Death and Destiny
A/n: Another chapter and so soon!. This time we're going to go back and explain how Rodney knows Sam and Dean, what the Winchester brothers do, what exactly is 'Supernatural'! Hope this chapter clears somethings up for you lala! Many thanx for lala and Llanea for reviewing!
Chapter 8:
"Two Hunters and an Astrophysicist"
6 Years Ago: February 19th 2001
Memphis, Tennessee
Rodney's Condominium, 9:38 A.M
"Come on where is it...?" I mumble to myself. "I just left it here! Jack," I say. The 4 year old Border Collie wakes up and gives me his full attention. "go find my key's, boy." and with that he runs off in search of the missing item. I sit down on the couch and wait for his return.
"Hope he finds my keys a whole lot quicker than it took for me to look for them." I'm really not a dog fan. They're too needy. They just, I don't know, make me nervous. Like they're going to turn on you or something. I know I'm paranoid and this honestly has nothing to do with "Cujo". Really! I just go by the expression if a deal sounds to go to be true, then it probably is.
So, then I guess you're wondering how someone like me got a dog. You can thank my sister for that. See, she was moving and the apartment she was moving in to didn't allow dogs. So, she ask me if I could take care of Jack. And me, being the wonderful, awesome, really cool big brother I am, agreed. I know, what was I thinking...
I looked down at my watch. "What is taking that dog?" It usually takes him two minuets. No more, always less. I get up and walk in the direction Jack went. It just so happens to be the kitchen.
"Jack, what are you..." I pause when I see Jack. He starts growling at me and I could've sworn I saw his blue and green eyes turn black.
"Not good." I say. As manage to slowly walk behind the four foot wide, six foot long Island. But in my haste I knocked over a box of salt. Of course Jack chose that moment to jump at me and stopped, mid-air like there was a force field preventing him from going any farther.
I look down at the only thing stopping me from becoming Kibble's N' Bits. Salt... "I wonder." I grab the box and make a run for the nearest door. I lock the door as soon as the door closes. I hear Jack banging and clawing and the door. I grab the box of salt and pour it across the door from end to end.
Once the salt is down, the noise instantly stops. The salt may be able to keep the demon dog out, but it didn't stop me from hearing the not-so-friendly growl Jack gave me as he moved away from the door.
I take a moment to realize what room I'm in. "Bugger." I say to myself as look around.
"So," I say. "I'm stuck in my bedroom with a phone that'll do me no good because who will believe me
when I tell them I have a Hell Hound in my kitchen, and a laptop that may or not be able to bring up "Hell Hounds For Dummies". Wonderful... I guess could I always leave out the patio. That's better than nothing, I guess. I could be stuck upstairs..."
Germantown, Tennessee
Empirian Colonnade motel, 8:49 A.M
Sam, Dean, and John Winchester are Hunters. They hunt evil. Poltergeists, vengeful sprites, skin walkers, even an occasional exorcism. You got a problem with anything supernatural, they can help. Think of them as Ghost Busters, except way better looking.
Right now John, their father is out getting information on a job they're working, so it's just Sam, who is surfing the Internet on his laptop and Dean, who is laying down on the bed watching T.V.
Dean stop flicking channels and looks at his little brother by four years. Dean still couldn't believe that even though he was 21 and Sam was 17. Sam was 6' 4" and Dean well... wasn't. But that doesn't mean Dean couldn't get Sam's nerves. "Hey, Sammy, when did dad say he was going to be back? I'm going out of my mind here!"
Sam looked up from the laptop. "It's Sam and about an hour. Maybe two."
"Wonderful." and he turns and looks back to the T.V. "Thanks, Sammy."
Sam just glares at his brother.
Back in Memphis
Rodney's Bedroom, 9:55 A.M
I'm on my computer trying find the number to an old friend, Jim Murphy. He'd know more about Cujo here, who's waiting in the kitchen then I would. Then the computer makes a noise.
"Yaahoooo!" Which tells me someone just singed in to Yahoo! Messenger.
"What do you know?" I say. "Jim's on-line."
I click on 'Send IM' and type in my message.
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Genius.1 wrote: "Hey, Jim. It's Rodney."
DH-Jim wrote: "Hello Rodney, how's everything been going?"
Genius.1 wrote: "Not too great. I have a bit of a problem."
Genius.1 wrote: "A supernatural problem."
DH-Jim wrote: "What is it? Poltergeist?
Genius.1 wrote: "Hell Hound. I can't say for sure, but one moment Jack, my dog, is 'Lassie' and the next it's 'Pet Cemetery' all over again."
DH-Jim: "Yeah, that sounds like a Hell Hound possession. Here, call this number: 866-907-3235. Ask for John Winchester. He should be able to help."
Genius.1 wrote: "Thanks a lot."
DH-Jim wrote: "Your welcome. By the way Rodney, where are you?"
Genius.1 wrote: "Locked in my room..."
DH-Jim wrote: "lol! Talk about lucky! Be careful, okay."
Genius.1 wrote: "Lucky would be getting out the front door and I will."
DH-Jim Has Signed Off Of Yahoo! Messenger.
Genius.1 Has Signed Off Of Yahoo! Messenger.
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I pick my cell phone and start dialing.
Mean While on The Other Side Of Town, 10:05 A.M
John Winchester got out of his pick-up truck and started to head for the stairs that lead back to the motel room when his phone started to ring. "What now..."
He pulls the phone from his pocket and answers it. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this John Winchester?" the caller asks.
"Why?" John says.
"Because if this is, then I have a job for you."
That got John interested. "Who are you and kind of job?" John asks as he leans against his truck.
"I'm Rodney McKay. And it seems I have a problem with a demoniacally possessed dog."
"A Hell Hound?" John says. He decides to see how much about the supernatural this guy really knows about. "That sounds a bit science fiction, doesn't it?"
John hear Rodney sighs. "Look," he says. "I know you're a Hunter, so can we skip the Psyche 101?"
Alright, John thinks. So he's used to dealing with Hunters. Interesting start. "Okay, first who gave you my number?"
"Jim."
John almost slid off his truck. "Jim Murphy? Pastor Jim? You know him?" John said with shock.
"Yep."
"Hell Hound you said?"
"Uh huh."
"I'm working another job right now, so I'll send my boys, Sam and Dean."
"That's fine with me."
"Where do you live?"
" 50th Gayoso Ave. Room #407 in Downtown Memphis, Tennessee. Oh, and tell them not to come in the front door."
John wrote down the address and responds. "Alright. That not far from here, they should be there in 30 to 45 minuets."
"Thanks, Bye."
"Yeah. Bye" And with that John hangs up the phone.
A few minuets later John unlocks the motel room. "Sam, Dean I just got a call from a friend of Jim's. He said he has a problem with a hell hound. Here's the address and his phone number. I want you to take the Impala and check it out."
"What about the job here?" asks Sam.
"I'll finish it up and meet you boys down there later."
Sam and Dean both nodded, picked up their bags and headed for the door.
John turns around. "Oh, one more thing. He said not to go in though the front door."
Sam and Dean both look at each other and then back to their dad.
"Well," says Dean. "this should be interesting." and they head out to the car.
40 minutes Later
Outside of 50th Gayoso Ave.
Room #407 in Downtown Memphis, Tennessee
"This is it." Dean says. "Doesn't look like much." He said.
"Neither do you. Do not underestimate it." I call out from behind them. I'm sitting on the hood of my blue 1973 Ford Mustang Cabrio. "You must be Sam and Dean. Which one's which?" I ask.
"Yeah," said Sam. "I'm Sam and that's Dean."
Dean nods. "Nice car."
"Thanks. Same for yours. 67' Impala, right?"
"Yep." he says.
"Well, at least you have good taste in cars." I get up and walk to the back door. Leaving a clueless Dean to try and grasp my previous statement. "This way."
Sam, on the other hand, caught the insult instantly and was trying not to laugh. I unlock the door and walk in. That's when Dean started to say something.
"So, where is Hell Hound now?"
I point at the door lead out of my bedroom. "In there."
Dean went over to the door and started to open it, making sure not to break the salt line.
"What do you know about Hell Hounds?" asks Sam.
"Um, they're a demonic dog of hell, usually referred to Cerberus, the dog of Hades from Greek Mythology."
Sam nods. "Yeah, they're 'ghostly hounds' and are said to haunt parts of the United Kingdom. Many names are given to the apparitions. Black Shuck of East Anglia, Moddey Dhoo of the Isle of Man, Gwyllgi of Wales... and the list goes on."
Dean closes the door. "Yep, definitely a Hell Hound."
"That still doen't explain why it's here or how to get rid of it." I say.
"True." Dean says. "I'm surprised though. I mean, Hell Hounds typically have features such as an unnaturally large size, a black fur color, glowing eyes, super strength or speed, ghostly or phantom characteristics. It's said that some even the ability to talk. But this dog looks..."
I jump in. "Normal, cute, innocent?"
"Yeah, that."
I snort. "Yeah. He looked that way to me too. BEFORE he tired to kill and possibly eat me."
Sam laughs. "Yeah, that's understandable." Sam looks at me. "You didn't do anything shady dealing with the supernatural, did you?"
I give him a look. "Dude, I'm not stupid. They don't give out PhD's for nothing, you know. Why?"
"Its just that Hell Hounds are often assigned to guard the entrance to the world of the dead or undertake other duties related to the afterlife or the supernatural. Like hunting down lost souls or guarding a supernatural treasure. None of that fits in this case."
Dean, who seemed to be caught up on the PhD part asks, "You have a PhD?"
"Yes, several. Why?"
Sam cuts in before Dean could answer. "Don't pay any mind to him. So, I'm thinking exorcism. What do you think, Dean?"
"Yeah, that sound about right."
I grab my keys. (yeah, I know. NOW I find them.) and head for the door.
Dean see's me leaving. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
I turn around. "Seeing as how you seem to have everything under control, I'll be leaving you to do what you do best. How long do you think this I'll take?"
"Umm, it shouldn't be more than an hour." Sam responds.
"Great," I say. "I'll be back then."
"What about the your dog? There's a pretty good chance it might not make it." Says Dean.
"First of all, that dog isn't mine and if it does manages to survive, I'm sending it right back to where it came from. To my little sister."
And with that I walk out the door.
Sam looks at Dean. "Well, Better get started."
"Yeah, let's." said Dean.
Genius.1 Hunter's log
Monday, February 19th 2001
8:56 PM
Genius.1 wrote: An hour later and Jack is Jack again. And I'm now able to once again, go into my kitchen without worrying about becoming a meal myself. Interesting day, I know. I guess it didn't really matter in the end. I got a job offer in New Mexico. Oh, and Jack? I gave him back to Jeannie that same day. She wasn't to happy, of course. But then again she didn't have to deal with 'Jack, the Hell Hound.' I didn't tell her the reason why I gave Jack back. She would just think I'm crazy. Somethings, you just need to keep to yourself. Maybe I'll get a cat...
Hell Hounds
The most famous Hell Hound is probably Cerberus, the hound of Hades from Greek mythology. Hell Hounds are also famous for appearing in Celtic mythology as part of the Wild Hunt. These hounds are given several different names in local folklore, but they display typical Hell Hound characteristics. Hell Hounds often have features such as: large size, black fur color, glowing eyes, and super strength or speed. Assigned to guard the entrance to the world of the dead or undertake other duties related to the afterlife. Often confused for Black Dogs which are regarded as a foreshadowing of death.