Bobby returned to the animal shelter to see if he could uncover any clues to who the witch in town was.
When he entered the building the secretary waved at him. "Back for an update?"
Bobby nodded.
"Three more dogs were brought in," the secretary said. "The owners were afraid they'd attack them but the dogs aren't showing any signs of aggressiveness. Paranoia is starting to get to even people who consider their pets like family."
"We're trying to solve this mystery as quickly as we can," Bobby told her. "Can I speak with Dr. Hart?"
"He's in his office," the secretary replied.
Bobby headed down the hall and past the caged dogs. It was quite noisy now with how many dogs were there.
As he approached the office, he paused as he heard the doctor yelling, "Get out of here!"
"We're taking the dogs," an unfamiliar voice said.
"Not happening!" Dr. Hart shouted.
There were a couple barks and two pit bulls shot out of the room.
Bobby pulled out his handgun and pointed it as he turned to look into the office.
Dr. Hart, a thirty-something year old Caucasian man, was standing behind his desk. He raised his hands when he noticed Bobby's gun.
"It's you," Bobby said.
"How'd you guess?" Dr. Hart asked sarcastically.
"Why are you doing this?" Bobby quizzed.
"Dogs shouldn't be pets," Dr. Hart told him.
Bobby stared at him. "So having them kill people and condemning them to death is better?"
"No, I'm going to set them free," Dr. Hart explained. "No people, no one to kill them."
"You've lost your marbles son," Bobby said.
"Maybe," Dr. Hart shrugged. "Now, what are you here for?"
"I think you know," Bobby answered.
"Your two friends," Dr. Hart guessed. "Don't like their canines?"
Bobby huffed. "Clever. Now turn them back."
"I'm not going to turn them back," Dr. Hart told him. "I'm going to release them and they're going to help finish this town."
"You forget I have a gun on you," Bobby reminded him.
Dr. Hart smirked. "You forget witches don't always work alone."
Bobby felt something hit the back of his head and he was knocked out.
As he fell, Dr. Hart and the secretary behind Bobby watched.
Dr. Hart looked up at the secretary's face. "It's time to release the dogs."
She nodded.
The secretary began opening the cages and Dr. Hart jogged over to the front door. He opened it and placed a rock in front of the door to keep it open.
Dogs of all sizes shot out of the building.
Dr. Hart grinned as he watched them run out onto the streets.
Back at the motel Dean and Sam could hear the sound of dogs howling and barking in the distance.
Dean jumped up onto the motel table and pushed his head through the curtains to see outside. He couldn't see anything, but howled back and Sam barked anxiously.
They didn't have much of their human minds left, but human or dog, they sensed something big was going on.
Sam began scratching at the room's door and Dean turned to jump back off the table and join Sam.
They wanted out, and they'd do whatever it took.
Bobby woke to a pounding headache. He stood slowly, holding the doorframe to keep himself balanced.
Once on his feet he glanced around and realized he was completely alone. Dr. Hart and his sidekick were gone, and so were all the dogs.
"Balls," Bobby muttered.
He limped out of the shelter, passing by two bodies of employees that had been working there.
He quickly climbed into his car and drove back to the motel as fast as he could.