Robbie knocked twice before coming into the apartment. His hair was disheveled and he still bore the tuxedo from the funeral, plus a loosened wrinkled tie. Overall the kid looked like a mess and my heart went out to him. After all, I did know what it felt like to lose family. Dean practically pounced on the poor thing before the door clicked shut. "We need to know if there was anything that your brother loved." He said quickly. "What Dean is asking, is if there was any object that your brother put his blood sweat and tears into. Something he was really fond of." Sam said shouldering Dean away from Robbie. Robin hesitated a moment. "His car I guess. He waited years to get it. When he did it needed restored badly. It's an old '65 Mustang ya know. He put a lot of work into it and it became his pride and joy." Robbie said glancing between the three of us. "Where is it now?" I asked. "Uh, the impound outside of town actually. It wasn't totaled in the wreak, but was reported stolen as a prank from his friends a couple weeks ago." He said. "Then we know where to go." Dean said. Robbie nodded solemnly but didn't say a word on that subject. "I should get going." Was all he said before turning and leaving.
Later that evening we got ready to go. We had everything we needed and loaded into the Impala. It didn't take long to get to the impound, which turned out to be highly guarded due to past break ins. We faced down a 10 foot electric fence topped with barbed wire and a gate locked from the inside. "Hey. I dare you to touch the fence and see if it's turned on." Dean whispered to Sam. "What? No. You do it." He hissed back. I rolled my eyes as they continued and picked a piece of Buckhorn weed. I licked my fingers and made the fuzzy part of the stem damp before stepping up to the fence. I reached the weed out and touched the damp part to the fence. A short buzz and hiss came and was followed by a small curl of smoke. It was enough to make my brothers look over as I turned around. "Yeah." I said with a smirk. "It's on." The three of us then split up to find another way in.
"There is a huge oak tree around the back that we could climb and drop into the yard." Sam said walking back up to Dean and I. "Yeah, and three Dobermans sleeping around the other corner." I sighed. "Guess we climb the tree." Dean said looking at me. We walked to the tree and I sighed as Sam easily leapt onto the first branch. Being the shortest of the three of us sucked sometimes. Dean laced his fingers together and looked at me while Sam leaned down offering his hand for me. I sighed and used Dean's boost up into the tree and grabbed Sam's out stretched hand. He pulled me up and Dean followed behind me. I was the first to drop into the yard. I wrinkled my nose as a pain shot up my leg but I ignored it. Sam tossed the items down to me before he and Dean joined me.
It didn't take long to find the old, but looking new, Mustang. Sam let out a soft whistle and murmured something like 'nice car'. Dean nodded slowly before starting to dump the gasoline over the entire car. I kept glancing over my shoulder just waiting for those dogs to come running around the corner singing the song of their kind. Sam nudged me with his elbow. "How do you suppose we're gonna get out?" He whispered watching dean. I shrugged. "Break the lock at the gate." "Isn't that where the dogs are?" I shook my head as dean stepped back and nodded at us. We all lit a match and tossed them onto the hood of the car and watched the flame spread. We stood there for a little bit as If to make sure that it stayed lit even though we knew it would. Suddenly a large spot light flicked on behind us and we heard someone shouting followed by the dogs barking. "Go Go Go!" Dean shouted pushing Sam and I forward.
We ran around the back of the compound since the dogs were rounding the corner to the front. The front gate hung open and I flinched as a gunshot rung out but none of us seemed to be affected. We left the impound yard and was in the open but still had a ways to go until we would reach the Impala. The dogs were close and we split up, however one dog followed me and I lost track of the other two. I like to think myself in shape, but when being chased by dogs, it made my anxiety flare to say the least. I could feel its hot breath on my leg a moment before I felt the shooting pain of its teeth sinking into my calf. I cried out in a mix of fear and pain as I stumbled forward. The dog let go but I knew it would pounce on my back so I twisted, which resulted in me landing on my shoulder. My hands came up and grabbed onto the dogs neck and I heard the sickening sound of its teeth snapping together just inches from my face. I wrestled with the dog for what felt like a life time before I brought my good leg up, placed it under the dog, and shoved back sending the dog sailing backwards. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I didn't have to look over to know that it was Dean. I took two steps forward before starting to crumple but Dean caught me and helped me the last ways to the Impala. We ended up meeting Sam who came running from the other direction. Dean tossed him the keys and shoved me into the front that I was between him and Sam, whom started the Impala and pulled away leaving the Dogs chasing the tail lights.