Prologue: After saving Carli from a haunted house, Sammy joins up with the three hunters, and it sees them out of the town of Ely and out onto the road. After seeing a familiar car on the highway, Sammy demands the three to go to Yellowstone Park, where she'd like to check out the Ranger's Station, wanting information. While there in the park, the four find out that children ranging from five to fifteen have been disappearing after following a black dog. What on earth could it be? And what does it want with those kids?
The Black Dog PT.2
As soon as Sam returned to their motel room after buying everyone's 'breakfast,' Sammy informed him about their next mission, about the four of them heading up to Trenton in New Jersey, to help an old friend of Carli's.
"So all of their friends have been disappearing?" Sam asked Sammy, as the two sat down on the sofa.
Sammy nodded her head as she took a bite of her blueberry muffin. "After you had left, Carli and I had taken a shower, while Dean was on your laptop. As soon as Carli got out of the shower, she checked her email and read a message sent from a friend," she explained. "Carli said that Aaron wrote in his email that he's afraid he'll be the next to go... but to what?" Now that was a good question to ask. Was there something lurking around Trenton that they didn't know about?
Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Who knows? Anything could've caused the deaths of Carli and Aaron's friends. All we have to do is figure it out and destroy whatever caused them to disappear," he said, before he looked up as Dean approached him and Sammy.
"It's time to move out. If we wanna get to New Jersey sometime tomorrow, then we've gotta leave now," he commanded, before he tossed Sam his duffel bag. Grabbing his own, Dean slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before he disappeared out the door.
Sam gave a sigh as he slowly rose to his feet. "Do you think you can kindly tell my brother that it's not polite to walk around with no shirt on?" Sam questioned, as he turned to face Carli. Carli gave a sigh as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder. Lifting her hands up as though in defeat, she opened the door and closed it behind her on her way out.
"Are you ready to head out?" Sam asked Sammy, as she finished off her blueberry muffin. Earning a nod as a reply, Sam gave a smile as Sammy rose to her feet, and slung her duffel bag over her shoulder. They could faintly hear Carli talking to Dean outside. "So this Aaron guy... is he just an old friend of Carli's?"
Sammy shrugged her shoulders as the two shut the door behind them, leaving the keys to the room on the sofa where they had been sitting earlier. "I wouldn't have a clue. Carli hasn't said anything, but I reckon she might've been involved with him romantically," she clarified, as she and Sam walked under the verandah towards Dean's Impala. "But then again, if they were involved romantically and then split up, wouldn't they like, hate each other?" Something else to consider. But that not always happened. Sometimes ex's remained good friends after a break up.
Sam shrugged his shoulders as he opened one of the doors to the backseat. Seeing as how Carli was sitting in the front next to Dean, Sam had to sit in the back next to Sammy. "I don't understand women sometimes..." he mumbled, just loud enough for Sammy to hear.
Sammy gave a small laugh as Sam shut the door behind him.
"Did you grab everything?" Dean asked Sam, as he put the keys into the ignition. Hearing the roar of the engine, Dean put his foot on the gas, and put the Impala into reverse.
Sam nodded his head as the Impala got out onto the highway. "So this Aaron guy- is he an old friend?" he asked, asking the question on everyone's mind. Well, not exactly, but it was leading to the question on everyone's mind.
Carli gave a sigh. "An old friend yes- one I haven't seen for over a year. He used to live down the street from me, and we've known each other since like, I moved over here," she clarified. Seeing the look on Sam's face, Carli gave another sigh. "And no I wasn't involved with him romantically."
"And how do we know you're telling the truth?" questioned Dean, taking his eyes off the road and glancing over at her.
Carli held up both her hands in front of Dean. On her right hand was a thin silver bracelet, and a silver ring on her ring finger, which looked like an upside down tiara. And on her left hand, on her ring finger, was a thick silver ring, with strange markings on it. "I don't believe in any of that stuff until after marriage," she explained, before putting her hands down. So she was to be a virgin until married. Interesting. She was definitely a different girl from all the one's Dean had met and had slept with, because well, Carli didn't want to do it until she was married.
"And how do you know what this guy looks like? He could've changed in over a year's time," Dean continued, before Carli slapped the back of his head.
"Simple. He looks like Josh Hartnett," she answered, giving a smile. "So I never, ever, forget what he looks like."
Sammy gave a sigh as she turned away from her friends and looked out the window she was closest to. Only fifteen minutes into the drive, the sky had darkened and it began to rain- bucketing down I should say. Seeing as how it was so dark and the rain was so heavy, Dean had to turn on the headlights of his Impala.
"God I hate this weather," Carli said suddenly, as she placed a hand to her forehead.
"Okay... that was totally random," Dean stated, not taking his eyes off the road.
Sammy stared lazily out the window, until she noticed something. Sitting up properly, she looked out the window, and watched as a green dodge dacoda sped past in the opposing direction. Rubbing her eyes, Sammy thought she had been dreaming, but she knew in her heart what she had seen.
"Dean! You have to turn the car around!" she cried, causing Dean to look at her in the mirror.
"Come again?" Dean said, as he looked at Sammy through the mirror, unblinking. They weren't supposed to turn around- they were going to Trenton, New Jersey, in the direction they were driving.
Sammy desperately shook her head. "Please- you've gotta turn around! I saw something!" she continued, urging for the older brother to do what she was saying.
"And if I do have to turn the car around, where are we gonna go? Back to the place we just left!?" Dean argued back.
Carli looked over at Sammy, before she quickly turned to Dean. "Dean! You can't turn down a request from a friend! So you better turn this car around or I'm throwing myself out of the car!"
Dean looked at Carli, before he gave her a smirk. "Well, I wouldn't mind that," he said.
"Just hurry up and turn the bloody car around! I don't care what you want to do- my friend Aaron is strong enough to stay alive for a few more days, so hurry up and turn this car around!" Dean hated being told what to do, especially if it were by a girl and if they were demanding. It annoyed the hell out of him.
Dean, annoyed that he was taking orders from a girl, caused the Impala to skid across the road, before it finally turned around and began to drive in the direction they had just come. "So where are we going now?" he asked, rather annoyed.
Sammy knew exactly where they were meant to be going. "Just keep going- I'll tell you when to stop," she answered, before she continued to look out the window. Had she been dreaming? No. Of course not. She knew what she had seen, and she wasn't going to let it just, drive by and then disappear. She wanted to know what was going on.
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"What are we doing here?" Sam questioned, as the Impala rolled down a road, leading into a large park.
"I used to live here," said Sammy, as she turned away from the window to meet Sam's eyes. "At first the house was a holiday house, until we decided that it was too good to leave and come back every holiday."
Dean looked around as the Impala drove past large areas of grass, where families were camping and having picnics. He also saw people riding horses on a track nearby, and that was before he let out a sigh. "I don't know how people can live this way," he said, "all normal and such- as if nothing's wrong."
Sam gave a smile as he saw children running around. That was how he wanted his life to be- normal. He wanted to have a family of his own, kids, maybe a dog, a nice home- but that was all different, ever since he got dragged back into the job by Dean, and ever since Jess had died.
"So where did you live Sammy?" Carli asked, as she turned around in her seat to face her friend.
Sammy gave a smile at Carli's warmth. "About twenty or so miles away from here," she replied, "I lived next to Lake Lewis- one of the many lakes in this park."
"A perfect place for a ghost to hang around," Dean stated, before he glanced over his shoulder at Sam. "Pass me dad's journal."
Sam reluctantly reached down and picked an overstuffed journal off the floor in front of him. He handed it to Dean, who handed it over to Carli.
"Search for something about a black dog," he instructed, as Carli opened the journal and began to flick through the pages. Everything in the journal to her though- was confusing. She had never seen anything like it before.
Carli couldn't believe what she was seeing and reading. In the journal she was holding in her hands, were information and pictures on all sorts of demons, spirits, ghosts and folklores. It also had strange languages, as well as newspaper articles and clippings. "What is this?" she asked, looking up at Dean from the journal.
"It's my dad's journal," he explained, not taking his eyes off the road, "he never goes anywhere without it."
"Ah huh," Carli answered, as she continued to flick through the journal. "So how come you've got it?"
"Dean found it while we were in Jericho," said Sam, answering for his older brother. "While we were hunting a Woman in White."
Sam watched as Carli made an 'O' with her mouth. "Found it," she said, as she held the open journal out in front of Dean. "What's so important about a black dog?" As soon as she had asked the question, Carli knew what Dean was on about.
"Check it out Sammy," Dean said, referring to Sam. He gave the open journal to Sam, who then placed it on his lap and began to read through it.
As soon as Sam finished reading through his dad's journal, the Impala rolled to a stop outside a Ranger's station. "Okay, this is our stop," Dean said, as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and placed the keys into one of his jacket's pockets.
Carli walked over to Sammy as soon as she got out of the car. "I so can't wait to see your house!" she exclaimed excitedly, as she grabbed Sammy's arm as though she was a little girl.
Sammy smiled at her older friend. Yes Carli was older than her by a couple or so years, but sometimes she acted like a bimbo, and a little child who was six years old. That's what Sammy loved about her new best friend. Her personality could change as if it was the weather, and her smile always made her happy.
"I can't wait to see it too," she answered, her voice full of different emotions. Was she really ready to see her old home again? Or was the reason she had only come back was to see what her heart truly longed for- to see her family again? Sammy shook the different thoughts from her head as Sam approached her and Carli.
"How far to your house?" he asked, as he put his hands together.
Sammy gave a smile, as she turned away from Sam. "About five or so minutes away from here," she said, pointing in the opposing direction in which they had come.
Sam nodded his head as Dean approached the three, holding two cards in one of his hands. Only giving one to Sam made Carli suspicious. "What are you hiding?" she asked, as she cocked a delicate brow.
Dean flashed his card at Carli. "Fake ID," he explained. "We'll pose as Park Rangers, while you go and check out Sammy's old home."
Carli stubbornly shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to go to the Ranger's Station with Dean. Sam gave a sigh as he gave his Fake ID back to Dean. He really wasn't in the mood for an argument. "How about I go with Sammy?" he suggested, as he walked over to her side. "You guys can get information from the Park Ranger."
Dean gave a sigh as he held his arms up in defeat. "Fine, have it your way," he said, as he placed Sam's Fake ID into one of his pockets. "Just don't get yourselves into any trouble unless a Park Ranger's around."
Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother as he and Sammy began to walk away from the Ranger's Station. Dean turned to Carli, who still had her arms crossed over her chest.
"Are you coming or what?" he asked, as he walked up the wooden steps and onto the small verandah of the Ranger's Station.
Regaining her composure, Carli quickly ran up the steps and stopped next to Dean. "So we're trying to find information about the black dog?" she asked, running a hand through her hair.
Dean nodded his head as he knocked on the door a couple of times. "Leave all the talking to me," he stated, as the door he had knocked on previously opened, revealing a ranger in his late thirties.
"Can I help you two?" he asked, as Dean flashed him his Fake ID, before he put it into one of his pockets.
"I am Ranger Brian Johnson, and this is my sister- Hollie. I was wondering if I could talk to you about the disappearances in the park?" Dean asked, as the ranger standing in front of him glanced at Carli. As long as he knew she was going to be with 'Ranger Brian Johnson,' the ranger didn't care.
"Sure, why not?" he answered, as he opened the door wide and allowed the two to enter. As soon as Dean and Carli were in the station, the ranger disappeared into another room, leaving the two alone.
Dean shoved his hands in his pockets as he and Carli looked around the room. "Oh my god!" Carli suddenly exclaimed, as she ran over to the far side of the room. Dean watched as she did so, before realising what she was talking about. Sitting on the wall above the fireplace, was the head of a moose. "Look at that poor moose!"
"It's dead you know," Dean said to her, just before the ranger came back into the room.
"My name is Ranger Ted Malcolm- what can I help you two with?"
"Look at that frickin' moose!" Carli cried, pointing at the moose above the fireplace. "How could you do such a thing!?"
Ted looked at Carli oddly. "I'm sorry. My sister has never seen things like that before," Dean said quickly, "that's why I brought her up to the park today."
"Right..." Ted stated quietly, not really buying what Dean was saying. "So you wanted to know about the disappearances and the deaths?"
Dean nodded his head. "Let's hope it's not Yogi stealing more than picnic baskets," he stated, giving a small laugh as Ted sat down behind his desk. He and Carli watched as Ted pulled folders out from the desk draws and then placed them out in front of them.
"All I can tell you is that kids aged from five to fifteen have died or disappeared," Ted began, "and it's all occurred in this area. It's definitely not a wild animal, because we would've found it by now."
Carli clenched her fists. She really hated it when people were cruel to animals. "Do you have any kids sir?" she asked, as Ted nodded his head, "that are here in the park?"
Upon saying this, a little girl around the age of five walked out from one of the rooms connected to Ted's office. Ted rose to his feet and he approached the little girl, who was wearing a baby pink dress. "I thought I told you to stay in that room," he whispered, causing his daughter's crystal blue eyes to look into his own. Ted rose to his feet and he faced Dean and Carli. "I'm sorry. This is my daughter Isabelle."
Carli crouched down in front of Isabelle. "Hi Isabelle," she said, causing the little child to smile. "I love your dress. It makes you look very pretty."
"So how many kids have gone missing?" Dean questioned Ted, trying to ignore Carli and Ted's daughter Isabelle.
"Eleven kids have disappeared, and four have turned up dead," he replied, "all in the time of a single week."
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "All in a week? Then how come you haven't closed down this part of the park? Think of all the lives you could've spared!" Dean hated those sort of people- and so did Sam. Not thinking about others, and this case, not closing down this area of the park.
"I'm sorry, but I don't like people telling me how to run my job," Ted retorted, as he approached his daughter and Carli. "I would like the two of you to leave," he continued, as he picked up his daughter. His voice was slowly getting louder, and he looked to be annoyed
Dean and Carli left the Ranger's Station in silence. "That guy's a total jerk," Carli stated, as soon as the door closed behind them. "Fifteen kids gone- four dead, eleven disappeared. Would he close this section of the park down if his own daughter disappeared?"
"Well, he certainly doesn't like being told what to do," Dean replied, as he leaned against the hood of his Impala. "So that kid- how old was she?"
"She's five- but no offence to her, I wouldn't be surprised if she went missing," Carli stated, as she kicked the ground with her black, knee high boots. "So what information did you manage to find out besides that?"
"There has to be something in this section of the park," said Dean, as he looked around. "Because it's all occurred here."
"Do you have a map of the park?" questioned Carli, causing Dean to look at her skeptically.
"Why do we need a map?" he asked, clearly not understanding.
Carli gave Dean a smile. "I've just thought of something, and I know you'll like it."
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"How long has it been since you've last been here?" Sam asked Sammy, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He was just trying to make conversation, seeing as how an awkward silence had fallen between them since they began their walk towards Sammy's house.
Sammy thought for a second. "When I was about sixteen. I remember leaving the day after my parent's funeral- I left my dog, my possessions- pretty much everything," she replied, before looking up at Sam.
"Your parents- how did they die?" Sam asked, curiously. Sammy hadn't really opened up to him or anyone else since they first met her, or when she joined up with them. Now was the right time to ask because she was talking about them. That also made Sam think. He hardly knew anything about Sammy, except her first and last names, and that she was also a hunter.
"They were killed in a car crash," Sammy answered, holding her body as if she was cold. "That's what the cops believed anyway, but I thought differently. They knew nothing about the supernatural, yet I did."
"Were you actually in the car with them?" questioned Sam, as he and Sammy walked off the main road and down a trail- wide enough to fit only one car. Huge trees rose up on either side of the trail, cutting everything off from them.
Sammy shook her head. "No. I was home alone. My parents and my younger sister were returning home from a holiday- I didn't want to go because I wanted to stay home with our dog Gypsy. When I got the phone call- I was shattered. Gypsy seemed to be affected by it too- because she seemed to be... withdrawn."
"Withdrawn?"
"Yeah. Gypsy was a lively dog, and she loved to lick people- even if she didn't know them. But as soon as my family died- she changed. She became withdrawn, and she attacked people that I was friends with," Sammy explained. "I don't know where she is now."
A thought suddenly popped into Sam's head. Maybe, just maybe... "Gypsy- what sort of dog was it?"
"Gypsy was a black husky," Sammy answered, "I never knew you could get a completely black husky, but it appeared to be possible." Maybe Gypsy was the black dog, but then again, it would have had to grown in size, right?
Upon hearing this, Sam dug deep into one of his pockets and pulled out his cell phone. "What are you doing?" asked Sammy, as she watched him place his phone up to his ear.
Not answering Sammy's question, Sam listened as his phone began to ring.
"Hey- did the Park Ranger catch you and Sammy doing something?" Dean's voice asked on the other side of the phone. He gave a chuckle before he continued, "we've found out something that you might be interested in."
"Well, I found something else out too. Sammy had a completely black husky named Gypsy, which she hasn't seen in years," said Sam, "do you think that could be-"
"If it is, then we know where it's coming from," said Dean. "We found out that the deaths and disappearances only occur in this area, and the centre of this area happens to be Sammy's old house."
Sam looked over at Sammy, who had her hand over her heart. "Okay, so if it's true, then Sammy and I are walking into the jaws of death." Not such a good thing to do.
"It could attack you, but you're not exactly fifteen anymore. But don't go any further until me and Carli arrive," Dean continued, before he thought of something. "But aren't black dogs supposed to be bigger than the average dog?"
That's what Sam thought to. "Maybe since it became the black dog, it grew in size." That was the only explanation Sam could come up with.
"Alright. Just- stay where you are until we come." With that, Dean hung up on Sam.
Sam gave a sigh as he shut his cell phone before he put it away. "We have to stay here until Dean and Carli arrive," he said, as he turned to face Sammy- except, she wasn't there anymore!
"Sammy?" Sam questioned, as he looked around himself. How could she just disappear like that? "Sammy!?" Sam placed both hands behind his head as he let out a sigh. How could he have let her out of his sight? Actually, who did she get out of his sight? What happened if she got attacked? Or killed? Sam couldn't believe it. "All I can do is wait until Dean and Carli arrive," he told himself, trying to stay calm.
I don't know if that's possible for an average dog to turn into a black dog, but oh well. And I'm also not sure if huskies come entirely black, because well, I've never seen one before. Anyway, I don't know if I've cleared this up yet, but I write in kilometres rather than miles, because that's what we use to measure distance in Australia. Sometimes when I speak I say miles, but I hardly know how long that is. Anyway, in this fic, the character's say miles when they're talking, but when I actually write it, it comes out in kilometres. And, just to clear things up, one miles is 1.6 kilometres. And Brian Johnson is the lead singer of AC/DC after Bon Scott died. Please R&R if you haven't done so already!