A/N: Unhealthy fast food, alcohol, and rampant exclamation abuse and italics ahead. Ye have been warned. Hey, they can't all be Shakespeare.

Chapter 15 – roadside eats

The King stopped shouting twenty minutes later. The driver stood there tapping her left foot. Nothing was happening.

This was so boring.

I put my head on my paws and closed my eyes. My stomach growled, long and loud. Boomer's stomach grumbled too.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." Even with my eyes closed I saw Dean's energy flare bright orange against the darkness.

I opened my eyes, raised my head. Boomer's jaws dropped open. "He – he left us!"

The King was in the pit. The driver still couldn't see us. I sensed Dean's mojo in the air all around us so I knew nothing was going to change but Boomer was too freaked out to notice.

Nothing I could say would make him believe me. He backed away from me, bug-eyed. That wasn't good. The fool was going to bolt. I had to stop him before he did something stupid.

So I sat down on on him.

I came down on Boomer with all my weight. Knocked the breath out of him. He squirmed and whined, then I felt his body tense up underneath me. He turned around in his skin like a cat and we were nose to nose.

Boomer growled. He doubled in size. As he grew I stretched my legs to keep my paws on the ground. I flattened my ears against my head. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Boomer growled again and I growled back. So he wanted to fight? Fine by me.

"Guys? What are you doing?"

My head snapped around in that direction. Dean stood there holding two large white bags.

Uh oh.

Boomer froze. He shrunk down so fast I lost my balance, jerked forward and slammed face down into the ground. I saw black spots.

"Nothing!" I mumbled through a mouth of grit. "We're just playing."

"Uh huh, yeah." Dean didn't seem convinced. "Lunch time, dude."

I raised up, shook the road dust off my face and out of my eyes. The puppy scrambled out from underneath me.

I lifted my head and scented the air. Food! My stomach growled again. Well hello there.

Dean sat down next to us. He reached into the first bag and pulled out something wrapped in paper. That good smell became even stronger. It wasn't cooked beef.
A few more sniffs and I knew what this was. The last time I had that food I was with my Mom and my pack. The thought made me so excited I yipped.

"Shrimp!" I barked out loud.

Dean laughed. He unwrapped the brown paper. I saw a red and white checkered paper tray piled high with golden shrimp and fries.

He set the tray down in front of me. My tail wagged so hard I wiggled from side to side.

Another tray came out of the bag. Dean unwrapped it and set it down in front of Boomer. The pup leaned forward, sniffed it but he didn't touch it yet.

"Go ahead. Eat up. I'm not letting those bastards fade in. They'll have to shag ass the regular way so it'll take them at least two hours to get here." Dean nodded at the pit as he reached into the bag and pulled out his tray.

Three brown glass bottles were next. Dean kept one, put one bottle in front of me and the other one in front of Boomer. My nose twitched at the scent. Beer!

Boomer stretched out his neck. His nose twitched as he sniffed in the direction of my bottle. I growled at him and moved my bottle closer to me. Boomer was confused. "How come I don't get one like that?"

Dean shook his head. "You get soda. You're not old enough for beer."

The demons came.

Three hours later five big black SUVs pulled up. Six demons wearing black suits piled out of each truck. They were male and female, young and old, all shapes, sizes and colors.

"Here come the clowns," Dean muttered.

I didn't understand what he meant by that. I didn't see any red noses or big floppy feet. Now that would have been funny.

We were finished with our food. I was so stuffed I couldn't move. Boomer leaned against the tree. His fat little belly was even fatter than before.

The six demons from the first truck walked over to the driver.

She opened her mouth to say something and the head demon held up his hand. The female demon shut her mouth with a snap. He was very tall, with short blond hair. "Step back. We'll take it from here."

Several of them sneered at her, as though they thought she was trash. Others smirked because they thought they knew what was going to happen to her once they got the King out.

"WHAT? WHO'S THAT?"

The blond one smiled grimly as he leaned over the hole. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the stench. "We're here, Your Highness."

"FINALLY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The rest of the demons crowded around the hole. The blond male and his fellows jumped in. I heard six dull thumps and then the King screamed out.

"OWWWW! WHAT THE HELL D'YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU SMASHED THE ROOF ONTO MY HEAD!"

"Ummm...We're sorry, my liege."

"SORRY! I DON"T WANT TO HEAR SORRY! GET! ME! OUT!"

"As you wish."

There was a moment of silence, and then:

"Uh, sire, we...we have a problem."

"WHAT?"

"Well, ah, the car is crumpled up all around you. We can't open the doors. The roof's caved in."

"YOU DON'T SAY."

"We'll have to peel back the roof."

Dean smirked. "Good luck with that."

Ten of the demons went back to their vehicles and pulled out crowbars. They passed them down to the ones in the hole. I cocked my head at the sound of metal scraping against metal. More glass broke. They couldn't use their demon mojo. Nothing they did worked.

King Crowley never stopped bellowing. Down in the hole King Crowley cursed and promised he would slowly disembowel everyone if they didn't get him out and "pretty damned soon!"

This went on for another hour. Finally Dean sat up. He turned to us with a smile. "What do you say we move this party?"

Something in the air loosened up. A few more clangs of metal against metal and a cheer came up out of the pit.

The King was finally free.

TBC. Is Crowley's nightmare over? Not by a long shot.