Supernatural: Season Two

Crossroad Blues (1)

Crossroad Blues (1)

Kylie's POV

Music was a guilty pleasure of mine, one that I didn't get to enjoy unless we were inside of Dean's car, and even then we listened to what he wanted to.

I enjoy classic rock, I truly do, but sometimes you just need some kind of change. I loved to sing and it was a hidden talent of mine, but I couldn't sing along comfortably to Motorhead or Metallica.

I was looking through my phone sitting next to Dean in a diner, trying to create a perfect playlist when Sam turned his laptop around.

He revealed Dean's mugshot from the St. Louis Police Department, halting my enjoyment of music.

I let out a sigh as I put my phone away. "So much for our low profile." I grumbled.

"You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Sam announced before whipping his computer back around.

Dean grinned proudly. "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, annoyed. "Dean, it's not funny."

"Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." Sam shook his head.

"Well," Dean shrugged, "what do they got on you two?" He questioned.

"Kylie has an accessory." Sam nodded.

I let out a sigh and buried my face in my hands before pulling away. "And you?"

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

Dean and I couldn't help but bite our lips, to keep from laughing.

"No accessory? Nothing?" Dean taunted.

"Shut up." Sam let out.

"We're like Bonnie and Clyde." I nudged Dean with my elbow as we laughed, but Sam kept a cold face.

"You're jealous." Dean laughed, throwing his head back.

"No, I'm not!" Sam argued.

"Uh-huh." Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Alright. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?" He teased.

I leaned into his chest, feeling comfortable and safe while Sam shut his computer, annoyed. He pulled out several pages of research.

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed." Sam explained sourly.

"Hmm." Dean hummed as he played with the ends of my hair. "Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy." He glanced down at me and smiled. "When did he call animal control?"

"Two days earlier." Sam nodded.

"Did he actually say 'Black Dog'?" I questioned taking in Dean's scent.

"Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog." Sam nodded. "The authorities could find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive."

I reached for my mug of coffee, sipping it in thought.

I had heard storied of a big black dog before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Do you think we're dealing with an actual black dog?" Dean asked.

"Well, maybe." Sam shrugged.