"So much for your low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Sam said, looking at his laptop, a mugshot of Dean from St. Louis pulled up.
The three of them were sitting in a diner. Milena was continuing her sketch of Dean from the last hunt while he ate his food. Dean grinned, "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something."
"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." Milena said, looking up from her sketchbook.
He put his arm around her shoulder and leaned into her, "Well, what do they got on you?"
Milena looked at Sam and he looked back at his computer, "Nothing on you or me but I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet."
Milena could tell that Sam was a little jealous of his brother. "No accessory? Nothing?"
"Shut up."
Dean laughed, "You're jealous."
"No, I'm not!"
"Uh-huh. All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?"
Milena slapped Dean on the head, "Will you stop acting like a two-year-old."
Sam shut his computer, annoyed and pulled out several pages of research, "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed."
"Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?"
"Two days earlier." Milena said, looking at the pages.
She took a sip of her coffee as they were talking about the case. "Did he actually say Black Dog?"
"Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't 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."
Dean leaned forward, "Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?"
"Well, maybe." Sam said, looking at the paper.
Milena leaned back in her seat, "What's the lore on it?"
Sam gives the papers to Dean as Milena leaned over his shoulder to read, "It's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but... some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty."
"Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg, look at that one, huh?" Dean said, showing the two a picture and smirked. Sam glared while Milena hit his arm. He drops his smirk, "What? They could."
Milena sighed and opened her sketchbook, done listening to the two brothers bickering. Dean put an arm around Milena as he was talking to Sam. She felt her face heating up. Milena got over her crush on Dean years ago but now that she's with him again it's coming back. She glared over to Sam and he smirked, seeing her face go red. She flipped him off and went back to drawing.
***
Later, the three went to go interview a man about the death of Sean Boyden. The boys were dressed in suits as Milena was in dress pants, a white blouse, and a grey blazer. They were standing in the kitchen of the man's apartment.
"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam asked, walking around the room.
The man dropped his hand from his face, "That's right. Now one more time, this is for..?"
"A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest." Milena told the man. He laughed. Dean stepped forward, "This funny to you?"
He shook his head, "No, it...it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind.... Well, he gets another tribute."
Dean and Milena gave each other a look. "Right. Any idea why he'd do such a thing?"
"I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life."
"How so?" Milena asked.
The man thought for a second, "He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I...and it wasn't always that way, either."
"No?"
He looked between the three, "You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive."
"Right. So what changed?"
"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing....he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart..." he cuts off abruptly.
Dean looked at him, curiously, "What?"
"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why...why just throw it away?" he questioned.
Milena, Dean, and Sam all gave each other a look. Trying to figure out what did this.
***
"So how's your little crush on Dean going?" Sam asked as the two were sitting in the Impala waiting for Dean.
She slapped him in the back of the head, "Will you shut up about that. I told you it's done."
"Hmmm. Sure, say that to the way you were scared when he almost died in Baltimore."
"So, shouldn't I be scared that my best friend was being held at gunpoint?"
Sam turned to face her in the front seat, "Can you at least tell me when it happened?"
"When what happened?"
"You know, when you first started like him."
She sighed, "How about later. I don't feel like telling you when he could be coming any minute."
As she said that, Dean walks out of the Animal Protection Agency and gets into the car. "So?"
"Secretary's name is Carly. She's twenty three, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real."
Milena rolled her eyes, annoyed, "You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" she asked.
He holds up a piece of paper, "Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And," He pulls a post-it note off the paper, "I don't know what this thing is."
Sam took it and laughed, showing Milena. She rolled her eyes, pissed at this girl. "You mean Carly's MySpace address?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?" Sam laughed again and looked at Milena. "Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?" Dean asked.
Milena busted out laughing, "Sorry to break it to you but no."
***
The three approached a white suburban house and knocked on the door. Dean looked around the yard, "I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard...." The door opened to reveal a young woman. Dean pulled out his fake ID, "Afternoon, ma'am. Uh, animal control."
