Back in Black

Chapter 11

Dean was about to park when Bear started growling. He paused once the car was fully stopped and turned to look at the St. Bernard mix.

"What is it Bear?"

Bear continued to growl. Dean would have normally dismissed it, but he knew for a fact Bear did not growl like that unless there was an actual problem. Even when he had gotten clipped by a stray bullet he didn't whine.

The idiot hunter who had nearly shot Bear had gotten his ass kicked by Dean after.

So Dean tended to take his dog's warning signs very seriously.

If Bear was growling, that usually meant big trouble.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean?" asked Sam, having picked up on the not-so-subtle cue Bear was giving off.

"Get the wands and bring out the books," said Dean.

Sam sat up. He had been leaning back in the seat until Dean said that,

"Are you sure?"

"This place gives me the wiggins, and you know every time that's happened everything went to shit in a hurry."

Sam grimaced. The last time Dean had the 'wiggins' as he called them, they had run into a possessed John Winchester. So for him to call for the big guns (i.e. magic) meant that Bear wasn't the only one getting a bad feeling.

Bear submitted to the leash, but when Dean grabbed the wands from the small spot on the trunk's roof, Sam immediately slid it into the holster that went with it.

The next thing Dean took out was a handwritten book. He handed the other one to Sam, who slid it into his jacket.

A few previously spelled weapons were next. Dean fully believed that it was better to be over prepared than to be caught needing something and no way to get it.

Dean immediately impressed the Master Sergeant cleaning his gun by having Bear salute him with his right paw. Which was basically having Bear touch his ear with his right front leg for three seconds. From there they went to the house of the kid Sam had seen killed by Dean.

Sam could tell Dean was nervous, because he was humming. Dean never hummed, especially not from that blasted movie, unless he was nervous. If he started singing from Lilo and Stitch (Dean had the entire soundtrack practically memorized from how often he saw it) then Sam was going to shoot him in the ass, guard dog and blood ties or not. He was not tolerating Dean's tone-deaf voice.

Bear's growling got worse, and the second the door opened, and he got a whiff of he guy's scent, he went ballistic.

"Bear! Stop!"

Bear had the father pinned, and Dean could see through the open door that the son had his mother pinned. Dean only barely saw the red eyes on his dog when the burst in.

The kid managed to toss Sam into the bookshelf, stunning him long enough to escape. Bear didn't let the husband up until Dean had him tied up.

"Dean. Eyes."

Dean looked and saw that Bear's eyes were a fiery red. Probably hellfire from his hellhound heritage. Dean sniffed the air. There was a trace of...

"Sam, do you smell sulfur?" asked Dean. He would swear that he was smelling sulfur, but he had no idea where it was coming from.

Sam sniffed.

"Where's that coming from?" he asked, grimacing.

"Bear, where's the sulfur coming from?" Dean asked the dog.