Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

Crossroad Blues Pt. 1

We were sitting in a diner and Sam was looking at his laptop "So much for our low profile." He showed us Dean's mugshot from the St. Louis Police Department. "You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database,"

"I bet I could delete it," I stated

Sam shook his head "If we do that, it just might cause us even more trouble,"

Dean didn't seem to have a problem with it though "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something,"

"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now," Sam argued.

"Well, what do they got on you?"

"I was kidnapped," I noted as I began to eat my food.

"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet," Sam muttered

"No accessory? Nothing?"

"Shut up,"

"You're jealous," Dean laughed

"No, I'm not!"

"Uh-huh. Alright. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?"

Sam closed his laptop in aggravation and I pulled out the pages of research, he and I had dug up before.

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed," I stated

"Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?" Dean asked

I flinched as I remembered all my nightmares, I still haven't told them about it.

"Two days earlier," Sam replied

"Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?" Dean questioned.

Sam looked to me to answer Dean's question but I had grown silent and just glanced down at the table. "Well, maybe,"

"What's the lore on it?"

I passed Dean the pages but Sam answered

"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." Sam explained.

I flinched as Sam mentioned death and my mind flashed to my nightmares.

"But anyway, whatever they are, they're big, nasty..."

"Well at least we have our own to help us," Dean replied as he ruffled my hair and I just gave him a small grin.

***

I pulled my skirt down as Sam and Dean interviewed a man that knew Mr. Boyden. I would have gone wolf form, but I've been getting a dark feeling lately, and I was worried that if I did my nightmare would become a reality.

"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Dean asked

The man nodded "That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?"

"A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest."

I raised an eyebrow as the man laughed at Dean's alibi "This funny to you?"

"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 replied

"Right. Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" Sam asked

"I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life,"

"How so?"

"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I...and it wasn't always that way, either,"

"No?"

"You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A completed dive,"

"Right. So what changed?"

"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing...he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart..." The man stopped midsentence as if realizing something.

"What?" I asked him

"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why...why just throw it away?"

***

"What's going on Selina?"

"Hmm,"

Sam turned back in his seat to look at me lying on the back seat of the Impala "You're being strange,"

"And you're not?!" I sighed "I'm sorry. It's just a lot going on in my head,"

"You can trust us, Selina,"

"I trusted shapeshifter Dean as well..." I mumbled as Dean came back to the Impala, changing the focus of our conversation " So?"

"Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty-three, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real," Dean said

"You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" Sam joked

Dean showed us the paper "Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There are nineteen calls in all. And, uh," he pulled off a Post-it note "I don't know what this thing is,"

Sam took it and began laughing "You mean Carly's MySpace address?"

"Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?"

Sam laughed even harder as he saw my face

"Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?"

I opened up the Impala door

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know how I live with you," I muttered as I shut the door.

***

I looked up as we came to Lloyd's bar and I felt a strange energy.

Sam and Dean exited the Impala but I stayed inside

"Selina?" Dean asked

"I don't like the feeling," I told him

"You want me to crack the window?" Dean joked

"Haha," I said sarcastically, I became curious when Dean leaned down and was examining a flower. "What is it?"

Dean looked at the corner of the crossroads and the same flower was growing "Think someone planted these?"

"Middle of all these weeds?" Sam asked

"These are, uh, what do you call 'em."

"Tarrow flowers," I helped as I walked over to the duo. "Used for summoning rituals,"

"Heh. So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time, they were hanging out here at Lloyd's,"

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads. You think?" Sam looked over at his brother.

"Let's find out," As Dean got closer to the center I began to feel sick to my stomach. "This seems dead center to you?"

Sam nodded and Dean headed to the Impala to get a shovel

"You ok?"

"Yeah just a little woozy," I admitted

"Go sit down by the Impala," Dean told me.

I nodded and walked with him and sat down by the doors so I could still be watching over the boys.

Dean walked back to the center and began to dig until he hit something "Yahtzee," The boys opened up a box and that's when I began to realize, we weren't dealing with Black Dogs

"Hellhounds," I muttered as my stomach churned.