Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Jack Russells and Barbecues

Dean came around from behind Bobby's trailer only to be met by a worried fiancé and brother. He froze, eyes going from one to the other. He started thinking, 'Was there some rule he didn't know?'

Sam grinned. "There you are. We were worried you'd tried to meander too far."

The relief on Dean's face was almost laughable, but the concern in his voice wasn't. "You're not mad at me for something? I didn't break some rule I wasn't aware of?"

"No, we trust you," he laughed softly.

Dean closed his eyes in relief and swallowed hard. He nodded. "I was just gonna find my tea over by the picnic tables, and then Mello may join me on the porch. You guys care to come too?"

"Sure," Lisa answered, taking his hand.

Matt was teaching Ben how to play soccer. Dean and Lisa walked over and got the tea. Dean nodded at L. They headed over to the porch to sit down. He sat with his back to the trailer and stretched his bowed legs out in front of him, sighing. "I like this."

"It's nice and quiet," she murmured. "You picked a great spot, Dean."

"I know it's not a big city or a fancy suburb somewhere. It's wild and seems untameable. I like that. It soothes me inside. Is that weird? I know it's desert and mountains, but there are beautiful trees behind the cabin. It calls to me."

"No, not weird. As long as we have the animals to protect ourselves from wildlife, I'm happy to have this place."

Sam said he took a call from a breeder of Jack Russells. They have three litters ready to go to homes. They are coming with a special trailer to let us see them." At this time Larry came up and lay down next to Dean, his head across one of the hunter's ankles.

"You're sure they don't have to be trained?"

"From what I understand, it's just instinct. If you find the instinct in a dog, you breed it to another that has it. It's the instinct to grab a snake and shake it til it dies. They will get bit at times. We got to have stuff for them and a good vet nearby. I think we need a pack, but I don't know about breeding them. It would be easier if we got a female from two litters and a male from the third. We breed, sell, keep what we want. Thing Is I won't have time for that and I don't know that you and Sarah want to be involved in all of that."

Lisa laughed. "Wouldn't hurt to ask, hmm?"

"Okay. SARAH!"

"What?"

"How would you and Lisa like to breed, sell, and keep Jack Russell terriers? They aren't an AKC approved breed, but they kill snakes. I want to buy a male and two females from a breeder who breeds for this purpose. They have three litters that are ready for homes. We can choose one from each letter, and we can breed."

There was a playful gleam in her eyes. "What makes you think I want to clean up after your mutts?"

"This is west Texas, and they kill rattlesnakes?"

"Again, why should I be picking up dog poop?"

"It's okay, Sarah. I imagine you probably can't handle Curly either. I hope Sam remembers to housebreak him. You haven't seen dog poop yet. I'll handle the pups. Lis is afraid of snakes."

Watari laughed softly. "A groundskeeper could take care of that issue in regards to waste."

"I'm looking forward to taking care of a yard, Watari. What's a little more. I really don't want to pay for a groundskeeper."

Mello walked towards him, leaning down. "You realize that this is sorta community property? A grounds keeper would keep the bulk of the work down, still leaving you time to study and you'll be able to do yard work too."