REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 36

Jackie's POV

My boots on the hardwood floor are accompanied by four paws as I walk, each of them causing a clicking noise from their nails against the hardwood. Zeke has been on my heels all morning. He knows what I'm doing and I know exactly what he's trying to get me to do.

I drop my duffle bag onto the floor by the front door and turn around to look down at my dog. He continues to nudge at the door, wanting out with me.

"No, Zeke." I know we haven't had our normal training and hunting sessions in weeks, but boy, has Zeke become spoiled. I won't deny it, I've done some of the spoiling myself, but there's more than one dog-lover in this house, even if the others won't admit it.

The door handle rotates under my hand and is pushed towards me. Zeke takes this as his opportunity to squeeze between my leg the door frame and run out onto the porch. I roll my eyes and give up on him for now.

Meanwhile, Sam stands in the doorway, careful not to step on Zeke as the dog tramples out the door.

"Got everything?" He asks me. With the new day, all of us were itching to hit the road.

I shrug my bag's strap onto my shoulder then grab my black back pack off the chair before nodding and following Sam outside to the porch.

Out in front of the house, the impala sits with all four doors and the trunk open, almost packed full of duffel bags and hunting gear. Zeke circles around the car, sniffing every nook and cranny. Eventually he finds himself standing in the back seat and all I can see from my spot on the steps is his tail wagging out the door.

"If you ignore him, he'll back off eventually," I tell Sam. He laughs at me as he watches Zeke sniff around his brother's car.

"The poor guy probably just misses the hunt," Sam says.

"Yeah, I guess so. Some day I'll get him back out there. In the mean time, he's Bobby's company while we're gone." I smile at the thought.

"Hey!" From around the side of the house, Dean comes walking with a bag of his own strewn across his shoulder. "No dogs in the car!"

Zeke's head pokes out of the impala momentarily but then quickly disappears. Dean, from the bottom of the steps, turns to look up at me. "I thought you said he was a trained field dog. That listens."

"He is, and he does," I say, smirking and crossing my arms in front of me. "To German."

Deans smiles at me mockingly but then his face slowly drops into a glare when he turns back towards his car, which is now occupied with an eighty-five pound German Shepherd in the back seat.

"Well then, get him out," he complains.

"Come on, Dean," Sam laughs. "I like Zeke, can't we make an exception just for him."

"Yeah Dean, can't we?" I joke along.

"No, absolutely not." Dean then walks off to the trunk, drops his bags in, then makes his way to the door in which Zeke lays. Only a brief moment passes where Sam and I exchange a laugh before Dean jumps back, wiping his face.

"I think he likes you too, Dean," Sam yells over to him.

Dean turns back towards us, lips pursed and eyebrows creased in that all too familiar 'bitch face' of his. "He licked my face. He does that every morning." Dean grimaces, but I know he enjoys Zeke as much as Sam does.

Sam smirks at Dean as he stands there defeated by the dog. I lean against the railing and try not to laugh myself, but fail.

"If we could get the unnecessary luggage out of the car, we could get going," Dean says bitterly, but not grudgingly.