"Sam."

"Yes?"

"Do you think I should wake Dean up?"

"Why?"

"Because he drools worse than me and I don't like the feeling of it and he's too heavy to move without waking him."

"..."

"Please, it's nasty."

"Dean! Wake the hell up!"

Dean had shot up the moment Sam yelled that out, completely startled as he came up grasping the young girl who was beneath him in his sleep. She squeaked out as he held her close to his chest. He looked around in shock and alertness upon his little brother's cry.

"What?" Dean yelled out to the driver. "You where crushing her." Sam stated simply as Dean then looked down to Tiny in his arms as his hand came to her shoulder, wet, and he lifted it up to her shoulder. "You are very luck I have a good damn jacket on." She mumbled with a huff as she puffed out her cheeks and the corner of her lips fell a bit more than usual.

"You're pretty heavy." She added simply as she scooted away from him within the bounds of her seat. Her little hands grasped the seat as her legs lightly swung around. "Thank you Samuel." She called out to the driver who creased his brows for a moment at the name. "Yeah, no problem." Dean rolled his eyes in response. "Where's the little Shepard thing." Dean stated as he earned a yip from Hannibal as he jumped up from Dean's seat in front and tackled his face earning the other two humans to laugh. He struggled to get the dog off his face as dean held the small creature in front of him. "Well, well, we meet again fluffy butt."

He stated to the dog with a serious face as his brows curved into a serious line downwards between the brows. The dog simply yipped, his tail wagging below him as his tongue came out of his mouth. It then turned serious as they all stopped. His tongue realigned to his mouth as he glared at Dean, only to lick his nose again.

"Fluffy butt? Why Fluffy Butt?" she asked Dean who was being attacked by the tiny little hound. "Touch his god damn butt." Dean stated. Sam scrunched his face as his older brother said that. "What the hell Dean."

"Touch-the-fluffy-butt." Dean repeated again as he held out Hannibal who held his tongue swaying out. Tiny was laughing silently besides him as a disturbed look crossed her features jokingly. She saw Dean hold her hound from his arms up as his little legs curled up as her hand was open flat lifting up as her palm patted his bum. She shook her head at him as she chuckled lightly. She reached out to grab him but Dean was more than content to hold him a bit more. He swung him around lightly with a little sway and rubbed his stomach however Hannibal was not content with the constant moving however. Despite what she knew of his capabilities Dean was far from experienced.

Hannibal let a little warning yip out at Dean but he was rather content on holding him and rubbing him. Hannibal despite being rather passive and active was not content with his constant moving. He preferred to be in one spot and not have to move from side to side. He growled again only for nothing different to happen as he barred his teeth towards Dean who looked at Hannibal in surprise.

Dean was surprised for a moment as he played with the puppy, shaking his thick fur and lifting him up lightly and softly taping him around as he held him from his bottom up for a moment as he placed him down to repeat what he did before, as he did so he didn't realize the harm till Tiny snatched him before he could keep on alarming the little puppy. Quickly she placed the little guy on his back against her chest and placed a hand lightly on his muzzle. "No Hannibal, Dean wasn't intending to be so rough." she stated but he was persistence, showing his teeth towards her again. "No." Her stern voice demanded for him to turn to his rather passive nature again that he has been showing thus far and so he huffed. His large beady eyes looking at Dean as he calmly stopped moving in her arms enough to let him down as the pup causally rolled out of her arms and trotted towards the open seat on the other side of the car besides her where he circled a moment, flopped down and his eyes locked towards Deans as he bared his teeth for a moment and flopped his head down.

She softly patted his belly as she spoke again. "You cannot touch Hannibal's fluffy butt, it is very inappropriate, isn't it Hannibal?" She gushed to him as he yipped lightly without opening his little eyes to show any further indication.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Hannibal seems much more aggressive at the moment."

"Well placing it simply the breed is naturally more aggressive. He didn't like what you where doing and instead of giving a warning, he attempted to bite you. Let me tell you, he has one nasty bite for a pup."

"I thought he and I where good buddies though."

"He'll be like this in the beginning, he's getting to know you. Just don't move as much when you're with him, it ticks him off a bit. He's active and all but he rather remain still to observe everything. He's just that kind of dog aren't you."

She laughed lightly as Hannibal attempted to ignore her as he rolled his upper torso up as his nose came up in a dignified fashion. He lifted his paw and swatted the air lightly. "That's my boy." And then his tongue lulled out like his usual self all over again. Her eyes casted lightly towards the pup as they turned to Dean only to see him looking at her for a moment. Her head tilted lightly in a curious manner as her lips lightly parted as they always seemed to do only to close them when she noticed.

"What?"

He shook his head for a second as he smiled lightly. "Oh nothing, It's just your so... Odd." She nodded lightly as her lips came into a pout as she looked at nothing in particular. "Odd... Why thank you." She lightly stated as she kept on nodding her head lightly. "And you act like Hannibal is you're child so it's not something strange at all. He has a mountain of outfits doesn't he?"

"Oh Dean, shut up."

"You know he's right though."

"And Screw you too Sammy."

For the past while, the tension from the first hunt had gradually spread away. After this incident it seemed like it turned out a little bit better. Tiny had melted away fine in their company, and though during the thought of a hunt the boys would often shutter at the thought that Tiny would be accompanying them, in truth they didn't mind that she wasn't the best hunter out there, and in fact she was pretty okay in a manner, but it was the thought that she still was just a rookie that counted it.

Oh course from the first case where they saved them it seemed all fine, but after thinking thought it the boys realized that she was none the less a little different with her methods. No. A lot different with her methods. Boys said one thing, the girl said another which apparently also had the same result. Dean just pouted his lips, huffed a little and crossed his arms over his chest and flop back as he nodded slightly, not really having much words to say as he himself either cared not for the different method that questioned his own or really the standard or was just not thinking of anything to say on impulse or rather not wanting to say. It was Dean after all and it seemed like a wonder to be quiet at such a time. Sam was similar but much more abundant with providing knowledge however.

In the thing on their minds was her relevance to the manner of everything, leaving drowned in his mind how the hell Hannibal never shed a single hair in his life as apparently when he went to check the car last without them, there was no fur, no doggy scent, and all the wonders he expected to come with it. It was really the fur that got to him though as it was really a rather thickly furred mutt with plenty of long strands as it was.

Sam seemed to be more skeptical than Dean, but seeing something so smoothly soft in voice and those bright honey eyes pierce over them the boys just couldn't help it. They remained silent, drowning their concerns where her soft smooth words that seemed to ease their very souls enough so they can at least have a sense of less panic in which they had previously expected to drown in.

She was a little odd of course, as he stated before (though extraordinary was also on the list), and she stated to knowing such a thing as well, but in the end she was possibly the most reliable thing any of them had at the moment, considering her will of kindness and her personal morality holding her up, it seemed that the hope she carried wouldn't fade anytime soon. Though this female had come here upon debatable means, deep down they didn't care much. Deep down this was just an asset to address during their journey in desperate search for their father. Still he remained unknown, missing somewhere alone. Though the eldest of the Three Winchesters knew well what he was doing, known for his ferocity, and amazing abilities, had always had a son with him.

Tiny didn't necessarily show it but she was worried about the same reasons. She knew he could handle himself amazingly but that didn't mean the dangers had diminished. She knew John Winchester well enough to know a thing or two about the man by heart. Knowingly she wasn't as knowledge about as his own sons would be, but their trust was on a very different measure. It was in its solemn account of subtle admiration in which never had truly diminished.

Dean rubbed his eyes with the edge of his jacket that still laid on his frame, his tired eyes opening up. Taking a glance to the right he saw the young female remover her jacket slowly and carefully, the wet spot from Dean's drool ever remained there in a darker patch as she frowned silently in disgust. For once he saw her arms, scarred with cuts and scabs that littered ever so thinly and finely. A burn mark laid on her shoulder which slightly looked like scratch marks. Her black tang top laid simply beneath where her necklace brightly glistened ever so, as if it were alive, whispering in its soft little voice as she whispered sweet little secrets to the young woman who possessed her. It was a simply little crystal, white with dusts many hues such as the sweetest blues and violet skies. Around it laid the golden veins, almost a deep copper as they intertwined with the surrounding of the gem to secure it. As he looked closer he saw the soft hints of movement within but possibly it was only the flickers of his imagination.

Swiftly her head had turned as she looked towards Dean who had during that time leaned slightly closer and narrowed his eyes slightly in concentration. He didn't necessarily notice the close proximity however she had looked back in response, a bland, solemn look on her face as she tilted her head ever slightly. Her eyes glazed over at him as she studied his handsome features as he studied her (or much rather the gem that laid on the golden band upon her chest). "Yes?" She mouthed ever so, only a whisper ever flowing from her plum lips as she looked at the elder Winchester. He really didn't respond as he looked at her. She had simply looked back.

"How did you get that?" He asked as his eyes trailed off towards the line of her neck. It held a large burn mark along the right side of her neck, tight, and scarred and the shines of red numbed the flesh around uncomfortably. Tiny's face twitched softly, her mouth cringing slightly more for a moment as she facial features swiftly recovered. A soft little aired sigh escaped her lips. "Another story for another time my dear Winchester. Now if you would mind, stop doing that." She stated ever so as her body shifted ever so uncomfortable upon his harden gaze and her own tensed muscles. He had then turned away, arms crossed over his chest ever so, closing his eyes only to give the female a single glare with narrowed eyes.

"That moment I knew what he thought, and it wasn't such a hard thought to put. His eyes said it all as he slowly lingered on what was there. Those eyes had closed, a little scrunched up look on his face and I knew he was in thought. He didn't need to do anything more that hold his doubts. 'So many scars, so many times you dodge the question. So much things you obviously hide for a non-hunter Tiny. You're lying and you better hope those lies are worth it.' He possibly would have said, though in a much more Dean fashion I would believe. At that moment it was a little ounce of fear that range though me, that made shivers go down her spine. It wasn't much but for the both of us, the only thing we could wish for was the very answer to his thoughts.

I just hoped the lies we made for her where worth it."

Author's Note

Honestly I have no idea where this chapter was headed nor where the previous one was headed. The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to mix the concepts I had with the new information I've been getting. Sadly I have been very much behind on the current Seasons. I am catching up very much though so I would have a foot hold them. Just about to start season 9. Yeah late bloomer but I'm working on it and I have no life so it's going there. It's also the reason I haven't updated (more like an excuse really). The writer here is weird but I think later on it will make scene. Hopefully. I hope I don't bore you too much. I'm working on it. Next chapter coming to you in two days or tomorrow, depends on my mood. This is a promise however. Thank you again for taking the time to read though this if you read my notes that is (I'm a bore I know but it's the purpose of my existence) and thank you for those who deal with my random updates. Please I encourage you to comment and tell me how this is going so far, please. It would help a lot.

Thank You for Reading! :3

VioletFlame14

P.S. Hannibal's breed is actually placed as being naturally aggressive, being bred like that at a very young age. Though he is being placed as Passive for most part, he will be showing more signs of this aggression but that does not mean he will change much but I want to give some more regard to his breed in correspondence with it. I've never owned a dog before so work with me here.