie. Don't worry," she added, before he could ask, "I've got all the stuff with me. We'll get started right away."

Ten minutes later, Missouri was lost in a trance, candles and poultices dotted around her in what, to Dean, seemed a random pattern, but by the careful way she had deliberated over setting them out, he knew he was just not capable of seeing it. Dean had already been snapped at several times by his father to sit still, but he couldn't help it, he was continually on edge. He knew John was too, or his father wouldn't have snapped at such an insignificant thing as Dean twitching in a chair. Missouri had been in her trance for about five minutes now, and she had warned it could take up to an hour to locate Sam. She was using her physcic abilities to detect his. Dean found it strange, in the detached part of his brain, that everyone was using and discussing Sam's 'abilities' as though it was normal. In actual fact the only reason people were not all uncomfortable with it was because Missouri was a physcic and because the dire situation could afford no uncomfortableness. Missouri's eyebrows contracted into a frown. Dean had already attuned himself to her so that he would notice these subtle changes in her demeanour, so that he would notice if she picked up on Sam.

"Dad..." Dean murmured, without taking his eyes off of Missouri. John Winchester took his head out of his hands and glanced at his son, then at Missouri. Suddenly he stood up, just as Missouri groaned and began listing to the side. John grabbed her before she fell to the floor.

"Dean, help me." John ground out as he tried to get the woman onto the couch. Dean stood still for a moment, torn between making Missouri find his brother, and between helping her and obeying his father.

"DEAN!" John barked and Dean snapped out of it. He helped manoeuvre Missouri onto the couch and after a few seconds her eyes fluttered open.

"He..." She murmured,

"Take it easy." John said gruffly, "Just give yourself a second."

"Where is he? Did you find him? Missouri, is he ok?" Dean asked, ignoring his Father's look,

"He's...possessed. The dog...it's controlling him. I can feel his pain. It's very uncomfortable to be...possessed." Her breathing was shallow and she looked to be in a fair amount of pain herself.

"Where is he?" both Winchester's asked at the same time. Missouri screwed her eyes shut in concentration.

"He's at Sid's Diner on the interstate from Louisiana into Arkansas. I think he's heading for Missouri." Immediately both Dean and John jumped into action, Dean grabbed his jacket and his Dad's and the keys to both vehicles, John grabbed the bags of weapons that had been brought into the house.

"Will you be Ok, Missouri?" John asked. She nodded, her eyes closed, but John was facing the other way, he spun round and looked at her, "WILL YOU BE OK?" he cried, his panic was now second to none, now that he could let it run free, filling him with adrenaline. Now that he knew where his son was, now that he could do something about it. She frowned and opened her eyes but answered quickly,

"Go get your son, I just have a headache." Both Winchester's paused, "GET GONE!" she yelled, and they both jumped and launched themselves out of the door, into their respective vehicles and out onto the interstate.

Sam's consciousness was waning, it was so hard to be in constant pain and not be able to do anything about it, he was not even able to curl into the foetal position, or pound his own knuckles into his own head to stop the headache. Still he watched as if through a window as the dog controlled Sam's beat and exhausted body and pushed it further and further along what appeared to be the side of an interstate. From the direction the sun was in, and the time of day he guessed it to be, he thought he must have been on the interstate heading out of Louisiana, into Arkansas. He stored that information away in case he managed to break through the mutts defences and get his body back. The hound was still walking next to him, it's black eyes menacing and threatening, though there was nothing to scare off along the interstate, and Sam was as subdued as was possible to be. He knew Dean would be looking for him, he also suspected that Dean would have called their Dad. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, but as long as they got him before the Demon did, he didn't really care. Up ahead he suddenly noticed a building. He knew what it was, Dean and him had stopped at them enough. It was a roadside diner, and hope flared in Sam. Someone would see him, they might be able to help! And then his brain caught up with his heart. How could anyone help? No one would suspect anything, no one would think anything strange about a young man walking his dog (even if it was up an interstate) and what could they do anyway? If anyone suspected something was wrong with Sam and tried to do something about it, the hound would just kill them. At least it'll leave an easy trail for Dean to follow...Sam thought to himself dryly. He felt his body slow as they reached the diner. Sid's Diner. That's what the place was called, Sam caught a glance of the sign as the Hound steered his body towards the Diner's door. Sam would have smiled. He could detect the impatience rolling off the hound, the impatience that he needed to keep his catch alive yet Sam needed so much food and maintenance.

A/N- Ha ha, poor Sammy, he needs so much maintenance…these weak human vessels….terrible. Once again reviews are soooo greatly appreciated. They make me so happy! I love knowing what you guys think about the story and about what might happen next, any ideas are appreciated too, as this story only has a general plot outline, so if there is anything you want included then go ahead and let me know and I'll see if I can work it in. Thanks again for reading!