In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
Greenwood, Mississippi Sitting in a diner eating some breakfast before hitting the road into town I look up watching Sam doing some research on his laptop as I push my plate away sitting back in my seat now full from how much I've eaten "what are you doing?" Dean asked, pulling my plate to him "what? I'm full." I said "you left a whole strip of bacon." Dean said, snatching it off of my plate "sorry I offended you." I said rolling my eyes at him as he shoved the whole piece of bacon in his mouth "you should be." He replied.
As Sam looked up from his computer, looking at Dean sighing "so much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Sam said "dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." Dean smirked "Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder. We've gotta be more careful now." Sam said "well, what do they got on you?" Dean asked him "I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam muttered "no accessory? Nothing?" Dean questioned "shut up." Sam said "you're jealous." Dean laughed "no, I'm not." Sam scoffed "uh-huh. All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?" Dean said.
As Sam shut his computer, annoyed, and pulled research out of his bag that we had been working on for a couple days "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.'" Sam said "hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?" Dean asked him "two days earlier." Sam said "did he actually say black dog?" Dean asked him "yeah. 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 cours get bast 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." Sam said.
"An actual black dog, though?" I asked "well, maybe." Sam shrugged "what's the lore on it?"Dean asked him "it's all 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 said "yeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg. Look at that one, huh?" Dean said as he held up a picture of a giant black dog while Sam and I gave Dean a look "what? They could." Dean shrugged.
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Leaving for Sean Boyden's business partner's house Sam and Dean get off of the car hoping they could get any sort of information out of him as I sit in the car looking for something to do but, once they got back they informed me that Sean had worked at a bar called Lloyds and then became a successful architect almost overnight, ten years ago. Our next step was to go to the animal protection agency. We wanted to see if Sean was the only one to complain about a black dog.
Dean went in while Sam and I waited in the car. Once Dean walked back out and sat in the driver's seat with a huge cheesy smile on his face. Sam put the book down and looked up "so?" Sam asked him "secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty-three, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real." Dean smiled "what's real?" I asked "her, uh, her degrees. Her master's degrees." Dean replied making me furrow my brow at him as he smiled back, awkwardly "you didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" Sam asked.
"Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And, uh...I don't know what this thing is." Dean said as he held a post it in his hand "you mean Carly's MySpace address?" Sam said "yeah, MySpace..what the hell is that?" Dean laughed as Sam laughed again "seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?" Dean asked.
[......] We had driven all over town, going down the list of complaints. Sam and Dean had been acting as animal control to talk to people, but all they were commg up with were complaints of Pomeranians' barking in neighbor's yards. Stopping at another house on the list. I waited in the car for them to get back. When Sam and Dean walked out and sat in the Impala, Dean handed me a picture of a woman and a group of friends "what's this?" I asked him "Dr. Sylvia Pearlman and her pals." I read "flip it over." Dean said as I flipped the picture over, it said, Lloyd's 1996.
"Both her and Sean were at the same place ten years ago?" Dean nodded "Dr. Pearlman's been gone for two days. The maid said she started imagining things before she left." Sam explained "she claimed to hear a dog barking, but the maid didn't know what she was talking about." Sam said as I nodded "she became a chief surgeon about thirty-two or thirty-three at the time." Sam said "that's pretty young for that job. Isn't it?" I asked.
