The St. Louis Police Department had posted a picture of Dean's blue steel on their website.
"So much for our low profile," Sam grumbled. "You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database."
"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something," Dean grinned.
"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder. We gotta be more careful now."
"Well, what do they got on you? Or Ellie?"
"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet," Sam muttered.
"No accessory? Nothing?"
"Shut up."
"You're jealous," Dean laughed.
"No, I'm not!"
"Alright, ladies, break it up," I rolled my eyes. "Sam, what do you have on the case?"
Sam slammed his laptop shut in annoyance, and pulled several pages of research out of his bag.
"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed."
"Hmm. Build a high rise and jump from the top of it," Dean frowned. "That's classy. When did he call animal control?"
"Two days earlier."
"Did he actually say Black Dog?" I inquired.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, 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."
"Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?"
"Well, maybe."
"What's the lore on it?" Dean asked.
Sam passed the papers to Dean, and I scooted closer to read over his shoulder.
"It's all pretty vague," Sam explained. "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."
"Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg, look at that one, huh?"
Dean turned one of the pictures back toward Sam, smirking. Sam just glared back at him, and his smirk slipped.
"What? They could."
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We were posing as writers for Architectural Digest, interviewing Sean's business partner at his apartment.
"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam quizzed the man.
"That's right," he nodded. "Now, one more time, this is for..."
"A tribute to Mr. Boyden," I explained. "Architectural Digest."
The man laughed to himself.
"This funny to you?" Dean inquired.
"No, it... it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute."
"Right," Sam nodded. "Any idea why he'd do such a thing?"
"I, I have no clue," the man shook his head, "I mean he lived a charmed life."
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