Be Made of Salt And... chp 5

The main graveyard in Mission Falls turned out to be the only graveyard in town. A trip to the local library had even given them a map of the local area, which they quickly used to plot all of the murders. Now, they were slowly driving around to the different murder sites, trying to get an idea of where the 'killer' had attacked from in each of the areas.

Tommy frowned. "This one doesn't make any sense." They were at the site of the first murder, but unlike the others, there were no trees around for the creature to make a leap from. "I mean, there's no cover for it to attack from."

Sam nodded. "Unless the person just died here and was actually attacked somewhere else."

"It's possible," Dean stated. "Let's look around a bit more, see if we can find anything."

Fifteen minutes later, Tommy called to his two brothers. Once they joined him, he pointed to the spot where the first victim was obviously attacked. Like all the others, it was in a somewhat wooded area, giving the creature plenty of places to attack from.

They made their way back to the hotel, stopping to pick up food from a Wendy's on the way. As they ate in their room, they talked about what they had found out.

"Well, it's definitely a black dog. The pattern and kill sites prove that. Now all we have to do is figure out when the next attack is going to be." Tommy finished eating and settled back on the bed.

"The last murder happened about 3 days ago. Before that, they were happening about every 4-5 days. So probably tomorrow or the next day." This came from Sam, who was checking things on the laptop as he ate.

"That gives us until early in the morning or early the next morning to come up with a plan on how to get rid of this thing." Dean stated, tossing his wrapper into the trash from his spot on the rollaway bed.

Sam snorted. "Would help if we knew where the lair was. Then we could lay a trap for it before we finish it off."

"Maybe, or we might just drive it into hiding." Tommy said, stretching before he wrote down 3 numbers and stuck them in a hat and held them out to his other brothers. "Lowest number gets the shower first, 2nd lowest second and highest goes last."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Who put you in charge?"

Tommy grinned. "No one, but I want a shot at some hot water for a change instead of lukewarm or barely above chilled."

Sam busted out laughing at the look on Dean's face, but couldn't help feeling that his family really was together again. Now, if they could only find their dad and get things worked out with him. First though, they had to get past showers tonight and the black dog tomorrow. After that, they would have time to work on finding their dad and go from there.