Hound Dog

Chapter 11

Sam moved into the diner and walked towards the counter. He groaned inwardly as he saw the plump, smiling, kindly woman at the counter. No doubt she would try to chat with him...who knew what the Hound would do. The Mutt itself sat outside the diner, it's dark eyes staring in at Sam, haunting him. He couldn't see it, as he was steered towards the woman, but he could sense it. It was warning him not to try anything.

"Hey there, sweetheart. What can I getcha?" She smiled kindly as she wiped down the counter,

"Anything." Sam felt himself answer abruptly. The woman's smile faltered slightly at his tone, but she hitched it back up straight away,

"You want some fries and a burger? Coke?"

"That's fine." Sam's lips answered for him. Please let her notice I'm acting weird, please let her think there's something wrong with me, call the police...anything!!!

"Coming right up, sweetie." She said, turning and entering the kitchen. The Hound forced Sam to sit on a stool next to a big beefy man. The guy glanced at him, and nodded at him in greeting. Sam felt the Hound stare at the man through his eyes. The guy frowned at Sam,

"Somethin wrong kid?" The man growled. The hound did not answer, and Sam wondered what it would do if the man hit Sam, "Hey, I'm talkin to you!" The man said, his voice rising and his eyebrows getting lower and tighter, as he slid of his stool. The hound turned to face him in Sam's body,

"You are but a mere mortal. Not worthy of my master's attention." The Mutt said through Sam. Sam knew what was about to happen, he'd seen Dean bait blokes like this in bars to put them off games of pool. Dean, however, always had the ability to duck. The man threw his fist, quite haphazardly Sam noted, into his face. The youngest Winchester felt his body fly backward and into bar stools as his nose began spurting blood. If Sam had thought that maybe because he wasn't in charge of his own actions, he wouldn't feel any pain...well he was wrong. By a lot. He felt the pain of his (hopefully not) broken nose and the already forming bruises from when he fell backwards on the bar stools. However, he also heard the Mutt howl outside, and Sam felt hope spark in him again, the hound had felt the pain as well. Sam didn't plan it, he just reacted on instinct and started a battle with the Hound, fighting for control over his own body, fighting with renewed enthusiasm and determination. He beat back all the Mutt's consciousness before the Hound had the chance to fight back, before it could gather it's wits after the pain it was feeling. Suddenly Sam's consciousness filled his body. He knew without a doubt that he had control back so he reached straight into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialling Dean's mobile straight away. Sam didn't even notice the man who had hit him, mutter,

"Jackass..." and stalk out the door. Sam heard his brother's phone ring as he saw the mutt slip in through the door, as the man who had hit Sam walked out the diner. The dog pounced as Dean picked up the phone,

"Sammy?!" he cried down the phone,

"Sid's Diner!" Sam shouted as the dog stood on his chest and began the internal battle of taking over his body, Sam fought it as hard as he could, as long as he could,

"We're on our way! We'll be there as soon as we can! Don't hang up, man!" Sam shoved the phone back in his pocket, without hanging up, while he still had control. Then the Mutt was back in again. Sam's body went limp and then he realised he had been pushed into the back of his brain again. He sighed mentally as the Hound climbed off him, blood dripping from his claws. Great, more damage...Sam moaned internally.

"Sweetie are you Ok?!" Came a startled voice. The waitress. The Hound picked Sam up and he turned to face her. Blood now only dripping from his nose. The waitress had a shocked and almost repulsed look on her face; there was a lot of blood.

"I'm fine. I must have nutrition." The woman shakily handed over the burger and fries that she had brought with her from the kitchen, then handed over the coke, placing them on the counter. All trace of a smile was gone now, and she watched him warily. Sam felt the Hound move into action and begin eating the food supplied. His movements were slow and methodical, very unnatural. Sam, however, didn't much care, he was starving, and almost literally. A few minutes later, the woman spoke up again,

"That your dog?" She asked timidly, Sam did not turn,

"Yes." he replied,

"Sorry, you can't have Dog's in here." Sam jolted mentally; he had forgotten the Hound was inside with them now. The food had just been finished so the hound merely steered Sam to stand and walked out the diner, without paying. The woman made no move to call him back for the money. Good Riddance, she thought, shivering slightly, as she watched the strange young man walk away with his frightening Mutt.

A/N- I would like to apologise for the shortness of all my chapters, this is the first chaptered story I have done on Supernatural and I so I'm finding it hard to make the chapters very long because I always find the perfect end to the chapter so soon. Sorry for my rambling, I'll leave you alone now….once you have reviewed of course!!!! Love you all!!!