A slightly darker one shot. Poor Huntress/Cel :( Sad times, enjoyed writing this one though :D Please, please feel free to review.
"I swear to God, Huntress cut it out," Dean yelled as Huntress continued to bark loudly.
"She must be really agitated," Sam mused as he noticed how tense her spine looked and since her tail wasn't wagging he thought it couldn't be excitement that was causing her barking fit.
"I don't care Sam she has been going non-stop for hours. I can't take it anymore," Dean growled as he pushed himself off of the couch.
Huntress continued to bark her eyes locked on the door at the top of the iron staircase. She wasn't expecting the boot in her flank as Dean made contact with her side. Instantly she stopped and looked up with sad eyes.
"Finally," Dean muttered with not an ounce of remorse as he left the room.
Feeling guilty Sam patted the front of the couch as Huntress padded cautiously over. Giving her head a rub and smoothing her under her chin, lifting it so he had direct eye contact, Sam asked softly,
"What's wrong? What can you sense?"
Huntress whimpered in response and glanced worriedly at the door. Someone was coming but she couldn't show them that her powers had been sealed by this someone. She didn't know how to warn Sam and Dean. All she could do was bark in a vain attempt to convey her distress and create a sense of urgency. But all she had accomplished was pissing off Dean, who now had a throbbing headache and Sam showering her with meaningless sympathy.
"Huntress go to your basket," Dean ordered harshly as he returned with a plate of pecan pie.
Lowering her head Huntress obliged giving one last bark only to be silenced by Dean's stern eyes.
"Dean I think she is trying to tell us something," Sam admonished his brother lightly.
"No Sam. She is just trying to get some attention. If there was an emergency she would have turned back," Dean brushed off his brother's concern as he tucked into his pie eagerly with his fingers, not bothering to use the fork that balanced precariously on the paper plate.
"Perhaps you're right," Sam relented as they both heard a polite knock at the door. "I'll get it," Sam smiled as he looked over at Huntress briefly, she really didn't look well.
Her eyes were dull and her body seemed glued to the spot. But Sam resolved she was sulking because Dean had scolded her. He began to make his way up the stone steps.
Each footfall stamped on Huntress' heart as she knew she was powerless to stop what was about to happen. And she knew she would feel nothing but guilt. Why hadn't she told them that her nightmares had returned? Maybe then they would realise who would be greeting them on the other side of that door…