Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 5, 2016 16:43:11 GMT -5
The howling was getting louder. "Ok, well then, we should go" Dean suggested wisely, his heart racing at the speed of wind by this point. "Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the hounds than I" Crowley offered up. "You're long past the point of "go"." With this unsettling news being delivered, Crowley tossed the tracking coin in the air. By the time it had landed in Dean's hands, about three tenths of a second later, Crowley was gone. "Damn it" Dean cursed, chucking the coin as far away from his as he could. "I told you" Sam snapped irately, throwing up his hands. "Oh, well, good for you" was Dean's sarcastic counter, not really in the mood for "I told you sos". Also, even if he didn't want to admit it, he'd actually been starting to trust Crowley a smidge. "Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen" he added, grabbing his salt-round gun from the bag at their feet and starting for the kitchen. "I'll watch Brady" Sam offered. "Watch me" Brady echoed in disbelief, still tugging at his bindings for all he was worth. "Get me the hell out of here!" Dean left Sam and Brady behind, continuing to make his way towards the kitchen, but before he could reach it, and the salt it offered, the two large glass windows of the den, the room Dean currently happened to be in, shattered. The howling, snarling, and thundering of paws was dangerously close now. Dean could even feel the heat from their breath as he retreated full speed, firing off rounds from his shotgun in the process. "Sammy, they're here" he called over one shoulder, re-entering the living room where Sam was just finishing up untying Brady. "Salt" he inquired hopefully as the dogs could be heard approaching, backing the three of them into a corner. Dean gave his head half a shake, implying wordlessly that he hadn't been able to get to the salt in time.
"Damn it, get me out of here" Brady begged, sounding somewhat like a four year old girl in terms of how frightened he was. "Shut up" both brothers ordered heatedly in unison as Dean readied his shotgun again, knowing he only had a few rounds left before he'd be out of ammo. "Hey!" Crowley had materialized by the doorway. Dean stared. "You're back??" "I'm invested" Crowley admitted, half-smiling. "Currently." One of the dogs closest to Dean snarled loudly. Dean tensed up. "Stay" Crowley commanded earning a wide-eyed, "you can control them" from Dean. "Not those ones." Crowley inclined his head at the air around Sam, Dean and Brady where the hounds were still growling in undertone. "Brought my own." Crowley pat the air next to him a few times at about chest level. "Mine's bigger." Crowley removed his hand from the dog's head...at least Dean assumed that's what he'd been petting...and whistled. "Sic 'em boy!"
There was a sudden flurry of invisible activity, coupled with growling and injured whimpers as the dogs fought each other, toppling furniture in their wake. "Go, go, go" Dean urged, ushering Sam and Brady towards the front door, leaving the fighting dogs in their dust. "I'll wager you a thousand my pup wins" Crowley boasted proudly as the four of them took off in the Impala, putting as much distance between them and that house as they possibly could.
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"Yeah. I'm sure pestilence will be there." Brady handed a scrap piece of paper with a scrawled address on it to Dean in the alley where they'd fled to, twenty miles away from the dog fight. Dean glanced at the address, committed it to memory and then handed the note over to Crowley for inspection. "What do you think?" Crowley checked it out and nodded. "It's good." He handed the paper back to Dean before turning his focus to Brady. "You've got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now." "You've screwed me" Brady insisted sourly. "For eternity." "Nah." Crowley waved this off dismissively. "Won't last that long. Trust me." He pivoted on one heel, beginning to walk in the other direction. "Where are you going" Brady demanded, sounding panicked again. "I'm going...to do you a favor." Crowley saluted Brady with two fingers in farewell, then inclined his head at Dean. "I expect we'll be in touch." And he vanished.
Dean pulled a container of salt from the bag he'd gotten out of the Impala's trunk and drew one long line with it across the alley from wall to wall of the adjoining buildings. Brady eyed it without much interest. "What's all this?" Dean straightened up, tossing the spent container back towards the bag and dusting off his hands. "You know...all those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches --They just don't get it, do they, Sammy?" "No, they don't Dean" Sam agreed, pulling Ruby's knife from his belt, its silver tip glinting in the moonlight. "You see, Brady..." Dean crossed his arms.
"We're the ones you should be afraid of."
"Damn it, get me out of here" Brady begged, sounding somewhat like a four year old girl in terms of how frightened he was. "Shut up" both brothers ordered heatedly in unison as Dean readied his shotgun again, knowing he only had a few rounds left before he'd be out of ammo. "Hey!" Crowley had materialized by the doorway. Dean stared. "You're back??" "I'm invested" Crowley admitted, half-smiling. "Currently." One of the dogs closest to Dean snarled loudly. Dean tensed up. "Stay" Crowley commanded earning a wide-eyed, "you can control them" from Dean. "Not those ones." Crowley inclined his head at the air around Sam, Dean and Brady where the hounds were still growling in undertone. "Brought my own." Crowley pat the air next to him a few times at about chest level. "Mine's bigger." Crowley removed his hand from the dog's head...at least Dean assumed that's what he'd been petting...and whistled. "Sic 'em boy!"
There was a sudden flurry of invisible activity, coupled with growling and injured whimpers as the dogs fought each other, toppling furniture in their wake. "Go, go, go" Dean urged, ushering Sam and Brady towards the front door, leaving the fighting dogs in their dust. "I'll wager you a thousand my pup wins" Crowley boasted proudly as the four of them took off in the Impala, putting as much distance between them and that house as they possibly could.
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"Yeah. I'm sure pestilence will be there." Brady handed a scrap piece of paper with a scrawled address on it to Dean in the alley where they'd fled to, twenty miles away from the dog fight. Dean glanced at the address, committed it to memory and then handed the note over to Crowley for inspection. "What do you think?" Crowley checked it out and nodded. "It's good." He handed the paper back to Dean before turning his focus to Brady. "You've got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now." "You've screwed me" Brady insisted sourly. "For eternity." "Nah." Crowley waved this off dismissively. "Won't last that long. Trust me." He pivoted on one heel, beginning to walk in the other direction. "Where are you going" Brady demanded, sounding panicked again. "I'm going...to do you a favor." Crowley saluted Brady with two fingers in farewell, then inclined his head at Dean. "I expect we'll be in touch." And he vanished.
Dean pulled a container of salt from the bag he'd gotten out of the Impala's trunk and drew one long line with it across the alley from wall to wall of the adjoining buildings. Brady eyed it without much interest. "What's all this?" Dean straightened up, tossing the spent container back towards the bag and dusting off his hands. "You know...all those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches --They just don't get it, do they, Sammy?" "No, they don't Dean" Sam agreed, pulling Ruby's knife from his belt, its silver tip glinting in the moonlight. "You see, Brady..." Dean crossed his arms.
"We're the ones you should be afraid of."
