When Dean got out of the shower and Sammy got everything we needed packed, along with some supplies for me, we headed out for the location.
" Okay so it says here that the incident happened in Enid, Oklahoma, uh he was a taxidermist-"
" Sammy I read the article and Rue was the one who found it why are you reading it aloud?" Dean asks
Sam gives his brother the look he does so often and scoffs, " Thought I'd be helpful."
Dean chuckles slightly and continues to drive. The radio is playing semi quietly and the windows were rolled down. I have my arm draped upside the car and was trying to take in as much fresh air as I could. My stomach wasn't feeling too hot as of now. Sam turns around in the seat to see my green face basically shoved out the window to get air. He nudges his brother slightly, " Uh Dean,"
Dean looks at his brother who points to me. Dean immediately stops the car and pulls over. I silently thanked him as I jump from the car to vomit in the ditch. Sam and Dean both look away and Sam nearly throws up himself. I finally catch my breath and lean against the impala for a moment.
" Are we good over there?" Dean asks hesitantly
" I think so." I say, taking a deep breath before taking a seat back in the impala. Dean and Sam both give each other a look before pulling back into the road and continue our journey.
The sudden out burst of my stomach had made me tired and evidentially and I passed out. When I woke Dean was parking at a dog shelter. I groan and rub the sleep from my eyes, sitting up in the seat. Dean and Sam got out of the car and I drag myself along, smoothing out the wrinkled suit I wore. We walk in the doors and Dean asked the police a few questions, flashed his badge, and walked into the pound area. Dogs bark and whine nonstop as we went down the line.
" Here," Dean said, pointing to a german Sheppard " Colonel right?"
" What about him?" I ask
" He was at both the crime scenes, a second one occurred here later in the day. The same guy ate a cat whole, and killed the guy that was at the front desk. They said he was scratched to death... like a cat." Sam said examining the dogs clipboard.
Dean crouches lower to the dogs level and examines him.
" Think he could be a shifter?" Dean asks
Sam frowns, " Only one way to find out I guess," he hands Dean a quarter and Dean presses it to the dogs neck.
" Nothing," he grumbles
" This dog's the only suspect you have and there's no way to get him to talk." I state
" Pretty much."
" Well what if we find a spell to you know, get him to talk?" Dean suggests, looking up at Sam.
" That could work."
" Good," Dean rose from the ground and opens the crate door, leashing Colonel. " Lets go."
And with that Sam and I follow Dean out to the car.
I share the back seat with Colonel as the boys drive to the nearest motel. Once there Dean and Sam change into something more comfortable and Dean grabs something for us to all eat. I changed into shorts and kept my white button up shirt. I sit on the edge of the coffee table and watch as Sam and Dean create the spell.
" Doesn't look too bad," Dean examines the murky brown liquid in the glass before downing it. " I was wrong." He chocks out
I giggle slightly. Suddenly a wave of sleep hit me again for the second time that day.
" Rue you're sure you're not sick?" Sam asks concerned
" Yea I mean I eat just fine I'm actually hungry a lot to be honest. I'm just tired that's all." I say yawning
Sam gives a half hearted smile and nods, grabbing a blanket so I could nap on the couch.
When I woke Dean was talking to the dog, that's right talking to the dog. I slowly rise from my sleeping position on the couch and look at him.
" I can only assume either the spell worked or Dean has lost it." I say loud enough for them to hear me
He's lost it a voice sounds in Dean's head
" The spell worked." Dean says
I frown, alriiight I think, definitely a new weird so far
" So what else did he look like besides the cow boy hat?" Sam asks the dog
Well he had cowboy boots on and that's about all I could see the voice sounded again oh but I could smell him, he smelt like red meat, dish soap, and tiger balm.
Dean repeats what the voice says and I frown, looking at the dog. I could hear what he was saying inside of Dean's head... sweet! The interrogation continues for another few minutes before Dean decides to go do some snooping around. We had hit up a vegetarian couple that was part of an animal protection group that "threatened" the taxidermist. We then went to go investigate the pound again for more clues but came up empty until another small dog gave us more info on the man. He was IDed as chef Leo. Dean and Sam discovered his restaurant and decided to investigate when the sun went down.
" Hey Dean come check this out," Sam says, rummaging through a fridge.
Dean comes over and pawed around with the organs as Sam and I were " Cheetah heart, rat liver, snake eye, this guys mixing ingredients." I say, reading the cards on his desk next to the fridge. Suddenly the sound of doors opening alerts the boys. They grab their guns and load them, standing ready for whatever came their way. I draw my sword and take a steady stance in the darkness. Dean is first to go out the door, then Sam, and I follow up. He's stronger than we thought, or I thought at least. He tosses Dean out of the way and takes one on one with Sam. He slashes Sam's neck and before Sam could bleed out Ezekiel saves him. Leo steps back in surprise, " I don't know what you are but with healing power like that I could use you." He hit Sam upside the head and knocks him out cold. The minute his back was turned I charge and raise my sword high. Before I can even make contact with him everything goes black and I land hard on the floor behind me.
He has cancer...
It was the first thing I heard when I finally came to... or so I thought. When I actually came to Leo was attacking Dean, he looked like a weird were wolf. They tumble out the door and onto the streets.
" Dean," I call out weakly.
My head was pounding. I groan and sit up, making my way slowly over to Sam.
" Sam," I say, jolting his shoulders. No response. " Sammy!" I said a little louder, slapping his face. Still nothing. " SAM!" I yell, now kneeling above him shaking his shoulders violently. Sam snaps awake and gasps for breath. I give a sigh of relief and fall to the floor again, completely exhausted. When Sam gets up he picks me up bridle style. When Dean comes back into the doors he's panting and bleeding slightly.
" He didn't stand a chance to the pack," he smirks
Sam huffs a chuckle and carries me to the car.
The next day Dean drives Colonel to his new owners. The vegetarian couple swoon at the dog when Dean brings him into the couple. He kneels down to his level, " You'll be better off here, I'd love to take you with me but the roads no place for a dog." He says
Yeah yeah whatever the voice echoed in his head
Dean gives the dog a scruff in the head and goes to stand and leave,
Wait you're uh lady friend there,
Dean stops and looks at Colonel, " What about her?"
I glance between Dean and Colonel,
She's not sick... not exactly at least
He frowned, " What do you mean?"
Ever wonder why she's so tired and sick lately?
Dean and I exchange glances, " No..." we say in unison
Well she's pregnant
Dean's eyes widen and he gives me the same look I give him.
Holy crap.... oh my god I'm gonna faint I think, taking a deep breath in.
" Uh, are you sure Colonel?" Dean asks
Is a smurfs butt blue?
Dean coughs and gives me one last look, " Pregnant huh?"
Sorry really crappy chapter but honestly I'll fix it later or something it's like 2:30 am rn and I'm tired af I just wanted to get this done.
