Ready and waiting for season 9 to starts! Its official that bobby is coming back! As well as Gabriel (I never believed he was dead) and the ghostfacers! Yay!

Chapter five….

Three days later for the Hunters…

It was early evening when the hunters were digging a deep hole in a riverbank of the Mississippi. The book neglected to mention that the head would still be twitching a long time after it was cut off. The trio had searched the local pet stores as well as the shelters to see if someone had seen the snake. There was no luck there, but talking to the police confirmed that it was a Naga they were hunting. They kept their eyes open for someone of Asian descent, which was common enough that all four of the people they tailed had homes, businesses, and families. Surprisingly enough, it was Dean who had noticed the teenaged (but well developed) Indian girl, and tailed her to the woods where he lost her trail.

"India is a part of Asia too!" he argued with his brother at the motel the night before. "Yeah, it is." Sam agreed. But how do you know that? He wondered. He didn't say it out loud but his brother read his thoughts. He gave a big grin.

"Busty Asian Beauties has a semi-yearly section of Bombay badonka-donks."

He replied to the unspoken question without shame. They discussed the idea a few minutes later with Cas when he came into the room with dinner. It was agreed that they would all share a room, and that Cas would either lay down in bed with Dean or not be in the room. An agreement was made only once that if all three were sharing a room, Sam would NEVER walk in to find his brother getting busy with the angel. "If you wanna do it, get me my own room." He said. And it was agreed.

With the help of the angel, they followed the Naga back to her nest, sleeping. It would have been so easy if someone haven't stepped on a stick with a loud SNAP! The Naga was pretty while sleeping, but turned into something horrible when enraged. It was Sam who severed the head with a quick "shluck" while the other two were distracting it. They had a small safe to bury it in, but the book failed to mention how the body would be twitching long after it was dead and burning.

Now, all three were digging in the riverbank. As they only had two shovels, Sam and Dean took turns cleaning away the mud while Cas dug. It was early evening and the sun was setting. Sam watched the last of the sunlight turn the sky pink and orange. Other than the sounds of the river flowing, and Cas digging, he could only hear the soft breeze in the trees and bushes.

Cas popped out of the hole and tilted his head. "Do you hear something?" he asked Dean. The brothers both tried to listen but heard nothing. They shook their heads.

"I think I hear…a puppy." admitted the angel. "Out here?" asked the older Winchester.

"By itself?" asked Sam.

"I don't hear any people, but now I'm definitely sure I hear a puppy!" the angel pulled himself out of the muddy hole, getting himself very dirty in the proses.

"I think this hole is deep enough." He declared. "Drop the safe in and help me find the dog. We'll fill it in after." Dean shrugged and kicked the safe into the muddy pit. By now, the bothers heard the barking too. It was definitely a puppy by the high-pitched yips and yaps.(or one of those annoying toy dogs. Dean hoped it was a puppy. He hated those rat things.) The trio followed the sound downriver where they found a small box…ensnared in the branches of a fallen tree in the river. Sam could just catch a glimpse of the top of a red-brown furry head and paws as the pup tried to escape. The barks became more excited and frantic as the trio neared the fallen tree. The brothers looked at the tree, and at each other. Dean placed one fist on the flat palm of the other hand. Sam did the same. They shook their fists three times in succession before dean used scissors and Sam used rock. Dean flailed a little in silent outrage on how his brother (almost) always beat him in rock-paper-scissors. The Cas watched this exchange happen in silence, but when he saw dean take off his coat to walk on fallen tree, he placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"I'm lighter than you are. There's less of a chance of the tree breaking under me." He said. Dean nodded. Slightly relived that he didn't have to be the one to do it. Cas shed his trench coat, passing it to dean with a small nod. He rolled up his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants and slowly made his way down the fallen tree, where the puppy's barks became more fervent and excited. At one point on his small trek, Cas almost slipped on some moss, but regained his balance on a branch. The river was fast and deep, Cas had no intention of falling in, but moved a little faster when some floating debris hit the small box and started to move it from its place in the sunken branches. The tree groaned gently under his weight as he kneeled down to lift the pup from its makeshift boat. Just in time too! Not five seconds later a floating half tire knocks into the empty box, sending it spinning away from the braches. Puppy in his arms, Cas "flew" back to land. The puppy lay quiet and wet in his arms.

"Cute thing." Dean commented. At the sound of Dean's voice the thing went nuts and nearly squirmed itself out of Castiel's arms, barking like mad, straining to get to him. Castiel bent down as the pup wiggled its way out of his arms, it made a beeline for Dean and began to sniff his legs.

"Don't even think about using me for a bathroom." He warned. The puppy paid him no mind as it let out a low, gruff bark and then began to paw at his legs, begging and whining to be picked up. Because of his younger brother, Dean had built up an immunity to puppy dog eyes. He had to. But seeing them on a real puppy was different. As Dean internally debated on what he should do, Sam bent over and offered the young dog his hand to smell. The pup gave it a few sniffs, and let out the same low, gruff bark as before and rubbed itself against his hand. Sam gently picked up the puppy, cradling it against his chest. The pup licked his hands once or twice and relaxed entirely in his arms, nearly falling asleep. Sam examined the puppy as it relaxed in his arms. SHE didn't mind as he lifted her to check HER gender. She didn't look to be malnourished or dehydrated, there was a layer of dirt under her red brown coat.

"Who would put such a beautiful animal in a box down a river?" Castiel questioned, gently ruffling the pup's ears, which were a darker brown than her coat and floppy.

"Because humans suck." Dean stated plainly. "Let's finish this job and drop this little guy off at the shelter." Sam held the little dog closer.

"First of all, it's a girl, and second, the shelter is closed by now. Never mind the fact that it'll take at least an hour to finish covering the hole and getting back to our room. We can't just leave her here!" Castiel stood next to Sam. The two of them both pleaded silently with big eyes to let the puppy stay with them. Dean eyed the little bitch (A.N. hey, it's the right wording, and Dean didn't mean that badly) with disdain. He knew the longer they sent time with the dog, the harder it would be to let go. But damn it all if he didn't want to cuddle and rub the little puppy. He let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Fine. But first thing tomorrow, she's going to the shelter. Got it?" they both nodded and went back to the sleeping puppy. Since Cas dug the hole, the bothers were on re-filling duty. Cas sat inside the car, the puppy in his arms, dried off with an old blanket he found in the trunk. The sleeping puppy had woken when Sam passed her to the angel. With eyes at half-mast she had given him a sniff and settled back down, snuggling closer for body heat. He gently tucked her into one side of his cat and stroked her back gently with his free hand. He noticed the ridge on her back. "Perhaps it's a birthmark." He wondered. Cas wasn't all that educated in dog breeds, and even though he was more of a cat person, he had the same affinity for small, cute baby animals that most humans have. Mainly described as "ohmygosh SO CUTE!"

An hour later the trio were back on the hotel room. The puppy had awoken when dean unwrapped his double cheeseburger. She moved around on the bed they had placed her on. She was smart enough not to fall or jump off of the tall bed. But still she whined. Sam relented to the puppy eyes and gave her a good amount of the chicken from his salad, and Castiel donated half of his meat (where they were, they weren't quite sure WHAT meat it was, so it was just called meat.) patty to the hungry puppy. After that she was placed on the floor. They were all surprised when she actually used the newspapers that Dean had set out for her!

"This is one smart pup." Sam noted as he played with her on the floor, trailing one of the cheap motel towels on the floor and watching the puppy chase after it with gusto, ears flopping as she ran.

"Don't get too attached." Dean warned "We aren't keeping her." He reminded his brother. The reminder made Sam stop trailing the towel, and the puppy pounced at her prey. High-pitched puppy growls bubbled in her throat as she tore the towel with her jaws.

"Strong too." Cas noted. From on the bed, he was watching Sam play with the puppy, unsure of how one treats a young dog. Dean sighed loudly and folded the newspaper he was pretending to read. He was actually watching Sam play with the puppy too.

"Guys, we can't keep her! With the lifestyle we lead, how can we keep a pet?!" it was uncanny how at that moment the dog ignored the towel in her jaws and made her way over to dean. She got on her hind paws and leaned her front paws on his shin. She looked up at him with big, dark eyes and tilted her head in a doggy question. Dean leaned down and rubbed her chin. The pup's eyes closed in bliss, and relaxed, moving to the floor and rolling on to her back. When dean stopped scratching she whined, her big eyes begging for him to rub her little tummy. Dean couldn't resist. The others watched as he got off his chair and on his knees as he rubbed and tickled the puppy's tummy. The puppy wiggled and yipped in joy. They were lucky that the motel was mostly empty, or else someone would have contacted the owners about a dog.

Suddenly Dean stopped and stood up, the puppy looked up, confused by the sudden halt of the rubs.

"We can't keep her." He said. "Going out for a walk." He grumbled as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

The pup looked at the door for a few seconds after Dean left and turned to Sam, confused and a little sad.

"Don't take it personally." Sam assured the puppy as he rubbed her back.

"Dean doesn't like most animals." He said as he scooped her up into her arms. "But maybe we can make him change his mind about you." He cooed. The puppy yawned and closed her eyes in his arms. Sam looked at the angel on the bed.

"You want her and I want her. It's two against one. I think we can convince Dean to keep her if we do the right things." He said giving the puppy a long stroke down its ridged back. The angel nodded.

"I'll get warm doughnuts and coffee in the morning." He said. "good idea. I'll offer to do his laundry for two months." The angel gave him a look. Sam looked right back at him. "once he knows someone else is doing his laundry his stuff gets extra gross. Two months is enough." Both pairs of eyes traveled to the pup who had let out a whimper in her sleep.

"ssshhhhh." Sam whispered. "I gotcha. We gotcha."