After the steak had come in a take out box, I was ready to leave. Boomer was probably bored out of his mind at the moment. And it wouldn't surprise me in the least if he pissed all over the damned room. He got nervous if I was gone too long. Snow had began to fall once I left the bar and it was pouring down on top of my car by the time I was half way back to the hotel. I pulled into my parking spot grabbing the to-go box and opened the door into my room. I saw a faint outline of Boomer on the bed. I flipped on the switch to find, much to my surprise, everything still intact.

"I brought you steak," I said. Boomer jumped off the bed, stretched his front legs, then his back legs, then sat down waiting for me to open the to-go box. I sat it down in front of him and opened it. He smelled it for a split second before he started eating it. By the time I had filled bowl full of water and carried it over to him, the steak was gone. "You do realize you just devoured a 12 ounce steak in a matter of seconds right?" Boomer huffed looking up at me. "Did you even taste it?" I asked him setting the water down. He started lapping up the water bit by bit. I sat down next to him on the floor putting my hand on his back. He stopped drinking long enough to look at me then got back to drinking.

"They're the Winchesters, Boomer." Boomer sat down looking at me. He touched his nose to my cheek before licking me. "I know we're going to have to be careful." Boomer shifted then leaned his body into mine. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. "You know you're my best friend right?" He licked his lips shifting his weight between his front paws. "You probably have to go to the bathroom." I didn't even have enough time to finish my sentence, Boomer was already sitting at the door. I stood up stretching my body out a little then dug in one of my bags for his ball. He had been cooped up in that car and then this room for a long time. He probably needed to run around.

I opened the door and Boomer darted for the trees across the street once more. I could see a car coming down the road. It was an old car. It appeared to be Sam and Dean coming back from the bar. They pulled in and got out of the car.

"Just couldn't stay away from me, could you boys?" I asked crossing my arms. They just gave me a strange look.

"We want to know how you knew our dad." I looked across the street as Boomer came barreling out and ran over to Sam sitting down in front of him wagging his tail. I shook my head at my dog and looked back up at Sam and Dean. Biting my lip, I looked down at my dog once more.

"He saved my ass a long time ago. I told him I would return the favor, but he died before I could." Hopefully that would satisfy them for now. They didn't need to keep asking these ridiculous questions. These questions couldn't only bring harm to me, but it could bring harm to them. I heard Boomer whining and I looked down at him. I realized he was looking at the ball before I bounced it up in the air. He jumped up grabbing it in his mouth before it bounced a second time. He shook his head and his tongue moving the ball around in his mouth before the ball flew up in the air again. I caught it easily then bounced it again. Boomer than looked at Sam and threw the ball to him. Sam caught it out of reflex looking down at the mutt. Dean and I looked at my dog wondering what the hell he was doing. Boomer never liked anyone other than me. Boomer made a noise that sounded like a moan and a growl mixed together.

"He wants you to bounce it." Sam bounced the ball and Boomer caught it. He then looked at Dean and tossed the ball to him. Pretty soon, we were all playing a little game of catch with Boomer. It felt good to relax after such a long day. It seemed like days that Boomer and I had been driving only for me to run into the Winchesters in the middle of a crappy corner bar. Boomer and I had just finished a poltergeist case in Intercourse, PA. The poor Amish didn't know what to think of this. It was trying to kill them. And I show up and they were expecting me to clean their house with the women. They were surprised when I told them that I was there to get rid of the thing torturing their children. I wasn't expecting them to have so many, but I guess when you don't have TV, internet, or video games, they had nothing better to do than create child after child.

By the time we had gotten too cold to do anything, we went into our separate hotel rooms after we decided that we were going to interview the widows the next day.

Author's note: Boomer may seem a little too smart to be a dog, but I assure you it's possible. Boomer is in fact based after my little poochie buddy boy. Everything he does in this story he does in real life. He's a really smart dog and does enjoy his privacy when he uses the bathroom. Any chance I can get I throw him into my stories. This seemed like the perfect one to throw him in. I just felt like I needed to let you guys know that. Much love readers! Review please!