Back in Black

Chapter 14

Dean looked at his watch. Sam was taking his sweet time getting pie and food. He had taken Bear out for a walk just in case, and had missed the light show.

So he took Bear with him, and within seconds away from the tiny diner he started snarling like no tomorrow.

Dean figured out why too. The place reeked of sulfur, and everyone was dead. Fortunately, Sam wasn't among the dead.

"Fuck."

~

"Crowley. Dean, what's got your britches in a bunch? Say what now?"

Crowley found it fascinating that Dean could match his British quips tit-for-tat. He had forgotten what is was like to meet someone as snarky as he was without his precious coffee.

"So Sam's been taken. Has to be Meg, she's the only one of that lot who would know where Azazel had his tournament...and hasn't been killed by you two blockheads yet."

Crowley listened to a grumpy Dean ask him something.

"Don't know if that hound of yours will find your brother. Wait, didn't you mention Sam has a weird affinity for dogs? Why not let me send some of my more tame pets to you and you can see if he can't snag a familiar out of them. Nah, I have like a hundred of the damn hounds, they breed like bloody rabbits."

Crowley honestly liked the Harvelles. They amused him and they were useful as hell to boot. Best of all, no one was aware of his personal hunters.

So did he care that he was essentially handing over one of his hounds to the younger idiot as a familiar? Hell no. Sam was amusing in his own right, but Dean cracked Crowley up.

Especially with the blackmail the older one had forwarded to his P.O. box against Loki. Using a full on Bear Bomb on that annoying as heaven pagan? Classic.

"Be sure to have something with your brother's scent. Once they have it they should be able to find him pretty quick," Crowley warned.

Sam wasn't the only one with a weird affinity towards canine familiars. Dean had just found his faster. So if he managed to get one of the tamer hellhounds as a familiar, it wasn't Crowley's problem.

~

Sam groaned.

"I hate demons," he muttered. Very few things could get a jump on him like that, especially leaving a sulfur trail behind.

He checked his gear. All he had on him was a cell phone and his wand. The rest of the spelled gear was in the trunk. It was juts luck that he had forgotten to put his wand and holster back in too.

"Sam?"

"Andy? What the hell are you doing here?"

"No idea. All I remember is smelling rotten eggs..."

"Never mind, I think I get the picture. Dammit, I bet that bitch from before is behind this," said Sam under his breath.

"You know what happened?"

"The basics. Someone wants all the psychics Azazel tainted twenty-two years ago, though we never did find out what they wanted them for. And none of the demons we took out were talkative about why we were picked," said Sam. He checked his phone.

A slow grin formed.

"And whoever grabbed me left me with two things they shouldn't have."

He couldn't believe that Meg was stupid enough to leave him with his phone. Or worse, his wand!

Talk about an idiot.

Sam suddenly paused when he heard the howls.

"What the hell is that?!" said Andy, sticking close to Sam. Sam noted several others jump at the sound of baying hounds.