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"Agents Lonoff and Hanks." My nose scurries across the slick tiled floor as I try to smell for anything funny. Dean and Sam flash their badges for clearance to see the body.

"Sure, right this way." A man, probably the mortician, leads the way. "I'm Mort by the way, but you probably don't care. Anyway! Here's the man." Mort opens the drawer holding Ronald Klumpar.

"Woo!" Dean fans the air, recoiling away from the apparent smell. 'Yuck!' Since I'm a dog, I can't exactly cover my nose.

Inspecting a little bit before turning, Sam asks the man in glasses. "Do you know what happened?" 

"Nnnot exactly. Something about walking through the park on his way home from work. Other than that, I really don't know. But based on his body, I'd say he was mugged and attacked or something..."

"Same park as Don... Sam, we should go and try to see if we can dig anything else up."

Sam whispers back, the mens' backs turned from Mort, "Dean I looked at everything. I don't see what else we can find out about these men..."

Dean growls then looks to me. "What do you think Arya?"

"M-me!?" I bark, surprised that they'd ask for my opinion. "I don't know! Gosh I wish I can just speak."

"Um, sorry for overhearing your...loud conversation..." 'Yeah Dean's not very good with inside voices...' Mort continues, "But I might be able to help if you'd like? I sorta knew Ron. He'd come in to polish an urn he kept. Usually just touch ups and what not."

"Oh. That'd be great," A smile forms on Moose's face. "Can you tell us anything on his recent behavior before his death?"

"Well, not much I'm afraid. He was the same old guy. However, he seemed even more on edge than usual. And that's saying something! He's always nervous around the townsfolk."

With a notepad and pen out, Sam asks, "Do you know why? Anything he might have said without knowing or thinking someone was listening?" 

"Well..." Mort looks up to the ceiling and rubs his chin. While all of this is happening, I sit neatly and nicely beside my best friend's feet. "I saw him talking nonsense outside. He was going on about a kid and how they didn't mean it."

I bark but Dean speaks, "That actually helps a lot. Thanks Mort!" Dean and Sam shake his hand with you know who giving his charming smile.

"Hey no problem!" 

We walk out and stop when the door closes. "So...the park? Or more research?" I ask even though I just make myself annoyed from the lack of answers that I know I will never get.

"Arya!" The three of our heads turn to the sound of a little girl's voice. 

"Louise!" I bark happily, my tailing wagging as she comes up and pets me.

"Hey, agents! Working? Oo! Did you go look at the new body that recently turned up!? I wanted to look, too, but Mort wouldn't let me!" She stomps her foot on the ground much like when we first met. "What did he look like? Was it gross? Did it smell?"

"Whoa, calm down," Sam chuckles, pumping his hands downward. "Yes, we're working, but no, we're not telling you anything. You're pretty strange you know that?"

"Pfft, whatever. I'm looking into this case on my own as well! Well, with Gene and Tina, too, but I don't think they're taking it as serious as I am. Specifically Gene. He's such a scaredy cat!"

'Don't stop petting!' I growl but stop as soon as her little hands resume their graceful petting.

"Well maybe you should just leave the real feds to the cases, Louise." I watch as Dean tries to convince this young child to do as he says with his award winning smile. And, even though I don't know Louise as well, I can tell she's not gonna let this one go.

She yells, pointing her finger in the air, "No siree, sirs! I'm gonna crack this case if it's the last thing I do!" Then she marches off mumbling about how she could possibly convince her siblings to do something. She walked too far off so I couldn't hear. And I'm sure the boys couldn't have heard anything so I'm left knowing while they don't with no way to communicate.

"Okay, so we may have to be careful and make sure she isn't around anymore. She's a sneaky one, huh?" Sam asks, looking down to me. I nod gently. We make our way to the Impala and get inside. The older brother brings the case up about four minutes after driving away.

"So, we have two out of three friends killed in the same area. Mort said Ron mumbled about some kid and how they didn't mean it. Accidental killing?"

"Seems likely," Sam says with a hand on his chin as he sifts through police reports. "But I don't see any missing children reports.

"Mmm," I wonder. "Maybe the family was devastated enough to wanna keep it secret!" I feel pretty good about my idea.

"Dude," Dean deadpans at a red light, turning to look to me and then Sam, "do you think Cas could translate?"

'Cas? Speak human-turned-dog?! I'm not that lucky!'

"You really think Castiel could speak dog? He's an angel, Dean, not a dog whisperer."

At that, they both turn and stare at me. So I give them a snarl and roll my eyes and then lay down with my chin on my front, out-stretched, paws.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: "Allriiiiight!!" -Linda Belcher~~

'How could things have possibly gone this bad in a matter of mere seconds!?'

~A mere hour ago~

"Got the E.M.F?" 

"Of course I got the E.M.F, Sammy, what kind of hunter do you take me for?"

'A sometimes incompetent one?' I snicker, gaining a look of evil from Dean.

"I was just making sure. Sometimes you forget your gear. Most days I feel like Arya's more prepared than you." I hold my head up high proudly, showing off my very own emf in my mouth.

"So?"

"She's a dog!"

Before they could explode into a full blown argument, which I know they will, I bark to shut them up. The machine in my mouth drops of course. It goes off, which at first I thought because I dropped it, but it proves otherwise when the temperature gets noticeably and supernaturally colder.

"You told Jon to walk the other way home, right?" Dean asks his Sasquatch of a brother.

"Yes, why?" Sam gets his answer a second later when Dean cries out.

'Since when do targets listen to these boys?' I think morbidly.

"Crap! He's coming!" Dean's right, that idiot is walking down the very path his friends died on.

"AhhH! What do we do now! I've seen it in the show but it's never happened since I got here!" I start to panic and run around the boys' legs.

"Arya! Calm down! Sam!" I ignore the large hands that try to calm me and eventually they stop. Soon, I stop as well, panting with my tongue hanging out. "Geez, are you done?"

I nod sorrowfully and apologetically. Dean pats my head in acceptance and that boosts my spirits a little.

"Alright, Arya, go distract Jon, will ya? Me and Dean are gonna look around. Make sure you protect him since this ghost will most likely be anywhere." Sam gives me a stern look and I nod back just as serious.

After meeting with Mort the mortician, the brothers came up with the idea of an accidental killing between the three men and now the vengeful spirit wants revenge. That's why we came out tonight to check the place for any remnants of the last murder to see if we were right.

Since the temperature dropped and the E.M.Fs went crazy, it's safe to say Dean was right. We were gonna look around for clues or something and then research who might have died, questioned Jon now that he's back, and then maybe salt and burn whatever remained, but, of course, plans fall apart as Ron shouldn't have been here.

Now the vengeful spook is going haywire, probably itching to kill their last murderer. 

"Jon!" I bark and run over to the man, spooking him to almost drop the phone that was up to his ear. He looks down to me and growls, trying to shoo me away with his foot.

"Ugh! Get away you mangy mutt!" I don't relent, though, eager to keep this arrogant jerk safe from harm even though, like I said, he's an arrogant jerk.

The uncanny noise of a ghost flickering into existence makes my blood run cold. A young boy, maybe five to six years old appears in front of me and the man. Funny enough, though I shouldn't be thinking about this right now but I can't help it cause my ears are sensitive, Jon's phone really does drop onto the cement path and shatters into a million pieces.

Jon cowers. "Wh-what the Hell is that!?"

"You three did this to me. I killed your friends and YOU'RE next!" The ghost starts making his way to us.

"No! No it was an accident! We didn't mean it! I swear!"

I can't afford to listen to Jon's pathetic cries for mercy, so I take action by running at the boy. He flickers to let me phase right though him which I'm okay with since I need to get one or both of the boys' attention.

"Sam, Dean, get your butts over here!" I bark at the top of my lungs. Not even a minute goes by when both of them come running out from the tree line.

"Dean!" Sam yells and a gunshot goes off. Dean fired salt rounds, making the child cry out as he disappeared.

"Come on, let's go!" Sam grabs my collar while Dean grabs Jon. "Shut up and get in the car! He yells at the man. Sam rolls his eyes at the defiance of the targets. Sometimes, I just wanna let them die. Buuuuuuut obviously that's not how we roll.

"You okay, girl?" I smile and shake my head, to which Sam gives me an affectionate scratch.

As we drive back to the motel, I sit in the back with a shock stricken Jon, who's currently not giving me any eye contact. I make sure to give him the stinkiest eyes.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Bark bork heck sniff snarl bjorf~~

~25 minutes before present time~

"Look, Jon, you need to tell us what happened."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Jon denies knowing anything and is starting to get on my nerves.

Growling, I stand up to lean my upper body weight on the man's legs. He recoils and cowers, scared of my big, sharp teeth.

"He-hey man! Get your dog off-a me!"

Sam, to my utmost delight, just leans back, crosses his arms and smirks, saying, "I think you should tell us what we want to know."

Even Dean looks proud at his smugness. Maybe Jon's getting on all of our nerves and Sam took advantage of the situation, 'haha'!.

"Uh, erm, so maybe me and the guys had an...accident..." He dabs his sweaty forehead with a pocketed handkerchief.

"What kind?"

"Okay, okay... So a month ago me, Ron, and Don were all drunk. We...Donald was driving and Ron came up with the brilliant idea to take a shortcut through the park. It was getting close to dark so we figured nobody would be out at the time. Next thing we knew...we ran over that little boy."

We stay silent, urging the man to continue even though he looks to be close to breaking down. We're not in the need of a chick flick moment so I growl.

"Er, anyways... the boy was so mangled we didn't know what to do! I think he died on impact but we weren't sure, so took the body and buried him under the swing set. We didn't wanna get in trouble! Please! You have to help me! I don't wanna die like Ron and Don!"

'Dang this guy sure is pathetic...'

Now that we know what we're dealing with, we grab our salt and burning gear and head out, leaving Jon by himself in the motel room to stay safe, appropriately and embarrassingly sitting criss-cross apple sauce in the middle of a salt circle.

~5 minutes till present time~

I hate this part. My best friends would have me sniff out the exact location of the buried when there was no gravestone to go off of. It's actually a lot harder than the dogs on TV make it look.

'Not here... Oh- gosh- ugh! Definitely not here! There's dog bag stations all around the park for a reason, people!'

"Hah, Arya just snuffed out some doo." Dean gets a smack in the chest for that one.

"Real mature, Dean." I'm glad Sam's on my side for most things.

"Got it!" The two go straight to digging.

~Present Time~

The brothers don't get a foot into the ground before all Hell breaks loose. The kid, whose name we found out to be Adrian, flickers in angrily and flings Dean backwards.

"Dean!" Sam worriedly rushes after his brother as I stay and growl in a defensive position. It vanishes in a blink so I head over to check on my boys. "You alright?" I hear Sam ask.

Dean groans and accepts his brothers hand to help him up. "Ugh, yeah. Little brat got the jump on us!"

"Let's just hurry up and burn the bones." I wholeheartedly agree.

"Bones? Is that why there's a shallow hole in the ground?" All of our heads shoot to the new voice.

"Louise?!" I bark in surprise. 'What is she doing here?!'

"Louise! This is dangerous and you need to leave immediately!" Sam jogs up to her and tries to guide her away but she ducks and avoids him with her small figure.

"No! I researched a bunch of this crap from some weirdos named Ghostfacers where you gotta salt and burn the bones of vengeful spirits! I'm totally prepared! Also...," she narrows her eyes, "you three aren't normal FBI agents, are you?"

All three of us sigh at the same time, having gotten that question many times before. "No, we aren't, and I don't care how 'prepared' you think you are, you need to leave before you get hurt!"

"BEGONE!" Adrian appears again, looking furious. He stretches his arm out, his hand towards the bunny-eared girl. He lifts her up and attempts to fling the girl but I got there in time to grip the bottom of her dress with my teeth to hold her down. After doing that, I crouch and stay above her for protection.

"WHERE'S JON? HE NEEDS TO PAY LIKE THE REST OF THEM!"

"Hurry up and burn the bones, dang-it!!!" I shout over the sudden wind.

"GRAH!" Ghost boy once again goes after the other two who were still trying to uncover the body.

"This is gonna take forever! They need my help!" Louise shouts from below. I growl and glare at her, trying to say, 'No way!'.

Blearily, I pinpoint the brothers struggling to hold their own. 'This kid must have died super angry!'

"Yo kid!" Louise is standing up front with her hands on her hips. 'WHAT? HOW-WHEN?' I look underneath me to where she is, almost comically.

"IT'S ADRIAN!" Adrian grinds his teeth.

"Okay, Adrian, what's got your panties twisted in a super knot?" 

"You don't just ask why a spirit is mad! Ugh!" I run in front of the nine year old to protect her just in case.

"Those adults killed me! Hit me with their car and then buried me! They didn't even care I was still alive! I was paralyzed! I couldn't speak! Couldn't move! They didn't even bother to check my pulse! Now they will pay! I was alive when they buried me for three hours before dying!"

'Okay that's actually extremely morbid...'

"Yikes," Louise winces. "But...uh, hey!" I look at her confusedly at the change of tone, so I turn to see what's wrong. She's eyeing the brothers who are getting back up. 'HOLY CRAP DEAN HAS A TREE BRANCH IN HIS SHOULDER!' Sam's helping his brother but Dean just waves him to finish the job while sitting against a tree stump.

"What?" Adrian sounds more impatient than angry now, which is better.

"I'm a kid...you're a kid...why don't we, you know, chat about kid things? That Jon guy you're after isn't here after all, right?"

"Uhm...I've never had another kid, let alone girl, talk to me before... but..." He turns around to Sam, who freezes in place. "What about THEM!?" Again, he readies to throw him, but I came up with an incredible idea.

I walk up to the young'un and whine, giving him my best puppy eyes. That thankfully distracts him, because you know what? A kid is still a kid. Vengeful spirit or not. "H-hi, puppy..." He shyly pats my head.

"That's it..." Louise mumbles, watching out of the corner of her eye as Sam salts the poor boy's corpse.

"Wait..." Adrian's leg goes up in flames and he starts to panic. "NO! YOU TRICKED ME! ARGH!" I thought it was over when he went completely into flames. But my heightened dog senses hears something flying at top speed. A tree branch, sharpened to a vicious point, hurdling straight towards Louise.

'He must have done that last resort! Why didn't it drop mid-air when he disappeared!?' I freak out and my body moves on its own.

"ARYA!" I hear Louise's cry as I jumped and knocked her down with an "Oof!"

'Owwwwww....' I think my adrenaline is still running since I actually don't feel anything except the impact when I hit the ground. 'Maybe it missed?'

I stand up, not feeling anything, and check on the little girl. 'She's completely fine, what a relief!'

"Sam! Get over here!" Louise cries. I turn around to see the taller boy helping his limping brother.

"A little busy here, Louise!" he calls back with desperation. 

'Shoot! I should help!'

"LOUISE!" With my ears, I can hear multiple sets of feet come running towards us even though we only heard one person yell. A woman with black shoulder length hair and red rimmed glasses comes barreling at Louise, reaching me and her but taking the younger girl into a hug. "Oh my baby! My stupid, stupid baby!"

'Tough love?'

"Oh gosh, there you are, Louise. We've been searching for you everywhere!" Bob from Bob's Burgers and the kids are here, too!

"Gene! Tina!" she whines, "You were supposed to put a dummy under my blankets!"

"A dummy!? How dumb do you think we are?!" 'Ohhhh that must be Linda, their mom and Bob's wife! I remember now!'

"We got worried and told Mom and Dad when you didn't come back." Tina explains monotonously.

"Oh my gosh you're hurt!" Linda points at Dean who Sam just helped walk up behind us. "Holy crap! You need to get to the hospital!"

"She's right, Dean! We gotta go!" I bark in agreement.

"Oh dear whatever God is up there! Arya! Your leg!" Dean coughs out and Sam whispers a curse under his breath.

"What? I'm fine! Maybe a little bruised..."

"Oh gosh..." Bob's eyes widen and everyone stares at me, making me self conscious. 

"Sam, what's wrong with her? She's acting fine?" Gene asks.

Slowly, Sam comes over after leaving Dean to lean on Bob, who readily agreed, and kneels down to ask me, "Arya...do you feel any pain?"

I shake my head, not knowing what these guys' problems are. "She's in shock..." Squirrel sighs. "Arya, there's a huge ass branch in your leg."

"Dean!" Sam reprimands, standing up. I look down to my back left leg. 'Holy...crap...' He's right. There is a huge ass tree branch going right through my leg. Mostly my thigh part. 'But I don't feel it! Oh gosh!'  My breathing picks up. "She's having a panic attack! Bob," said man perks up, "did you bring your car?" He nods. "Great, I need you to drive us to the vets."

"Right." Everyone starts piling in the Belcher's red car. Linda and Tina carry me and lay me down in the trunk.

And then I blacked out.

~Sam's POV~

Dean and I get in the back seat with Tina and the two others squeeze up front with Bob and Linda. "Don't you need to go to the hospital!? You have a branch in your shoulder, too! How did this even happen!? What kind of case were you guys working?!" Too many questions to be answered at once!

I sigh, "Look, Linda, this kind of thing happens all the time," Dean groans when I touch his branch but I continue, "and I'm used to patching my partner up. Arya hasn't been hurt like this before, though, so I'm more worried about her."

"Ow, thanks, Sammy..." 

I chuckle, glad to see Dean's attitude back in the slightest which means he's at least a little better.

"Tina, could you put pressure right here?" I advise the teen to put both her hands down on Dean's shoulder a little off to the side of the wound.

"Sure."

"Thanks. Okay, ready Dean?" I ask with a grip on the blasted tree limb.

"Hell no!"

"Good. One, two-"

"GAHH!" The man leans up so fast when I rip it out. "I thought you were gonna count to three?!" He punches me in the chest. I just sigh. 

"Then you'd be expecting it, idiot."

"Whatever, how's Arya?" 

"She passed out from shock."

"Damn. What the hell even happened?"

I roll my eyes. 'Does he really think I'd explain it to him right here and now?' "I'll tell you later," I tell him with my jaw locked, slightly nodding to the other people in the car.

"Right..."

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Sam touching Dean's branch *Insert Lenny Face*~~

After sending Arya in, we all take a seat in the waiting room. I turn to the parents of the kids. "Look, we really appreciate you driving us, but we can take it from here."

"No way! Arya saved my life! I'm staying!" Louise defies as she stands on her chair.

"Louise! Sit down! You're still in trouble!" I chortle but sober when the mom turns to me. "We also appreciate your dog for saving our baby's life, so waiting for her is the least we can do." The rest of the Belchers nod.

I smile. "Well I'm sure she'll love to see you all when she gets out." After the conversation ends I frown as I look to Dean who is standing up at the counter. At first, I thought he was hitting on the receptionist but instead, I see his face contorted in anger, worry, and just plain sadness.

'He must be taking this hard...Probably blaming himself, too... I've never seen him this worried for Arya...'

The vet who took our friend in comes out. "Sam and Dean? Can I speak to you two?"

Yaaaay another chapter!