Hey guys! I am back with another chapter of A Whole New World! So, I wanna apologize for something last chapter. When I first uploaded it, I forgot to add a warning. I hope I didn't hurt anyone because of it, and I've also changed the rating to M. I have some pretty dark stuff coming in later chapters, so this story needs to be rated M. I will post warnings on those because I've had those planned for a really long time. This one was spur of the moment, and I forgot. For that, I apologize. Anyways, I'm watching Ultimate Beastmaster on Netflix. Enjoy the chapter!

Crossroad Blues Part 1

After the incident with H.H. Holmes I took a break from hunting. I needed to pull myself together before I went on another hunt. I helped Bobby the entire time I was on break. He told me old hunting stories of him and Rufus or him and John. Being at Bobby's definitely helped. The boys found a hunt that they felt like they needed to go do. I told them to go on. I'll be fine. Sam was worried the most because I had been sleeping with him every night since the incident. The first night without Sam was rough, but I did actually get some sleep. It got better and better as the days go by. The boys called the first night they were gone, but I didn't hear from them for a couple of days. When they finally did call, Sam told me that they got arrested, and it was actually good I stayed behind. They came back and got me, and we headed off to another hunt. This time some guy died under stranger circumstances. It's right up our alley, so we decided to go check it out. We found the nearest diner and started research. Sam was on his computer as me and Dean finish eating lunch. I look over to Sam's laptop to see Dean's mugshot.

"So much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Sam says. Dean just grins.

"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." Dean says.

"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder. We've gotta be more careful now."

"Well, what do they got on you? Do they know about Kate?"

"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam says.

"No accessory? Nothing?" Dean asks.

"Shut up. I don't think they know about Kate because there's nothing here on her either. They would've had to do a lot of digging to find you." Sam says turning to me. Dean lets out a laugh.

"You're jealous."

"No, I'm not!"

"Uh-huh. All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?" I let out a laugh at that as Sam shuts his laptop and pulls out some papers.

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed." Sam says.

"Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?"

"Two days earlier."

"Did he actually say black dog?"

"Yeah, a vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it. No one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls. He didn't show up to work. Two days later he takes a swan dive." I say. This sounds like a crossroads demon and hellhounds.

"Do you think we're dealing with an actual black dog?" Dean asks.

"Well, maybe." Sam says.

"I don't think we're dealing with just a black dog." I state.

"Well, what's the lore on it?" Dean asks. Sam passes Dean the papers we had.

"It's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but...some say they're animal spirits. Others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big and nasty." Sam says.

"Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg. Look at that one, huh?" Dean says holding up one of the pictures with a smirk. Me and Sam just glare at him. Dean's smirk goes away. "What? They could."

"Let's go check out the apartment to see what we can find." Sam says. We pack up, pay, and head over to the victim's apartment. It's a really nice apartment that's for sure. While we're there, we meet one of victim's business partners. He agrees to talk to us about the victim. "So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" This definitely sounds like a crossroad demon.

"That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?" The man asks.

"A tribute to Mr. Boyden, architectural digest." Dean says. The man lets out a laugh. "This funny to you?"

"No, it...it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind...well, he gets another tribute."

"Right, any idea why he'd do such a thing?" I ask.

"I...I have no clue. I mean he lived a charmed life."

"How so?" Sam asks.

"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I...and it wasn't always that way, either."

"No?" Dean asks.

"You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds, a complete dive."

"Right, so what changed?" Sam asks.

"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing. He starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh and Mozart..." The man just stops there.

"What?" I ask.

"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why...why just throw it away?"

"Thank you for your time." We leave the building and decide to go check out the local animal shelter. Me and Sam stay in the car as Dean goes inside.

"How are you holding up?" Sam asks turning around to me.

"I needed that break. You really helped in those first few days." I say with a smile.

"If you need me, just ask." I smile and nod.

"So, what're we thinking?"

"I have no idea."

"I have a few ideas, but let's see what Dean finds out." Sam nods, and we continue to research. Dean comes back out and gets inside the Impala.

"So." Sam says.

"Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty three. She, uh, kayaks, and they're real." Dean says.

"You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" I ask. Dean holds up a piece of paper.

"Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And, uh..." Dean pulls out a post-it note. "I don't know what this thing is." I grab the note and laughed. Sam takes the note and laughs himself. It was a Myspace address. Oh man, I hadn't seen that in a while.

"You mean Carly's MySpace address?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, MySpace, what the Hell is that?" Me and Sam just keep laughing. "Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?" Oh man, this is great. Me and Sam keep laughing as Dean huffs and drives off. We went door to door going through this list of people. So far, we've come up with nothing. Our next house was one Dr. Sylvia Pearlman. All three of us go up to the door and knock. "I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard..." Dean says as a woman opens the door. "Afternoon, ma'am." He pulls out his animal control badge. "Uh, animal control."

"Oh, someone already came yesterday." The woman says.

"Oh, we're just following up. We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?" Sam asks. The woman lets us into the house.

"The Doctor, well, she...I don't know exactly when she'll be back. She left two days ago."

"Okay and you are...?"

"I'm Ms. Pearlman's maid."

"So where did the Doctor go?" Dean asks.

"I'm not sure. She just packed and went. She didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?"

"Oh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?" I ask making sure my suspicions were correct.

"Well, no. I never even heard it. I was almost starting to think the Doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that so..."

"Hey, you know I read she was, uh...chief surgeon at the hospital. She's gotta be what, forty two, forty three? That's pretty young for that job." Dean says as he's looking at the woman's pictures.

"Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position...ten years ago?"

"Huh."

"Huh. An overnight success. Ten years ago." Sam says. 100% a crossroad demon.

"Yeah, we know a guy like that. Oh, look at this." Dean says holding up a picture. "Lloyd's Bar." We drive to the bar, and I saw the crossroad instantly. I'm about to say something when Dean stops. "Hey." He says looking at something.

"Yeah?" Me and Sam ask.

"That's weird." He says pointing at some flowers by the crossroads.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Think someone planted these?"

"Middle of all these weeds?"

"These are, uh, what do you call 'em?" I ask.

"Yarrow flowers?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, those are used for certain rituals, aren't they?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, actually. Summoning rituals." Sam says.

"That's what I was about to talk about. I'm thinking we're dealing with a crossroad demon." I say starting to walk over to the crossroads. "There should be something here if someone did summon one." I say digging in the dirt. It didn't take me long to find a box. There's several things in it. Things you would expect for this summoning. Sam pulls out the small jar in the box.

"Looks like you're right, Kate." I smiled. "How did you come up with it?"

"I've seen it once before. Sadly, I couldn't do anything about it. So, these people aren't seeing black dogs. They're seeing Hellhounds."

"Demonic pit bulls." Sam says.

"Exactly."

"Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting. And that doctor lady? Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough." Dean says.

"So, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music." Dean says. Sam shrugs. "You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's...there's occult references all over his lyrics. I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?" Sam just frowns as Dean rolls his eyes. "The story he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating and muttering about big evil dogs."

"And how it's happening all over again." Sam says.

"Yeah."

"We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here." I say.

"Great. So, we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal." Dean says.

"So what, we should just leave them to die?" Sam asks.

"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?"

"Dean."

"All right. Fine." Dean says. "Rituals like this, you've got to put your won photo in the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing. Let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive."

To Be Continued...

Well, there you go guys! Another chapter in the books! I got another job today, but again, I'm going to keep writing this as much as possible. I won't start for another week at least. Anyways, I hope you guys have an amazing day! Bye guys!