Title: Black Dog - part nine
Word count: 6275± words
Episode summary: When Sam gets an anonymous phone call with information about his father, Dean receives a text message with coordinates to different location. The brothers clash and split up, one following orders, the other trusting his instincts. Meanwhile, in the wilderness of Cascade Range, Washington State, Zoë loses grip on a personal case and is forced to confront her demons. Without back up, this might very well turn out to be her final hunt.
Part nine summary: Zoë owes Dean an explanation, but will she be able to keep it together when she opens up about the reason she is being hunted by hellhounds?
Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Swearing, smoking, weaponry. Descriptions of torture and murder. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Descriptions of suicidal thoughts and tendencies, depression, panic attacks, hallucinations.
Author’s note: Welcome back, everyone! Beta’d by @winchest09 & @deanwanddamons. Also, @teresa-67, thank you for your imput on this chapter!
Darrington, Washington
December 3rd, 2005 - Present Day
Floor - wall - repeat. Floor - wall - repeat. It’s the way a baseball bounces through the small hunter’s cabin, the repetitive thuds the only soundtrack to the bleak scene. The sun refuses to shine through the square windows, hiding behind the dark clouds above. Evergreens that surround the little house whisper nervously in the stern Northern wind. The mountain seems anxious for what’s coming.
Inside, the flames in the fireplace rustle, trying to distract the two troubled souls. Dean - who has taken a seat on the hard-wooden floor next to their heat source - throws the ball again. It jumps up from the ground and hits the wall, before it comes back to the guy who found the old thing in a drawer. With excellent reflexes, he catches it, without drawing his eyes away from Zoë. The huntress hasn’t moved from her position opposite of him, still leaning against the turned-over table in the middle of the room while absently watching ambers twirl up into the chimney. Not a word has passed her lips since the conversation with Sam, which was well over eight hours ago. Dean shot a few questions at her, but the stubborn woman apparently decided to pretend he’s nothing but air, because she refused to answer any of them.
Several thoughts cross Dean’s mind as he observes the mysterious woman, all of them orbiting around the reason why they are stuck here in the first place. So Zoë Sullivan made a deal. A silent scoff escapes his chest, shaking his head slightly as he throws the baseball again, the sound of the round object colliding with the timber a little louder when he uses more force. What the fuck was she thinking? What the hell would have driven her to make a pact with the Devil? And what did she get in return?
