Going Places

Black Dog-Led Zeppelin

Sawyer's Point is View:
"Hey girls, I'm going to drive out to Rapid City. Sam and Dean need help with a case," Jody says as she dries her hands off.
"Can we go?" I say motioning between Emerson and myself.
"No, absolutely not. You know the rules," Jody protests.
"I don't see why we can't. We've known exorcisms word for word since we were toddlers. We known all this knowledge that's just going to waste," Emerson says as she leans on the counter.
"You two were taught that knowledge in case of emergencies," Jody counters against Emerson.
"Come on, Jody. If it was dangerous as you are saying it is, then you wouldn't be sitting her wasting time with us," I say.
After a good five minutes, Jody speaks again.
"Fine, but both of you will listen and won't argue against orders. Now go get your things.We're leaving in 10,"she says.
We both nod.As we enter our shared bedroom, I shoot Emerson a smirk. She returns it.
"Our first hunt, Emmy," I say triumphantly.
"Yeah," she scoffs at the nickname that my Dad originally gave her.
I pull on my boots and lace them up. I gave my backpack and throw in some important odds and ends. A knife, salt, silver bullets-the whole nine yards. Emerson does the same. Then, we head back out to the kitchen.
"Wait, wait,wait," I say stopping in my tracks in front of Emerson.
I squeeze past her back into our room. I grab a couple of my favorite cds and hold them up to her.
"Can't forget the most important thing. I call shotgun by the way," I say.
Emerson just shakes her head.
Four hours and several classic rock songs later, we finally arrive in Rapid City. We pull up into a local diner. I notice my dad's '67 Chevy Impala parked out front. Jody parks beside it. All three of us get out and enter the diner. I spot a tall brown-headed man leaning over a laptop accompanied by a shorter man with lighter hair. Sam and Dad are sitting in a corner booth. I walk over in front of Emerson and Jody.
"Hey, Dad. Hey, Uncle Sam," I smile.
My Dad stands and meets me half way with a hug. Emerson hugs Sam.
"What are you two doing here?" Sam questions as we all take a seat.
"Heard you needed help with a case," I say.
"I tried to tell them that they had to stay home. They wouldn't take no as an answer just like someone else I know," Jody says giving Sam and Dean a look.
"We already agreed to stay out of the way," I add.
"Damn right, you will," my Dad says.
"Anyway, what's the case?" Emerson intervenes.
"We're thinking black dog," Sam says.
"You two couldn't take care of that?"Jody asks.
"That's the thing, it's not just one. It's a pack," Sam adds.
"Aren't they normally seen alone?" I ask.
They both nod.
"We can't seem to find any traces of anything that could've attracted or manifested them," my Dad says as he pushes a notebook across the table to us.
Emerson grabs it without a beat. I watch her flip through the few pages on black dogs.
"Come on, Em. I can practically see the gears turning in that brain of yours," I joke.
"Omen of death" she whispers to herself.
We all look at her.
"We thought that but why a pack of them?" Sam asks.
"It could be an omen of the death of the town. Maybe several people are going to die within a short time of each other. Can you search for mass deaths in surrounding areas? Cross check that with sightings of black dog-like creatures," Emerson says.
Sam nods as he types on his laptop.
"Good thinking," he says as he turns the screen around to show us a hit.
"So how do we kill them?" I question.
"Iron and salt. They're basically ghosts," my Dad explains.
"Well, there isn't a 'we'. There is an us. You two will be in the motel room," Sam says.
"Why can't we help?" I counter.
"Sawyer, I said no arguing," Jody says.
"Fine," I huff.
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The 'adults' leave for the hunt. Emerson and I are left to our own devices in the motel room.
"We're 18 now. They can't baby us forever, can they?" Emerson asks from behind her copy of "The Old Man and The Sea".
"No, but they'll try," I reply.
"Did you pack any extra salt and iron?" Emerson asks as she sits up.
"Yes, I did. What are you suggesting?" I say as a reach for my bag.
"Well, if they're dealing with a pack and needed more than two people. They definitely need two more," Emerson shrugs.
"Okay, I'm driving," I reply as I hold up the keys to Jody's truck.
We both grab our supplies and exit the motel room. We lock the door and climb into Jody's truck. I drive to the area of the forest that they told us they would be in. Stupid mistake on their part. Emerson and I split the iron bullets and salt between the two of us. We both load our pistols and head into the forest.
We hike for at least a mile and stop when we hear growling. That's when the scene unfolds. I see Jody unload her clip on a small group of black dogs. Sam and my Dad are no where to be seen.
"Damn it, I'm out," Jody says throwing her clip to the side.
"Hey, flea bags over here!" Emerson yells as she waves her hands in the air.
The Black dogs turn away from Jody and run at Emerson. Before they can reach her I throw some salt at them.
"Be Gone Thots," I yell.
Emerson shoots the remaining dogs and they disappear. Our attention is quickly turned to yelling a few yards away.
"Sam and Dean, GO!" Jody yells.
We quickly run over to where the yelling is.
My Dad and Sam are both surrounded. I pull the bag of salt out of my pocket and start to throw it at them.
"Eat Salt!" I say.
Emerson shoots the Black dogs. She is careful to not shot Sam or my Dad. The Black dogs vanish into thin air.
"What are you two doing here? We said to stay put," Sam questions.
"Well, to start, we saved your asses," Emerson says.
Sam doesn't look amused. I try to refrain from snickering.
"We thought that you needed more than three people to take on a pack of dogs. Turns out we thought correctly," I explain unable to hold my laughter.
"They're right. We would probably be toast without them," my Dad says.
"I'd say they  did pretty well for a couple of rookies," Jody compliments.
Emerson and I got an ear full the whole way back to the motel room.