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Sam's poor, tousled head is all filled up with angst at the moment.

He's a few streets away from the house they're all staying in, perched on somebody's porch, drinking a purloined beer and thinking Very Deep Thoughts.

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"No, Dean...I did. I know I did. But it's not going to happen again."

Sam looks over at the driveway of the house, which melts, dripping slowly into the street.

"I'm not going to let it happen again."

"Dude. They're hellhounds. You can't even see them! The hell you can help me out on this."

Dean glares at him. Didn't they already have this argument ... a lot?

"I'm tellin' you, just -- be prepared. Conversation over!"

You know what's a good way to interrupt the angst?

Flying motorcycle.

Point.

Stare.

"Dude."

"What the shit?"

The bike lands, and its driver takes his helmet of, grinning cheerfully at Dean.

"Hullo! I rather think I owe you an apology."

Sam is just going to stand here and be confused now.

"...for ... savin' my life?" Dean guesses warily, eyes narrowing. "Tell me y'didn't kill someone else to do it. Please."

Because, you know, life-saving miracles tend to come with that catch in his experience.

"No, no! Nothing like that, bloody hell. No, I meant, for after. The, uh. The big...black dog?"

Sirius looks sheepish.

"That was me, you see. I've the power to take that form, and I was, well, following you to make sure nothing happened to you. But I think I scared you. So I'm sorry."

Sam is still confused.

But he understands that this kid saved Dean's life! And also that he isn't a Hellhound!

So, all in all, YAY.

Dean, meanwhile, is just staring at him.

"... that was you?"

THIS IS NOT HIS BELIEVING VOICE.

Sirius jumps down off the bike, and then changes form.

"Woof," says Padfoot.

Bark like a Howitzer.

".............................huh."

Dean's hand falls slowly from his knife.

"... well, shit."

Sirius changes back, looking apologetic.

"Yeah. Like I said, I'm sorry..."

"You tracked him all the way from New York to tell him that?"

Sam is impressed now.

Dean is shaking his head, breathing out a slow sigh of pure relief.

"I'm glad he did," he mutters to Sam, and then, louder: "No hellhounds, huh."

"Hellhound?"

Sirius laughs quietly.

"Depends on which of my teachers you ask."

That grin is a lot like Dean's, in that it probably heralds some sort of mischief.

Possibly it was dangerous to introduce these two.

Sam snorts.

"Well, uh. Thanks. For finding us...and for saving Dean's life. He's my brother, so.....thanks. A lot."

Sam may be mentally classifying Sirius as NEW BEST FRIEND right now.

"Yeah, they used t'say that about me too," Dean says, smirking a little.

Sirius nods at Sam, and smirks back at Dean.

"I once hexed a teacher's robes so anytime he tried to give detentions, he'd end up dancing the can-can instead."

SIRIUS DO NOT GIVE DEAN IDEAS.

Dean's grinning already.

"Yeah? Sweet. Best I ever did was blow up the toilets.

"... at four different schools. I was experimentin'!"

"Brilliant."

Sirius beams.

Sam looks terrified.

Dean grins.

It's entirely possible he has a new kid protege. Sam is right to be afraid.