All Dogs Go to Heaven Part 1

Sam and Angela were eating at an outdoor table. Dean was standing nearby, talking on his cellphone and holding a plate of ribs.

"I know, Bobby, but there's got to be another way." Dean sighed. "I don't know. Keep digging. I mean, if Crowley thinks we're just gonna—

Crowley suddenly appeared behind Dean. "Crowley thinks you're just gonna what, Dean?" he raised a brow. "Is that Bobby Singer? Give him a kiss for me."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'll call you back." He told Bobby before he hung up.

"Good news!" Crowley exclaimed. "I've got a job for you." He said as he pulled out the chair next to Sam. He turned it around and sat on it backwards. Dean sat next to Angela and Sam.

"I'm gonna say this once," Dean replied. "You can take your job and shove it up your ass."

Crowley scoffed. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

"You're not our boss, dickbag." Dean snarled.

"Dean, Dean. Been through this." Crowley reprimanded. "Quit clutching your pearls. You and Angela have been working for me for some time now. Sam here, longer."

"We didn't know." Sam glared.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Like that makes a difference to you." He replied. "You'd sell your brother and Angela for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda."

Dean looked pained and Angela looked at her shoes, not wanting to show the hurt on her face.

"Look, I'm sending you—

"No." Angela looked up, cutting Crowley off.

"Beg pardon?" Crowley asked.

"We've done some shady stuff in my time, but we are not doing this," Angela said. "No."

"Ten quid says you will, sweetheart." Crowley challenged. He touched the back of Sam's hand. Sam yelled and his hand sizzled. A burn spread on Sam's hand and Sam gasped in pain.

Angela clenched her jaw. "Crowley—

"You like pain, Sam? You like hell?" he asked before turning to Angela and Dean. "You need to stop thinking of this as some kind of deal. This is a hostage situation. I own Sam! Do you understand me?" he asked. He snapped his fingers and the burn on Sam's hand disappeared. "Come on, Angela, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive—you bag me a live alpha, and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back, with a cherry on top."

"What, alpha vamp not good enough for you?" Sam asked.

"Best mind where you poke your nose if you want to keep it," Crowley warned. "Your merry little hike up the food chain starts here." He added as he put a newspaper down on the table. "Businessman found dead in his car—chest ripped out, heart missing." Crowley continued. "Sounds like?"

Sam picked up the newspaper. The headline read 'Businessman Falls Victim to Animal Attack'. "Werewolf." He said.

"No, it's not a full moon." Dean shook his head.

"Werewolves turning on the full moon—so '09," Crowley replied.

"He's right." Sam nodded. "Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on the half-moon. Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess," Dean muttered.

"So, it's settled then," Crowley said. "You bag the howler, bring it home to papa. See you soon." He added before disappearing.

~/~\~

Dean was driving down a dark road.

"So, the vic's a real class act," Sam said. "Owned a bunch of slum-grade apartments. Couple houses, too."

"So this is it? This is—this is what you're gonna do?" Dean asked.

"What am I doing?" Sam frowned.

"Crowley," Dean replied obviously. "He's so far up our asses we're—we're—we're coughing sulfur, but you—you're just gonna work the case?"

Sam shrugged. "Well, he's got us by the short and curlies. What else are we supposed to do?"

"It's just…we're working for a demon now." Angela replied. "And I mean, we don't even know who you are. We just need some time to adjust, Sam."

"Look…this is a crap situation. I get it." Sam replied. "But, Angie, I'm still me—same melon, same memories. I—I like the same music. I still find you attractive, Angie."

"But you don't love me." She replied. "And the Sam I know and love…he loves me back." She added. "You've said it yourself, you've been sleeping with other women, and Sam…he wouldn't do that to me. Not after what happened with Ruby."

Sam sighed deeply. "Angie, I know you're hurting, and I wish I could genuinely comfort you in some way…" he replied. "And I know you and Dean don't trust me. But I'm going to prove it to you guys. I'm still Sam."

~/~\~

Someone zipped up a body bag. Dean, Sam, and Angela were in their FBI outfits. They walked past a coroner's vehicle toward a detective who was standing next to the body and two men who were ready to move it. The two men lifted the body and carried it away. Dean, Sam, and Angela flashed their IDs.

"How you doing?" Dean asked. "Agents Holt, Wilson, and Jackson."

"Feds?" the detective raised a brow.

"Yes, sir." Angela nodded.

"What are the Feds doing here?" the detective asked, confused.

"Oh, we're specialists," Sam replied. "They call us in to answer the questions of mouth-breathing dick monkeys."

Dean, Angela, and the detective looked at Sam. Angela cleared her throat and looked at the detective.

"I'm sorry about him." Angela apologized. "Would you mind walking us through this?"

The detective turned his attention towards Angela. "Dockworker. Guy on the morning shift found him—chest ripped wide open."

"Sam as the body in the car?" Dean asked.

The detective nodded. "Yeah. The second one in two days."

"Internal organs missing on both vics?" Sam asked. "Like their hearts?"

"Uh…looks like it, yeah." The detective replied, looking at his file. "How'd you know?"

"So, this guy, he—he have any enemies?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, plenty, but, uh, I don't think it was a wolf or possibly a cougar that had a beef with the guy." The detective replied. "You do realize these were animal attacks?"

"An animal out here." Dean scoffed. "What, you think it came for the sailing?"

~/~\~

Dean was asleep face down on one of the motel beds. On the other bed, Angela was sleeping on her side, her hair falling over her face slightly. Dean woke up and turned over. He looked at Sam who was dressed in a shirt and suit pants and was organizing papers at the table.

"Morning," Sam said.

"You didn't sleep," Dean said as he got up and moved toward Angela's bed. "Because you don't…sleep."

"Right." Sam nodded.

"Yeah. That's not creepy at all." Dean muttered, causing Sam to roll his eyes. Dean gently shook Angela. "Kid, wake up."

Angela groaned slightly. "Just a few more minutes…" she mumbled sleepily.

Dean sighed. "Angie, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way."

Angela opened one of her eyes to look at Dean. "You wouldn't dare."

"Do you wanna test that theory?" Dean asked. "Come on, Sam found something."

Angela groaned and sat up, running her hands through her hair. "What'd you find, Sam?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Alright. So, we know that werewolves are basically id gone wild, right?" Sam asked as Dean sat on the edge of his bed. "I mean, whoever they hate, they kill when they wolf out. So, I've been playing connect the victims."

"And?" Dean asked.

Sam put his paperwork into a briefcase. "And I think I found a common denominator. So come on." He tossed Dean and Angela their IDs. "Get the lead out, huh?"

"At least let us get dressed first, Robocop." Dean rolled his eyes.

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up and parked outside of a house. Sam got out carrying a gun, which he put into the back of his pants. Sam, Dean, and Angela walked to the house and knocked. A woman carrying a young boy answered.

"Yes, can I help you?" the woman asked.

Sam, Dean, and Angela showed their IDs.

"Is Cal Garrigan home?" Sam asked. "We've got a few questions we'd like to ask him."

The woman smiled. "Yeah. Um, come in."

~/~\~

The woman set the boy down in the kitchen and handed him a toy. A German Shepherd was lying on a dog bed.

"Honey, um, why don't you go play in your room for a little while, okay?" the woman asked the young boy as she cleared toys from the kitchen table. "Excuse the mess. Please sit."

The three hunters sat at the table.

"Um…can I get you three anything?" the woman asked.

"No, thank you." Angela smiled. "So, is Cal your boyfriend?"

"That's right." The woman nodded.

"And where is he?" Dean asked.

"Uh, sleeping, I think." The woman shrugged.

"You mind telling him up and at 'em?" Dean asked. "He's got some guests."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course." The woman replied as she started to leave the room. She stopped as Cal cleared his throat and entered, with a hand to his head. "Cal…" she trailed off.

The German Shepherd growled and started barking.

"Lucky, shh!" Cal hushed, earning a growl from the dog.

"These are Agents…" the woman trailed off.

"Holt, Wilson, and Jackson," Dean replied. "Morning…ish." He looked at Cal.

"Hey." Cal greeted. "What's this?"

"Were you out late last night, Cal?" Angela asked.

Cal poured himself some coffee and shrugged. "Just, uh, you know, a couple beers with friends."

"How many's a couple?" Angela pressed.

"I don't know," Cal replied. "Three, four tops."

"If all you had was beer, then how come you're sweating vodka?" Sam asked. "And looks to me like you slept in those clothes. Am I right?"

"I don't know." Cal shrugged. "I—I guess."

"So what you're saying is, you got blind drunk, you blacked out," Dean said. "Something tells me this isn't the first time."

"So, Cal, truthfully, who knows what you've really been up to at night?" Sam asked.

"Look, what's this about?" Cal asked defensively.

"We're investigating the death of Ronald Garrigan," Angela answered.

"My brother?" Cal frowned. He looked at the woman who just shrugged.

"Sorry for your loss," Dean replied.

"Yeah, I thought that was some kind of animal attack," Cal said.

"No love lost between the two of you, huh?" Sam asked.

"Look, we had our differences, I guess." Cal shrugged. "You love your brother, of course, but…Ron had a lot of problems. He was, uh, volatile."

"Last time he was here, you called the cops?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, look, he came in here all messed up, and he was yelling," Cal explained. "He shoved Mandy. So, yeah, I called the cops. I don't see how this has to do with—

"Your landlord was found dead this week," Sam said. "Were you aware of that?"

"Saw it in the papers," Cal replied. "Why?"

"Well, you two were pretty far behind on your rent, right?" Sam asked. "He had sent eviction papers?"

"I—I'm sorry." Mandy cut in. "That was an animal attack."

"Funny enough, yeah—both of 'em were," Sam replied, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"So, great, great," Cal said. "What in the hell do you think I had to do with 'em?"

"Just following procedure. Had to ask." Angela replied. "You two have a good day."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked towards the Impala.

"So, Cal's a prince," Sam said.

"Yeah, doesn't even know where he was last night." Dean scoffed.

"Bag him now?" Sam suggested.

"No." Angela shook her head.

"Angie's right, we gotta make sure." Dean agreed.

"Really?" Sam raised a brow.

"Before we hand him over to a lifetime of demon rape?" Dean asked. "Yeah, really."

They got into the Impala and drove away.

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up and parked near a garage next to a fix-it business on the other side of the hedge. Men were arriving in their vehicles as the door to the garage rolled up. Someone turned on the lights to reveal that the garage was furnished like a bar.

"Boy, Cal just doesn't know when to quit." Sam scoffed.

"Three scuzzy bars, one scuzzy strip club, a chili-dog joint, seven or eight nightcaps, and now…scotches in the library." Dean shook his head. "I'm getting cirrhosis just watching this. Other than that, we got squat."

"Let's just see what happens." Angela sighed.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela were still watching the garage bar.

"Guys, the sun's up." Dean sighed.

Two men left the garage while others were sitting around the table.

"This guy's still on two legs." Dean continued. "In theory. He ain't wolfing out."

"Well, not tonight, anyway," Sam replied.

"Let's head back," Angela suggested. "We can re-attack this in a couple hours."

Dean nodded in agreement and started the Impala.

~/~\~

Cal's body was being zipped into a body bag on a wheeled stretcher. Dean, Sam, and Angela were in their FBI outfits.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that it's not Cal," Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Masterful deduction, Sherlock."

"I mean, a werewolf attack in daylight?" Angela raised a brow. "This whole thing is just weird."

"Dogs and cats living together—mass hysteria," Sam replied. "So, you guys know this means that we're down to one suspect, right?"

"We know," Angela replied.

"I mean, Mandy is right at the deep end of the vic pool." Sam continued. "Can you guys do it?"

"Do what?" Dean asked.

"Shove her in the trunk, serve her up to Crowley," Sam explained.

Dean sighed and glanced at Angela. "Yeah, Sam, we can do it."

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela walked across the streets toward Mandy.

"Ma'am," Angela said.

"Agents." Mandy greeted. "What are you doing here?"

Angela frowned. "Nobody called you?"

"Called me about what?" Mandy asked, confused.

~/~\~

Lucky was on a dog bed next to the kitchen table. Dean, Sam, Angela, and Mandy were seated at the table.

"I'm sorry," Mandy said. "I…I just can't believe it."

"We're really very sorry," Dean replied sincerely.

"Ma'am, I know this isn't the best time, but we'd like you to come with us," Sam said.

Mandy looked at Sam, confused. "Why? You think I have something to do with this? With Cal?"

"Of course not," Angela assured. "We just have a few questions—i's and t's, mostly."

"I, uh…could we do it later?" Mandy asked.

"I'm afraid not," Sam replied.

Mandy looked at Sam, who stared back unmoved. "Oh." She replied. "Uh—uh, my kid has the flu, um, and he was up all night, so—

"Well, is there a neighbor or a friend who can watch him while you're gone?" Sam interrupted.

"I'm sorry." Angela cut in. "You said your son was up all night?"

"Uh, yeah." Mandy shrugged.

Dean quickly caught on to Angela was getting at. "Were you with him all night?" he asked.

"Um—uh—well, I had, um, half an hour of sleep, maybe," Mandy replied.

"Can we talk to your son?" Angela asked.

"Why?" Mandy frowned.

Sam narrowed his eyes at Angela. "Yeah, what difference does that make, Agent Jackson?"

"Trust me. It's important." Angela told Sam before she turned back to Mandy. "Please?"

~/~\~

The three hunters were walking towards the Impala.

"Well, it wasn't her," Angela said.

"You don't know that." Sam scoffed.

"She's got an alibi, dude," Dean replied.

"She's lying." Sam shrugged.

"You heard the kid, Sam," Angela replied. "She's not lying."

"Fine," Sam replied. "She still had time to wolf out. The last werewolf we hunted was in bed, with me, and she wolfed out."

"Don't make this personal." Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, all we're saying is that between this and the daylight attacks, something's not adding up."

"Dean's right." Angela nodded. "We're not just gonna hand her over to Crowley until we figure out what. You understand?"

Sam clenched his jaw slightly and sighed. "Okay. Okay. I understand." He conceded. "How 'bout you guys go check out Cal's crime scene, see if we're missing anything. I'll come back and keep an eye on Amanda."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean shook his head. "No, how 'bout you go and Angie and I will stay here?"

"Dean, I still know how to do my job," Sam argued. "I'm just gonna watch her. That's all. Trust me." Sam added before he got into the car.

"Uh-huh. Right." Angela muttered.

~/~\~

Sam was leaning against the playground equipment, watching the house. He saw Lucky's head through the window. Lucky lowered his head and disappeared from sight. A naked man straightened up in the spot where Lucky was and stretched. Sam grabbed his binoculars as the man walked out of the room. Sam cocked his gun. The man reappeared, wearing clothes. He left the house and crossed the street to the park. He stopped, sniffed the air, and looked around before continuing across the park. Sam watched from behind a wall. The man swung himself over a fence as Sam pointed his gun at him. The man walked up to a larger man who was waiting under a tree. Sam lowered his gun. The larger man gestured forcefully as he talked to Lucky, then walked away. Sam raised his gun again as Lucky walked slowly back across the park. He stopped to sniff the air again and looked in Sam's direction. Sam flattened himself against the wall and stayed still. Lucky took off running across the park and Sam followed. Lucky swung over a fence, then reached for his jacket. In dog form, Lucky ran along the path. Sam stopped to pick up the discarded clothes before continuing the chase. Lucky ran into the street and suddenly a station wagon braked hard and stopped.

Sam paused, gun drawn, near the street and heard the people from the station wagon.

"It's okay." A man said.

"It's okay." A woman repeated.

The man lifted Lucky into the station wagon. "It'll be okay, boy."

Sam ran towards the street.

"Oh…" the woman sighed. "We gotta find a vet."

The man got into the driver's seat of the station wagon.

"Hurry, hurry!" the woman exclaimed.

Sam paused at the edge of the street and put his gun in the back of his jeans. "Hey!" he yelled. He ran towards the station wagon, waving his arms. "Wait, wait, wait! Wait, wait! Mister!" he yelled. "Hey, mister, wait! That's my dog!" he tried as the station wagon drove away. "That's my dog." Sam sighed.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Sorry for not posting for a few days, I was working all weekend and I was absolutely exhausted. We'll probably be about halfway through the entire installment this week, which is crazy. Don't forget to leave a review, your feedback is so, so important! Love you guys.

~Emily