All Over Again

Hell Hounds Are Not A Man's Bestfriend

Here's the next chapter. Hope you like it! -Isabel

After what seemed like an hour I hear something outside the closet. Sam opens the door. "Sorry." Is all he says. I sigh and walk past him and roll my eyes.

I go over to the bathroom and let Dean out.

"You okay?" I ask.

Dean nods and looks at Sam. "What happened?

"Nothing." Sam says.

"My ass." Dean says.

"Dean, I'm fine." He says. I decide not to say anything, this was a family thing.

"Yeah? And what about Brady?"

Sam sighs. "Like you said.... we need him" Dean nods and we go back to Brady and see Crowley is back too.

"God. The day I've had. Good news. You're going to live forever." Crowley says. I look at Brady's face and it's filled with fear, real fear too.

"What did you do?" Brady asks.

"Went over to a demon's nest..... had a little massacre. Must be losing my ouch, though. Let one of the little toad live. Oops. Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are..." He paused and smiled. "Wait for it..... Lovers in a league against Satan" Crowley says laughing. I face palm.

Brady sighs.

"Hello, darling. So, now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me." Crowley says brightly. Which at that point is slightly disturbing.

Brady just shook his head. "Oh, no, no, no, no. No." He kept saying.

"Something else we have in common, apart from our torrid passion, of course. Craven self-preservation. So, no, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?" Crowley says, as if he has no care in the world. 

Then we hear a howling sound. "Oh, God, Crowley." Brady says. That's when I start to freak out. If a demon is scared, I hell better be too.

"Was that a hell hound?" Dean asks.

"I'd say, yeah." Crowley answers simply.

"Why is there a hell hound?" I ask, staring at Crowley.

Crowley groans and pulls out a coin from his pocket.

"What's that?" Sam asks.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?"

I whisper to myself. "Oh, god you didn't;t...."

"yeah..." Sam says.

"The demons planted one on me." He says.

I sigh, I was right. "The hell hounds followed you, didn't they?" I ask.

"Well, technically, he followed this." He says holding up the coin.

"Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want." Brady begs.

"Shut up!" Sam yells.

"Okay, well, then we should go." Dean says the obvious.

"Sorry. No one knows more about hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go'."

Crowley tosses the coin to Dean and he catches it. "Damn it" He states.

"I told you!" Sam says.

"Oh, good for you." He says mocking Sam. "Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen."

"I'll watch Brady." Sam says.

"Watch me? Get me the hell out of here!" The demon demands.

Dean finds the salt and is covering the windows. Suddenly one of the windows shatter and a creature breaks through it. It's like a dog or something. I'm guessing the hell hound.

I freeze. People aren't supposed to be able to see them, are they?

Another one jumps through.

Sam and Dean yell things at each other, but I'm not paying attention. I can see the hell hounds. How is that even possible? It isn't, is it? 

I only notice what's happening when Crowley shows up again. He yells. "Stay!" One of the hounds stops chasing us.

"You can control them?" I hear Dean say.

"Not that one." Crowley says, pointing to the other hound. "I brought my own." He says, petting the bigger hound. "Mine's bigger. Sic him, boy!" He yells

Dean yells for us to go, it takes a few seconds to register what he said. By then, Dean grabs my arm and we run out.