Chapter five. I hope you guys enjoy it :D
A final mighty roar resounded around the woods and Dean leant over Sam to cautiously peek around the tree. The sight that met him was inconceivable. He saw the large posterior of the bear running away and a wolfish shaped animal standing tall with pride. Watching the gigantic predator flee. Twisting, one of the dog's ears swivelled back towards Dean and it craned its fluffy head round to glare at Dean over its shoulder. Gulping Dean quickly pulled back behind the tree.
"Well?" Sam questioned curiously his voice a mere whisper against the tense atmosphere.
"Well what?" Dean snapped in response and Sam rolled his eyes momentarily.
"What happened? Is the bear still there?"
"Uh. No." Dean replied bluntly his eyes darting around. Sam stared at his brother with confusion.
"Then why are we still hiding?"
"Gee. I don't know Sam. Let's ask the mother fucking wolf that is still out there."
"What! Did you just say? Wolf!" Sam squeaked incredulously. "You mean to say a wolf fended off a bear?" Dean looked at his brother with agitation.
"You see. It even sounds stupid when you say it."
Meanwhile the wolf had crept forward and was watching the brothers with a deep, guarded curiosity. Its eyes glinted and it licked its mouth with its long tongue. It wanted to move closer to the Winchesters, but something made the creature hesitant. How could it trust these strangers? And what had compelled it to protect them in the first place?
"What do you propose we do then Dean?" Sam asked his voice was weary and his forehead was sticky from previous sweat.
Dean regarded his brother with hard eyes. Surely he didn't need to spell it out for him?
"I am going to invite it to a frigging tea party. What the hell do you think I am going to do Sam? I am going to put a bullet through that creepy mutt before it rips us to shreds." Sam was about to protest however he caught Dean's frightened eye.
Slowly Sam turned his head and almost rubbed noses with that of the wolf. At least it certainly looked like a wolf, but Sam could not be so sure. The area they were in was shadowy and all of the light had virtually been expelled by the dense oak trees.
The creature just stared at Sam with its dark coloured eyes. They seemed to almost resemble a demons; black and soulless yet there was a gleam in them. Sam swore he could see flecks of brown and looking into those eyes he saw a kind of hidden intelligence. Whatever this thing was it definitely was not ordinary. However, did this mean it posed a threat?
"Hi there." Sam spoke awkwardly. Dean hissed,
"Sam are you actually speaking to it?"
Upon hearing Dean's loud tone the dog growled and lowered its head. Exposing sharp fangs that looked as if it could easily shred the flesh off of any supernatural being that existed in the entire world. Except spirits of course.
"Easy there. It's okay, were not going to hurt you." Sam raised his hands calmly to show the animal that they were no threat. The wolf seemed to blink at Sam and immediately stopped growling. It cocked its head to one side and sat down.
"The hell were not!" Dean grabbed his rifle from where he had flung it after he had pulled his brother to the safety of the oak tree.
Without hesitation Dean pointed the rifle at the dog and it instantly jumped up.
"Dean wait a moment! This dog, wolf, thing. Whatever it is. It just saved our lives man. Have a heart."
Dean did not even make eye-contact with his brother. His gaze remained locked on his 'enemy'.
"No thanks Sam. Having a heart means you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Being a hunter is tough, you know that. I am not taking any chances with this thing." Dean was about to pull the trigger and Sam was prepared. Without hesitation Sam tackled his brother to the ground and the shot rang loud missing its intended target. The bullet soared up into the air and vanished into the trees. The wolf barked and bounded off into the bushes.
"Nice going Dean. You scared it away!" Sam admonished his brother, who angrily pushed Sam's bulk off of his chest.
"Oh I'm sorry Sam. I didn't know you had a date with Death! What the hell are you playing at? That thing is now on the loose. Great job. Why on earth did you stop me?" Dean resisted the urge to punch his brother square on in the face as he waited for his brother to explain his idiotic actions.
"Mercy Dean. That thing saved us. Sure it looks like a wolf, but that doesn't necessarily make it pure evil or wild now does it? After all it could be a cross breed. Those kinds of things do exist in the natural world you know!" Dean laughed cynically and said sarcastically,
"Thank you for the lesson Mr Scientist. That was the biggest load of bull I have ever heard. Sam. I don't give a damn whether it was a cross breed or frigging God in disguise. It took on a grizzly bear and survived! That is not normal. And anything that is not classified as being normal in my book, means it must be evil. Or at least demonic in some way." Sam shook his head, but decided it would be best to remain silent on the matter.
"Let's just put this behind us and go back to the motel." Sam muttered and Dean managed to hold back his sharp retort.
Arriving back at the motel later that day (after reporting the suspected culprit of the mini massacre; the grizzly bear to the police). Sam and Dean were pretty much prepared to hit the sack. As soon as Dean's head hit the soft pillow he was out like a light.
However, Sam couldn't rest. His mind was spinning about the events that had unfolded. That semi-wild dog kept entering his thoughts. For some reason Sam kept picturing it accompanying them on cases and travelling from place to place in Dean's trusty impala.
Sam sighed and stretched his arm behind his head. Staring at the ceiling he began to concoct a plan. No matter what Dean's wishes were or what he would do when he found out. Sam was determined to make that dog a part of their torn family. One way or another.
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