Dean POV
"A what!?" Big Black Bill, ahem, Blackie muttered. I ran my hand through my dirty blond hair, groaning at the situation.
"A demon, I think our dad's tracking it," I replied.
"Wait, if there are demons then what else is out there?" he asked timidly.
"Mostly monsters, spirits, demigods, gods, demons, probably more," He looked at me cautiously. "If it helps at all, we haven't found any trace of Bigfoot or the Loc Ness Monster," I said sarcastically.
"And you guys hunt these things?" Well, at least he's a fast learner.
"Yeah," Sam piped in. "When I told my dad there was a monster in my closet he gave me a 44," I smirked a little at the memory.
"Well Sammy, what else could he have done?"
"Told me there wasn't?"
"Guys!" Blackie's voice brought us back to earth. We turned back to him, ignoring our little conflict for now. Well, at least Sam had sobered quite a bit.
"Yeah?" I questioned him.
"If you guys are good at hunting them, why do you need me?"
"We'll need all the help we can get," I replied grimly. My phone rang and I groped around in my pocket searching for it.
"Hello?"
"There's a werewolf down in Chicago,"
"Dad?!" I exclaimed, shock shooting through me.
"Yeah it's me, I need you to go down to Chicago and hunt that for me,"
"Where are you?" I asked. The line went dead and I slammed my phone shut. Two expectant faces met my gaze as I turned around.
"We're going to Chicago," I said adamantly.
Demon POV
"They're headed to Chicago," I spoke to the bowl of blood held between my palms. I rasp came back to me.
"Yes sir,"
Sorry it's pretty short, I'll post another one soon. Review!