•Unwritten•

Ten

I couldn't keep my mind off of the time I spent with Bobby. His journal entry about the man Joe, it sounded just like my father and then his hushed phone call that got cut off too quickly was really bugging me. I didn't say anything before we left, I didn't want to cause any problems but I was going to be more vigilant.

I saw sitting in a diner on the inside of the booth. I had a milkshake in front of me. Dean sat beside me with a burger and Sam opposite with a coffee and his laptop. He spun the laptop around and raised his eyebrow. Dean and I leant to look at what he was showing us, it was a picture of his mug-shot from his arrest a week ago.

"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 spoke.

I swallowed a sip of my milkshake and then looked at Dean to see his response, he was smiling. "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." He laughed and I smiled for a second at the joke but Sam's glare made me straighten my face out.

"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." He span the laptop back around and I looked up as the doorbell rang. A man entered the diner and sat across the room. Something about him gave me an eery feeling but I was quick to forget about him as a thought came to me.

"What about you? What have they got on you? And me?" I asked Sam, then putting the straw of my milkshake back in my mouth. It was really delicious.

"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." He sighed and I smiled, pretty thankful that my face wasn't on some wanted poster somewhere. The waitress appeared at the table and Sam quickly lowered the laptop screen. She brought over the extra fries Dean had ordered and Sam raised his eyebrows.

"I worry for your cholesterol." He remarked and Dean rolled his eyes. I reached out and took a few fries, dropping them in my mouth and then smiling at Dean who was staring at me unamused.

"Just thinking of your heart." I winked and me mimicked me jokingly.

Sam stared at the pair of us like a scorned parent before shaking his head and lifting his laptop screen back up. Over the last week, we hadn't had any cases so Dean had been taking me on these 'training sessions'. They mostly consisted of combat skills, how to punch properly, how to dodge a hit and how to shoot a gun. Sam had been teaching me more about the different kinds of monsters and how to kill them. I was pretty glad they were teaching me these things, it made me feel more secure in myself. We'd tried to keep a low profile whilst Dean was highly wanted but Sam had found a case so we'd driven all the way down to Mississippi to take a look.

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed. Get this, he called animal control a few days before saying he kept seeing a big black dog."

I frowned and stole a few more of Deans fries.

"He built a high rise and then jumped straight off the top of it?" I asked and Sam nodded. "Classy." I added.

"Did he actually say Black Dog?" Dean said as he swatted my hand away from his fries. I giggled, having gotten away with another handful.

"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 and his brother shared a look that I couldn't understand.

Dean stacked his plates on top of each other, finished with them both. "Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?"

I frowned. "Black Dog?" This wasn't something that I had covered in my lessons with Sam. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pile of papers handing them over to me. I took them and shuddered, a photo of a ravenous large black dog on the front. "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."