You three were enjoying lunch at a diner while Sam was working on his laptop. "So much for our low profile. You got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Feds' database." Sam warned Dean.
"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." Dean smirked.
"Yeah, not exactly a good thing." You scoffed as you ate a few fries.
"Y/N's right, it makes the job harder. We got to be more careful now." Sam agreed with you.
"Well, what do they got onyou?" Dean asked Sam.
"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam mumbled as he typed away on his computer.
"Wait, no accessory, nothing?" Dean questioned.
"Shut up." Sam grumbled.
"You're jealous." Dean chuckled while he took a bite of his burger.
"No, I'm not!" Sam scoffed.
"Uh-huh." Dean nodded.
"Anyways, do you have anything on that case we were looking at?" You asked Sam.
""Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home-a condominium he designed."" Sam read from his papers.
"Build a high-rise and jump off-that's classy." Dean mumbled with a mouth full of food.
"When did he call animal control?" You asked Sam.
"Two days earlier." Sam answered.
"Did he actually say "black dog"?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. ""Vicious, wild, black dog." The authorities couldn't find it, and no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls. He doesn't show up for work. Two days later, he takes a swan dive."
"You think we're dealing with an actual black dog?" Dean wondered.
"Well, maybe." Sam mumbled.
"Okay, what is this black dog you two keep mentioning?" You asked as you looked between them.
"Well, the lore is pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty..." Sam explained.
"Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg." Dean commented as you and him looked at some images of the supposed black dog. "Look at that one." Dean flipped the picture around to show Sam. Sam just gave him a "really" look. "What? They could."
So you three went to the condominium Sean lived at to investigate."So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam asked the man.
"That's right." He nodded. "Now, one more time, this is for..."
"A tribute for Mr. Boyden-Architectural Digest." Dean answered as the man chuckled. "Funny to you?"
"No, it-It's just a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind, but he gets another tribute." The man scoffed.
"Yeah, any idea why he would do it?" You asked him.
"I have no clue. He lived a charmed life." The man shook his head.
"How so?" Sam wondered.
"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, uh...It wasn't always that way either." He explained.
"No?" Dean questioned.
"You want to know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago, he was working as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's, a complete dive." He shared.
"Right, so what changed?" You asked him.
"You got me. But overnight he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing-He starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like the level of Van Gogh and Mozart. It..." He continued to say.
"What?" Dean questioned.
"It's funny-true geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent, Why...Why just throw it away?" The man wondered.
Your next stop was the APA to check for any other reported black dog sights. You and Sam waited in the Impala while Dean went in and got the papers."So?" Sam asked Dean as Dean got into the car.
"The Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty-three. She kayaks...And they're real." Dean smirked.
"Did you even ask her about the black dogs?" You questioned.
"Of course, every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or doglike. There's nineteen calls in all, and, uh, I don't know what this is." Dean shared as he showed you guys a sticky-note.
"You mean, Carly's Myspace address?" Sam scoffed.
"Yeah, Myspace-What the hell is that?" Dean questioned. You and Sam just chuckled. "Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?"
You guys spent the next couple of hours checking how the complaints called in, but so far they were all dead ends. "I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard..." Dean grumbled as a lady answered the door. "Afternoon, ma'am. Uh, animal control."
"Oh, someone already came yesterday." The lady told you.
"Oh, we're just following up. We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Perlman." Sam said. The lady led you inside to explain things to you.
"The doctor, well, she-I don't know exactly when she'll be back. She left two days ago." She shared.
"Okay, and you are?" You asked her.
"I'm Miss Perlman's maid." She introduced herself.
"So, where did the doctor go?" Dean asked her.
"I'm not sure, she just packed and went. She didn't say where." She replied. "That stray dog, did you find it finally?"
"Uh, not yet." Sam shook his head. "You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?"
"Well, no. I never even heard it." She remarked. "I was almost starting to think the doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so..."
"You know, I read that she was the chief surgeon at the hospital." Dean commented as he looked at a few framed pictures on the table. "So, she's got to be, what, forty-two, forty-three? That's pretty young for that job."
"Youngest in the history of the place." She smiled. "She got the position ten years ago."
"Huh, an overnight success, ten years ago." Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, we know a guy like that." You mused as you three looked at each other.
"Oh, look at this." Dean showed you and Sam a picture of you assumed to be Dr. Perlman at a bar with some friends., then he showed you the back. "Lloyd's bar."
After leaving Dr. Perlman's house you three went to Lloyd's bar it just happened to be right on the corner of a crossroads. As you three got out of the car and walked towards the bar you noticed there were dead plants everywhere except on each corner of the intersection, there were yellow flowers planted."Hey guys, these flowers look weird to you two?" You asked as you pointed towards the flowers.
"Hm, think someone planted them?" Dean wondered as he examined some.
"In the middle of all these weeds?" Sam questioned.
"These are, uh, what do you call them?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yarrow flowers?" Sam replied.
"Yeah. Used for certain rituals, aren't they?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, actually, summoning rituals." Sam nodded.
"So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago, right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's." Dean began.
"Where there just happens to be a crossroads." Sam went on.
"Oh, I've got a bad feeling." You mumbled.
"You think?" Sam wondered.
"Let's find out." Dean decided as he walked to the center of the intersection. "Seem about the dead center to you?" Dean grabbed a shovel from the trunk and dug until he hit something metal. "Yahtzee." He pulled a tin box out of the hole. It had some bones, dark powder, and someone's photo in there.
"I'd be willing to bet that's gravyard dirt." Sam figured as he grabbed the bottle. "And a black cat bone."
"That's serious spellwork. I mean, that's deep south Hoodoo stuff." Dean commented as he looked around.
"Okay, will one of you explain what is going on?" You asked, confused as you looked between them.
"Well, it's simple Sean Boyden and Sylvia Perlman both made a deal with a demon and now they have to pay the price." Dean explained. "Crossroads are where pacts are made. And you know, 'cause that always ends good." Dean growled sarcastically.
"They're seeing dogs, all right...but not black dogs. They're seeing Hellhounds-demonic pit bulls." Sam added.
"Whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting." Dean continued. "And that doctor lady, wherever she's running, she ain't running fast enough."
"So, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right?" Sam wondered. "I mean, "selling your soul at the crossroads" kind of deal?"
"Except that wasn't a legend. You know his music." Dean told Sam, but Sam just shrugged. "You don't know Robert Johnson songs? Sam, there's occult references all over his lyrics. I mean, "Cross Road Blues," "Me and the Devil Blues," "Hellhound on my trail?" Story goes that he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating and muttering about big, evil dogs."
"So, now it's happening all over again." You stated.
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"We got to find out if anyone else struck any bargains." Sam decided.
"Right, so, we got to clean up these people's mess for them?" Dean growled. "I mean, they're not exactly squeaky-clean." Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play "let's make a deal.""
"So, what, we should just leave them to die?" Sam questioned.
"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in to try to save them?" Dean asked Sam. It was a tough decision, they did choose to make a deal with a demon, but you would feel if you could have saved them.
"Dean..." Sam began.
"All right...fine." Dean sighed. "Rituals like this, you got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned the thing. Let's see if anyone inside knows him...If he's still alive." Dean suggested as he walked towards the bar.
Once you found out who he was and where he lived Dean drove over to his address."What's this guy's name, again?" Sam asked Dean as you three walked up the stairs.
"George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. This house probably ain't up next on "MTV cribs," is it?" Dean remarked as he looked around.
"You're right, you'd think someone who made a deal with a demon would be living it up." You commented as you followed them upstairs.
"Yeah, so, whatever kind of deal he made..." Sam started to say.
"Wasn't for cash. Ah, who knows?" Dean shrugged. "Maybe his place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis." Dean winked as Sam just sighed at him. "I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun." You guys finally made it to the fourth floor where George lived.
"Look at that." Sam pointed out as you three stood in front of his door.
"What is that, pepper?" Dean wondered as he stiff some in his hand as the door suddenly opened.
"Who the hell are you?" An older man you assumed to be George asked as he cautiously looked between you three.
"George Darrow?" Dean asked him.
"I'm not buying anything." George stated as he started to close the door.
"Whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker, there. Usually, when you want to keep something evil out, you go for the salt." Dean commented.
"I don't know what you're talking about." George denied.
"Talking about this." Dean showed George the photo you guys took from the box at the crossroads. "Tell me...you seen that Hellhound yet?"
"Look, we want to help. Please, just five minutes." Sam begged George. George allowed you guys five minutes to explain yourselves. As you looked around his apartment there was clutter everywhere, and he had paintings scattered across the room. "So, what is that stuff out front?"
"Goofer Dust." George stated. "What, you kids think you know something about something, but not goofer dust?" He questioned as he tossed a cloth bag to Dean.
"Well, we know a little about a lot of things, just enough to make us dangerous." Dean retorted as he looked at the bag.
"What is it?" You asked George.
"Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons." George answered.
"Demons, we know." Dean nodded.
"Well, then, keep it. Maybe it'll do you some good. Four minutes left." George reminded you guys as he walked across the room.
"Mr. Darrow...we know you're in trouble." Sam began.
"Yeah, that you got yourself into." Dean muttered.
"But it's not hopeless, all right? There's got to be something we can do." Sam offered.
"Listen, I get that you kids want to help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got to lie down in it." George expressed as he sat down in his recliner. "I'm the one called that demon in the first place."
"What'd you do it for?" You asked him.
"I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just..." George sighed. "I just never thought about the price."
"Was it worth it?" Dean asked him.
"Hell, no. Course, I asked for talent. Should have gone for fame. I'm still broke...and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want. But, that wasn't the worst." George paused for a second.
"Go on." Sam urged him.
"Demon didn't leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done, the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week, just chatting making more deals. I tried to warn folks, but who gonna listen to an old drunk?" George wondered.
"How many others are there?" Sam asked him.
"Uh, this architect, a doctor lady. I kept up with them. They been in the papers. At least they got famous." George sighed.
"Who else, George? Come on, think." Dean told him.
"Oh, one more." George nodded. "Uh, nice guy, too. Hudson-Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for."
"No. No, there's got to be a way." Sam denied.
"You don't get it. I don't want a way." George argued.
"Look, you don't-" Sam began.
"Look, I called that thing! I brought it on myself! I brought it on them. I'm going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold him off till then, buy a little time." George explained. "Okay, kids, time you went. Go help somebody that wants help."
"We can't just-" Sam tried to say.
"Get out!" George shouted. "I got work to do."
"You don't really want to die." Sam disagreed.
"I don't?" George questioned. "I'm tired."
You three left George to his work to figure out your next move. Your only hope now was to find Evan Hudson before the Hellhound got him too. By the time you found out where Evan Hudson lived it was already past dark. You followed Sam and Dean up the porch as Dean knocked on the door. A middle-aged man quickly answered it."Yes?" He asked as he looked between you three.
"Evan Hudson?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah." Evan nodded.
"You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's?" Dean questioned. "Would have been about ten years ago." Evan quickly slammed the door shut.
"Come on, we're not demons." Dean shouted.
"Any other bright ideas?" Sam mocked Dean. Then Dean kicked the door open and you guys went to find Evan. You guys found a pair of double doors where Evan probably went. Dean was about to break it down when you and Sam stopped him. You tried the door handle and it opened right up.
"Evan?" You called as you walked into the room first.
"Please! Don't hurt me." Evan begged as he put his hands up.
"It's okay we're not here to hurt you. Actually we're here to save you." You expressed.
"We know all about the genius deal you made." Dean commented.
"What? How?" Evan questioned.
"Doesn't matter." Sam stated. "All that matters is we're trying to stop it."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Evan asked you.
"Well, you don't, but you're kind of running low on options, there, buddy boy." Dean retorted.
"C-can you stop it?" Evan asked you three.
"Don't know. We'll try." Sam spoke honestly.
"I don't want to die." Evan cried.
"Of course you don't, not now." Dean nodded.
"Dean, stop." Sam told Dean.
"What'd you ask for, anyway, Ev, huh?" Dean asked him. "Never need viagra, bowl a perfect game, what?"
"My wife." Evan answered.
"Right, getting the girl. That's worth a trip to hell for." Dean chuckled.
"Dean, don't be so insensitive." You growled at him.
"No. He's right. I made the deal." Evan admitted. "Nobody twisted my arm. That, uh, woman, or whatever she was, at the bar, she said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts, at first, but...I don't know. I was-I was desperate."
"Desperate?" Sam questioned.
"Julie was dying." Evan revealed.
"You did it to save her?" Dean asked him.
"She had cancer. They had stopped treatment. They were moving her into hospice. They kept saying, "matter of days." So, yeah, I made the deal...and I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot."
"Did you ever think about her in all this?" Dean questioned.
"I did this for her." Evan spat.
"You sure about that?" Dean asked him. "I think you did it for yourself...So you wouldn't have to live without her. But, guess what, she's gonna have to live withoutyounow. What if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How'd you think she'd feel?"
"Okay, that's enough." Sam told Dean. "Evan, sit tight, all right? We're gonna figure this out." You three went into the hallway to discuss how to proceed.
"You okay?" You asked Dean.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dean wondered. "Hey, I got an idea. You two throw George's hoodoo at that hellhound, and keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon."
"Summon-are you nuts?" Sam questioned.
"Maybe a little." Dean admitted. "But I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent."
"Yeah, but how much time?" You asked Dean.
"I don't know. Awhile." Dean shrugged. "It's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine."
"No. No way." Sam disagreed.
"Not allowed to say no, Sammy, unless you got a better idea." Dean argued.
"Dean, you can forget it, all right?" Sam stated. "I'm not letting you summon that demon."
"Why not?" Dean asked Sam.
"Because I don't like where your head is at right now." Sam admitted.
"What are you talking about?" Dean scoffed.
"You've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why." Sam retorted.
"We don't have time for this." Dean spat as he started to leave.
"Dad. You think maybe Dad made one of these deals, huh? Hell, I've been thinking it." Sam pointed out.
"I was wondering about it too, since we started this case." You admitted.
"See, I'm sure you've been thinking it, too." Sam figured.
"It fits, doesn't it?" Dean wondered. "I'm alive, Dad's dead. Yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul."
"Hey, guys, I think I hear it! It's outside!" Evan called from his office.
"Just keep him alive, okay?" Dean asked you guys.
"Dean?" Sam cried.
"Go!" Dean shouted as he started walking away.
"You better not do anything stupid, or we'll be pissed!" You yelled after him. While Sam poured the Goofer dust around the room You stayed close to Evan to keep him safe.
"What is that stuff?" Evan asked you two.
"Goofer dust." Sam answered as he made a circle of it around Evan.
"Are you serious?" questioned.
"Yeah. Afraid so." You mumbled.
"Look, believe us, don't believe us-whatever you want. Just whatever you do, stay inside this circle, all right?" Sam warned him. "That's the last of it." Sam muttered as he tossed the empty bag. Suddenly Evan spun around as if he heard something.
"What is it?" You asked him.
"You guys hear that?" He asked you.
"No. Where?" Sam asked him.
"Right outside the door." Evan cried as he looked at the door. You and Sam didn't hear anything, but you did see the door shake so you both stepped in the circle next to Evan.
"Just don't move, all right? Stay where you are." Sam warned Evan. The door stopped shaking and everything became eerily quiet.
"Can you still hear it?" You asked Evan.
"No." Evan whispered. "Is it over?" You watched as the vent busted open. "It's here! Can't you see it!"
"No. Stay inside the circle!" Sam shouted as you and him tried to keep Evan inside the circle the best you could. You only knew the hound was there are the claw marks it made in the floor, but it couldn't get past the Goofer dust.
"Come on, Dean." You prayed. Suddenly air started blowing threw the vent causing the Goofer dust to get blown away.
"Circle's broken! Come on!" Sam shouted as you three ran out of the room. Evan led you two to a closet where you and Sam tried to hold the door shut. You could feel the hound pounding on the door to break it down. Suddenly everything got quiet again, you all were breathing heavily from what you just were through. Once Dean came back and told you guys that Evan was safe you said your goodbyes and got back on the road.
Dean was speeding through the night, and you could tell something was off. The demon must have told him something about John, but you weren't sure how to bring it up. So you just sat quietly in the backseat."Demons lie all the time, right?" Sam finally spoke up. "Maybe she was lying."
"Come on. Is that really what you think?" Dean growled. "How could he do it?"
"He did it for you." Sam mumbled.
"Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that?" Dean questioned.
"I wish I had an answer for you, but I just don't know." You muttered.
"You know, the thought of him, wherever he is right now...I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son of a b*tch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy, you know? Not bargaining with the d*mn thing. Not this." Dean went on.
"How many people do you think Dad saved total?" Sam wondered.
"That's not the point, Sam." Dean huffed.
"Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us." Sam pointed out. "That's his legacy, Dean. Now, we're still here, man, so we got keep going. For him. Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean responded.
"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't...I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?" Sam asked Dean. Dean didn't answer he just turned on the radio and cranked up the volume which gave you and Sam his answer.
SOON...
"I swear it's not in me. It's not in me, I swear." The boy cried as Dean aimed his pistol at the boy's head...
"We're all gonna die." The blonde lady cried...
"I've got no choice." Dean stated as he was about to pull the trigger.
"Stop!" The boy screamed as Dean fired his gun...
"Now, Dean, They say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen warned Dean over the phone...
"Hands where I can see 'em!" A man shouted as he aimed his shotgun at you three in the Impala...
"A demonic virus?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare" Sam corrected...
"I feel like Chuck Heston in "The Omega Man." Dean growled...
"No matter what happens I will protect you." Dean promised you...
"They're infected, not me!" The woman sobbed. "You've known me all your life!"
"Please let's just go." The blonde woman begged.
"No we can't, 'cause those things are everywhere." Dean stated...
"She bled on her." The man pointed out. "She's got the virus."
Suddenly the two men grabbed a hold of you and started to drag you away."I'm not infected I promise you that!" You cried as you struggled against them.
"Y/N!" Dean and Sam yelled.
"D*mn it! Sam! Dean!" You screamed with tears running down your face...
"She needs to die." The man warned Dean.
"You want to kill her you gotta go through me." Dean growled at the man. "If she dies then we are dying together..."
"I need a nationwide search." Sam told Ash.
"What am I looking for?" Ash asked.
"Psychics, like-as many as possible." Sam told Ash...
"Right before Dad died, he told me something. He told me something about you." Dean began.
"Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asked Dean...
"Welcome home Y/N!" Your parents smiled as they reached to hug you.
"This isn't real I need to go back, right now!" You cried as you aimed the gun at your temple...
"This new case we got is in Ravenna, Ohio apparently weird things keep happening in the house and a few workers were found dead." Sam shared as he looked at his laptop...
"The last family that lived there was slaughtered, and the oldest daughter went missing." Dean explained...
You froze as you stared up at your old house, while Sam and Dean walked inside...
"That oldest daughter was me." You admitted...
"If my family is haunting that house it's up to me to take care of it." You decided...
Sam and Dean stepped out of the house ahead, as you tried to follow them the door slammed in your face. "Y/N!" You heard Sam and Dean call from the other side...
"You abandoned us! Why!? Why didn't you die with us!? You should have died alongside us!" Sarah screamed as the flame began to surround you and her blocking your exit...
As you and Sam walked away from Jake you saw Dean and Bobby in the distance running towards you. You smiled as you watched Sam walk towards Dean. Suddenly something inside you told you to save Sam. So, you quickly shoved him forward as hard as you could as you felt a stake pierce you through your chest...
"Y/N!" You heard multiple voices screaming out to you, but due to the shock and pain you couldn't make them out. Through your blurred vision you saw Dean running towards you.
"No! No! No!" You could hear Dean desperately cry repeatedly as he held you against him then everything went black...
