Sam, Dean, and I were sitting at a table, Sam with his laptop open. Onscreen was a mugshot of Dean from the St. Louis Police Department.
"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. Dean grinned.
"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." Dean said.
"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." I said.
"Well, what do they got on you two?" Dean asked.
"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam muttered.
"No accessory? Nothing?" Dean asked.
"Shut up." I said. Dean laughed.
"You're jealous." Dean said.
"No, I'm not!" Sam said.
"Why would I be jealous that you have a police record?" I said.
"Uh-huh. All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man and woman, you?" Dean asked. I glared at Dean. Sam shut his computer, annoyed, and pulled out several pages of research.
"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.
"Two days earlier." I said.
"Did he actually say Black Dog?" Dean asked.
"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 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." Sam said.
"Do you think we are actually dealing with a black dog?" Dean asked.
"Well, maybe." I said.
"What's the lore on it?" Dean asked. Sam passed Dean the pages.
"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. He held up a picture and smirked. Sam and I glared. The smirk slipped. "What? They could."
In a posh, well-lit room apartment, Sam, Dean, and I were wearing suits and interviewing a man.
"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam asked.
"That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?" The man asked.
"A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest." Dean said. The man laughed.
"This funny to you?" I asked.
"No, it... it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute." the man said.
"Right. Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" I asked.
"I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life." the man said.
"How so?" Sam asked.
"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I... and it wasn't always that way, either." the man said.
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Don't Leave Me-SPN S2
FanfictionAfter John's death, Sam, Dean, and Ali are more determined to find the demon that killed their family. All of their connections become stronger as they navigate this new world without John Winchester. Feelings flow and secrets are revealed. I DO NO...
