A/N: Ugh, sorry for this late update. I've been a bit on the busy side. This chapters a little shorter than the usual one, but hopefully you'll like it just he same. If not, review anyway!
Demon Hunters and Their Pets- Chapter 3
"Er, I think we passed it," Sam said, looking backwards out his passenger window at the endless line of identical houses, in other words, the suburbs.
"What do you mean we passed it?" Dean said, tearing his eyes from the road to glare at his brother. "Aren't you paying attention?"
Sam had been keeping a steady eye on the dog that now sat comfortably in Dean's lap, supposedly "sleeping." Ever since the little incident at the gas station he had become quite paranoid.
Don't fall asleep, Sam. He'll breathe on you with his poisonous breath and you'll suffocate in your sleep, but Dean won't hear it because the dog would probably put him in a box in the ocean with his mind powers.
"Earth to, Sam, helloooo?" Dean was waving a hand in front of his little brother's face, trying to drive with the other. "You're putting me in a very uncomfortable position, so would you please snap out of it?"
Sam snapped back to the annoyed expression on his brother's face.
"I know reading a map may seem like a difficult task, Sammy, but I really need to get to this guy's house." Dean said.
Sam glared.
"It's Sam."
"Just tell me which number, okay, Sam?" Dean said, making a U-turn at a cul-de-sac.
"2098, that one," Sam said, pointing to a quaint two-story house, with the usual desert landscape.
Dean parked the car onto the sidewalk and turned off the engine. He got his duffle bag out from the back seat and pulled out a leash and the leather "monster log." He clipped the leash onto the puppy and handed the book over to his brother.
"I was reading over some stuff last night. From what this guy tells me, we may be dealing with a type of hunting creature." Dean said, pointing out the bookmarked page. "Or we may be dealing with just a very strange man…"
"What's the plan then? Do you want me to go talk to this guy some more?" Sam asked, leafing through the book.
"Are you kidding me? Scrappy needs some fresh air, but he's not going to get any stuffed in an old library. I'm going to talk to this guy, and you'll go to the library." Dean explained. "Like hell I would leave him with you one more time." He said, petting his puppy tenderly.
"I wouldn't want to be stuck with that demon-mutt anyway," Sam mumbled, glaring darkly at the puppy.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam said innocently, pulling the keys out of the ignition and exiting the car.
"Not a scratch on my baby," Dean said firmly, walking Scrappy out of the car.
"Whatever."
"Hello, I'm Dean Christenson. I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation." Dean said, flipping out his fake ID. The young man who answered the door peered at the badge for a moment before Dean flipped it close.
"I didn't think my case would be this important." He said, a look of surprise on his face.
"Mr. Daniels, never overestimate the FBI." Dean said seriously.
The young man gave him a quizzical look before opening his door to Dean.
"Okay, come on in," he said. "I'm Patrick by the way."
"We know," Dean said somberly. He walked in, Scrappy following at his heels.
"Oh, hey, I didn't know you had a dog with you." Patrick said, staring fondly at the puppy. The dog gave him a weird look.
Patrick reached out to pet him and Scrappy growled fiercely. The man snatched his hand back.
"Umm, he's gets a bit defensive in the morning." Dean said. "Just yesterday, my brother said he… Well, that's a different story. Could we get to the crime scene please?"
"Uhh, yeah, sure," Patrick replied, staring bewildered at the dog. "Usually all dogs like me…" he mumbled.
The young man led the puppy and Dean into the backyard. The backyard was filled with pink rocks and small gardens at every corner.
"This is a pretty nice backyard," Dean commented.
"Uh, thanks," Patrick said, a little surprised at the agent's remark. "Over there is where I found my BoBo's body," Patrick said, sounding a little emotional by just saying it.
"Er, thanks, you can go inside now, Mr. Daniels. I'm just going to search around for now." Dean said uncomfortably.
Patrick pursed his lips and nodded quickly, plodding back to his house.
Dean stared with a confused expression at the man before bringing his attention back to the taped-off section of the backyard.
He walked with his usual cool stride over to it, Scrappy trotting closely behind him. He bent down closer and examined the rocks for quite some time. Dean finally noticed Scrappy sniffing at a big, smoking ditch to the side of the backyard.
That was definitely not there before…
Dean gave a quizzical stare at the ditch and then at the puppy sitting beside it.
"Hey, buddy, what happened here?" Dean said, crouching over the hole.
The dog jerked his head up at his owner's voice and gave him an eerie stare. Almost instantly, the puppy knocked Dean into the deep ditch.
Dean rolled down with a big thud, landing the wrong way on one of his legs.
"Geesh, ow." Dean moaned. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to repress a cry of agony from the pain emanating from his leg which was in an odd position on the floor.
Dean stared at Scrappy who was staring at him with an odd expression of calmness and glee.
"Scrappy, go get Patrick," He said through clenched teeth. "Pat-rick. Heck, just start barking or something. God, my leg!"
Scrappy's eyes turned a brilliant red and his teeth were growing at an alarming rate.
Dean's eyes widened in horror.
"Stupid dog. Stupid Dean. They both suck. Stupid thing tried to kill me, but does that get through Dean's thick skull? Nooo." Sam was in a pissy attitude since he had arrived at the library. He was scrolling quite violently though the newspaper articles, reminiscing on the thought of the stupid puppy which was causing him so much fury.
"'I don't want you to kill my dog again.'" Sam mocked. "Pfft, yeah right, it was the freaking other way around!"
People were staring at him now. The librarian glared at him, pressing a finger hard to her lips.
Sam gave a 'sorry' expression and went back to scrolling.
Even talking about the stupid thing gets me in trouble. It's probably killing Dean right now. Serves him right for not believing me-
Sam stopped in mid-thought. Sweat started to collect at his forehead.
"Oh God, Dean."
A/N: Well, that was short. I promise I'll make the next one longer and faster posted. Please review!