Chapter 4: Symbol

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Chapter 4: Symbol

Sara's POV:

I quickly run across the store, grabbing a gun off of the counter in the process. Dean managed to run ahead of me, so I come to an abrupt stop at the entrance door.

"Stay here behind this shelf and don't move. Don't look outside, either. Do you understand me?" I ask Jaydenn and she quickly nods her head, sitting down in a crouched position a few meters from the door. Dean already had the door unlocked and was standing outside. When I run outside, I freeze in my place as I look to the right to see a large fire from the explosion, but that's not what freaked me out. What had me frozen in place was the pack of wolves running down the highway, opposite direction from the fire, letting out howls as they ran. These wolves had to be six feet tall. Now, you don't see that in Texas.

One of them, a black wolf, stopped in its tracks as it stared. He glared directly at Dean and no one else. It's stare turned into pure hatred, then it continued to run. Once they were out of view, I looked back at the fire, which was a long way's away.

"Hopefully the fire won't reach," Dean say's as he turns to walk back inside.

I stared at him in shock. If this were a cartoon my jaw would be on the floor.

"Are you serious?! Is that all you have to say about what just happened?!" I yelled, completely bewildered. Okay, maybe I was overacting, but really!

He turns around and glares at me, "Is there something I'm supposed to say?" He asks coldly.

I gape at him, lost for words. I look back at the road.

"Okay, maybe I'm overreacting, but that wolf..." How am I supposed to say this without sounding crazy? "It... looked at you like it knew you,"

Yeah, I sound crazy.

He scoffs at me, "Your imagination has gotten the best of you," he states, popping his knuckles with only one hand.

"Your not denying it! I was trained to pick this up Dean! Popping your knuckles is a nervous tick for some people! Stop lying to me!" I yell defensively. How dare he say that to me?!

"Sara! Just leave me alone!" He yells back as a warning.

"No! You-" I tried to say but Jaydenn interrupted me, "Stop it! Stop yelling at each other! And y'all call me a kid!"

Dean and I both stared at her. I don't know why, or where from, but anger was rising in my chest, and if I don't get away from this, Dean will have yet another reason to hate me even more. I fast-walk to the middle of the parking lot, find some car and just sit on the hood. I stare at the fire; it's getting much closer, but it was also dying down. Maybe we won't have to move.

I still have my gun in my belt, I wouldn't dare walk out here without it. Why would Dean try to hide something that could possibly give us all answers to this... problem. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something or someone breathing on my head. My head was in my hands, and my elbows are on my knees. I don't dare move, acting like I can't feel it. I'm not in a good position to get my gun fast enough.

Well, what do I have to lose? My head snaps up and I literally come face to face with a horse. I jump back and up the hood a little more. I stare at the huge Great Dane looking back at me; they should seriously label this dog half horse. I'm still breathing heavy. He stares back at me, then just sits down beside the car like nothing is wrong.

I look down at him, getting off of the hood. He's solid grey, with pale blue eyes; he's beautiful. He has on a black collar, and on the tags, it say's: Zeus. I guess that's his name.

"Come on, Zeus," I call as I walk back to the store. He quickly follows behind me. He obviously had an owner at one point, so he seems pretty tame.

When I walk in, I see Dean with his head in his hands, sitting on his bed while Jay has a comforting hand on his shoulder. She was always good at making people feel better. I on the other hand only could make the situation either worse or awkward.

Zeus runs from behind me and jumps on Dean, licking his face like his life depends on it. Dean just laughs, surprised, and pets the dog like he knows it.

'How ironic, he knows the dog too.' I think to myself, my inner voice sounding more bitter than it needs to be.

Jaydenn and I just stare at him like he's crazy. Then I noticed something; two things, actually. He looks like he has been crying, not that he would ever admit it, but that wasn't what was important. What was important is his shirt was off which revealed something that completely raised my suspicion. I stare at the tattoo on his neck, just below his collar bone. Same position, size, pattern, and shape as the two men that we met.

The same symbol.

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