"You ok?" Dean asked. She nodded, still coughing as fresh oxygen made its way into her lungs.
"Ryse," she managed to spit out.
"Sam's on it," Dean said helping her stand up and led her backs towards the room. "I told you to get her inside, not take on a demon."
"Had to do something," Clara chuckled. "Looked like she needed a distraction."
"Leave the distracting to us," he replied as he watched her step over the gopher dirt. "Now stay here."
"Yes sir," she mock saluted with an eyeroll.
Dean rolled his own eyes and turned to go help Sam out. He looked around the parking lot and saw Sam get thrown by something invisible, "Son of a bitch, I hate hellhounds...Sammy!"
"I got it! Get Ryse!" Sam yelled. Dean grabbed the shot gun that was on the walk off the ground and hurried over to where Ryse was laying.
"Howdy Uncle Dean," Ryse greeted through gritted teeth as he helped her up.
"Thought you could take on a demon and a hellhound yourself?" he grumbled at her as he led her to the room.
"Wasn't expecting both," she grumbled. She looked over her wounded shoulder at where the hellhound was now pacing in front of Sam. She saw its muscles clench in its leg and after a split minute decision, teleported herself to knock her Uncle Sam out of the way, getting herself pinned down onto the ground in the process. She looked into the hounds eyes as it bared down on her.
"Dammit Ryse!" she heard Dean yell.
"Dean, no!" Ryse yelled when she saw him cock the shot gun. She felt the power in her fingers again and raised her free hand up to touch the hounds forehead, not knowing what was about to happen, just knowing she had to. A white light blazed and next thing she knew, the weight on her chest had lightened up and a wet tongue was licking up the side of her cheek. She smiled and pushed herself up gently, giving the hound a scratch behind the ear. "There, that's much better, ain't it boy?" Her Uncles approached carefully. "It's ok, he's nice now."
"What do you mean 'he's nice now'?" Dean snapped at her. "It's a friggin hellhound. Where is it?"
Ryse patted the hound on the head, "Right here. And like I said, he's nice now. Not gonna hurt anyone."
"Yea, ok," Dean said. She knew by his tone he didn't believe her. "And I'm Santa Claus."
Ryse rolled her eyes, "Remember when I said earlier about the hellhound I played with at the bunker?" Both brothers looked at her. She scratched the hounds head again, "This is him. I'm just solving all sorts of mysteries aren't I?"
"Dammit Ryse!" Dean cursed. She huffed at him. "There ain't any such thing as a tame hellhound! It's only a matter of time before that thing turns on us all!"
Sam put a hand on Dean to calm him down and turned to look at Ryse, "Ryse, what'd you do?"
She shrugged, grimacing as the bite marks in her shoulder flared slightly. She broke into her power store again and did a slight heal-job on the bite, at least healing the punctures themselves. She reached up to touch it, wincing slightly, and looked at her uncle Sam, "All I did was touch him. I don't know exactly what happened."
"But he's nice now? You're sure," Sam asked, still uncertain as Dean stomped off, muttering and cursing under his breath. Ryse nodded. "And you have no idea what happened?"
Ryse shook her head, "All I know is, my hands started tingling and something was telling me to put my hand on him. I don't know what it is I did because I've never done it before."
"Ok, so now what do we do with it?" Sam asked. Ryse had to hold in a giggle as she watched the hound lean forward and sniff at Sam's jacket. "What?"
"He's sniffing you." She watched him bump his head against Sam's hand, watching Sam jump. "He wants a pet."
"Ok," Sam said, disbelief evident in his voice, "This is a first...I'm petting a hellhound." Ryse giggled as Sam gave a few awkward pats. "What do we do with it?"
"I could send him back to the bunker," Ryse suggested. "That's where he normally is back in my time. He stays pretty much out of the way, doesn't bother anyone and feeds himself. I'd send him home, but home isn't home yet."
Sam gave her a weird look, "Ok then. I guess it's back to the bunker for now."
"I need a phone to let mom know," Ryse said as they walked back towards the room. "Otherwise, they might try to kill him."
"Wouldn't want that," Sam said still uncertain about the situation. Neither of them saw the dark form in the woods watching them as they entered the hotel room.
"Give me that," Meg said reaching across Castiel to take the phone from him. She put it up to her ear, "What's this now?"
"Put Cas back on," Dean grumbled into the other line.
"No can do," Meg said. "What's up sugar butt?"
"Your bundle of joy is making bad choices in who she's befriending," Dean huffed.
"Well, she likes you, and I've accepted that," Meg replied. "What's the problem Dean?"
"Ryse got a pet."
"And that constitutes a phone call to parents that aren't her parents yet?" Meg rolled her eyes. "Here I was, taking advantage of a practically empty hole in the ground-"
"It's a hellhound."
"What?" Meg snapped sitting forward on the couch.
"Uncle Dean let me talk to her!" she heard Ryse yelling. There was a scuffle and she heard a door open, Dean cursing and a snarl. "Hi mom!"
"Listen, kid, I've told you-"
"So I'm sending the hellhound back to the bunker."
"Whoa, no. You can't do that."
"No, it's ok. He's nice!"
"Kid, their ain't no such thing as a nice hellhound," Meg snarled. "Put it back where you got it."
"No."
"I'm not joking. You want me to pull the mom card, I'll pull the damn mom card. Don't you send that hellhound here!"
"I want to talk to dad."
Meg put the phone down on her shoulder, "If and when this kid is born, remind me she's getting her ass beat on a daily basis."
"Ryse befriended a hellhound?" Castiel asked having only heard part of the conversation.
"Apparently, and she wants to send it here."
"If she says it's-" Meg put a hand over his mouth and the phone back to her ear.
"No can do. Dad's not home. Do not send the hellhound here. It's going to be a beacon for any demon in the area about where the bunker is and I'd rather not deal with them."
"It's going to follow me home either way and the bunker is warded," Ryse argued. "Give Doug a chance."
"You named the damn thing!?"
"Well, yea. That's the name you said he had."
"I said no such thing," Meg growled.
Ryse huffed, "Do not make me go into the whole time-future explanation."
"Regardless," Meg said.
Ryse took a breath and let it out into the phone, "Unfortunately, you have no choice. Doug's coming home so he's there when I get back to my time. Really, you'll like him. I promise. See you soon! Kay, bye!"
Meg glared down at the phone and tossed it onto the table just as Kevin walked in, followed by the Doctor.
"That sounded like it went well," Castiel said as Meg harrumphed and threw herself back against the couch.
"What went well?" Kevin asked.
"Apparently Ryse is bringing home a pet," Castiel said as Meg grumbled next to him.
"Will they be back soon? The TARDIS is almost refueled," the Doctor said sitting down on one of the armchairs.
"She didn't say when, but yea, probably, "Meg grumbled. "With a hellhound who apparently is nice."
"What!?" Kevin snapped.
"I know. I'm right there with you."
"If Ryse says-"
"I'm sick of this 'if Ryse says' crap. She's a kid," Meg said cutting Castiel off and getting up. She glared at the males in the room. "I don't give a rat's ass what she says is supposed to happen. Not that I'm not grateful for my ass getting pulled back here, but why exactly do we need to know what's going to happen? I hate this fate crap. I hate the fact I can't make my own decisions because she tells me something has to happen."
"Which is exactly why I told her to be careful what she tells you all," the Doctor huffed rubbing his face. Meg rolled her eyes at him and stalked from the room. They watched her storm to the stairs and up to the bunker door to go outside. "Someone's grumpy."
"Do I go after her?" Castiel asked looking at Kevin and the Doctor.
"Don't ask me," Kevin said immediately leaving the room and going to his own.
"That my friend," the Doctor said swinging an arm over his shoulders, "Is a mystery that even the Time Lords haven't figured out."
"You're sure that was the demon we're dealing with?" Sam asked after Ryse had come back inside from her phone call.
"Yup," Ryse said. "He as much said so. I think he was looking for the angel that was following us."
"And why would a demon be following an angel?" Dean asked grumpily.
Ryse shrugged, "Beats me. He did mention Abbadon, but I don't think she'd send demons after angels. If memory serves, she's more worried about control over hell."
"Uh yea," Dean huffed. "Alright, since business here is taken care of, we can head back tonight or wait until morning. Normally Sammy and I just hit the road."
"Didn't you want to finish following up on the angel?" Ryse asked.
"I'd rather avoid them if possible," Dean said shooting a shifty glance to Sam. Ryse, noticing his glance, nodded in understanding.
"I'm sure the Doctor would rather us be back sooner than later," Clara added.
"Alright, it's in agreement then," Dean nodded. "Pack up."