She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine

[chstoryteller]

Characters: James Sawyer, Dug, Dairine Callahan
Rating: To be determined
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Vineyard
Relative Date: The Present
Status: Open to all

[[ OOC: Mod Note- The infected dog is located in a shed in the vineyard. This thread is taggable to all those who wish to find him. Other threads in progress of searching for the dog,

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[acomplex_guy]

Well, this was a bit much for one day; a talking dog, a laptop with legs and a dog with a disease - maybe this place was worse then the Island. And, Sawyer thought he saw it all there.

After chatting a bit in the kitchen, the group decided to seek out the dog. Sawyer wasn’t exactly sure yet what they would do with the dog, but something had to be done. As strange as it was, right now it was nice having a talking dog with them. Dug made the search very easy and fast compared to what it would have been without him. The castle had a lot of ground to cover, but Dug was able to sniff out the other dog and lead them right to him.

"So he’s in there," Sawyer motioned his head towards the shed.

[redfive_wizard]

"Just to be clear," Dairine said, "Do we have a plan beyond this point?"

She didn't even have a plan beyond this point, though it did seem like finding the source of the disease was a good idea. Then they could do some fancy retrograde work. Or something. This was the problem with only knowing about things in theory, but she figured Martha could at least give it a try. Of course, that might also be asking a lot out of Martha. There were things known as specialties.

[canisvocalis]

Dug hunched closer to the ground than normal and watched the area where he knew the other dog was. He didn't like this place and he liked it even less that so many of his new masters were willing to risk themselves to see the animal. "I will fight if the dog comes after us," the golden retriever proclaimed, but the collar seemed to always put a jaunty spin on the dog's words. Dug, of course, didn't look excited to fight.

He laid onto his stomach at Sawyer's feet, listening to the humans decide the fate of the other dog. Dug had not been able to greet him, but he looked friendly enough from afar. If not for the smell, Dug would have greeted the dog. But the smell was the same -- the dog was the cause of whatever was ailing the humans.

"We may need to warn the dog off," he mentioned. If it was anything like Dug, they'd be assaulted with dog kisses long before they could stop it.

[shesborntorun]

The tracks had been easy enough to follow, she didn't have to use her skills. Kate wasn't sure if she was glad, or sad. She wanted to impress him, wanted was the key word. Her luck it would be the one time she'd track the wrong thing, she was glad she didn't have to make that decision.

It wasn't a far walk, their conversation more superficial, discussing possible theories about the dog, in other circumstances they would have discussed other things. Obviously he'd done this before. Stopping, she unzipped her nap sack, she pulled out a bowie knife, tucking it between her belt buckle and blue jeans. Pulled out a handgun, zipped up her nap sack, lopped it through one arm, then pushing the other arm back she caught pulling in own. Pulling back the silver plating, she cocked the gun, the beautiful silver etchings hidden by the palm of her hand.

About that time, she spotted a familiar face up ahead.

The two walked the rest of the way in silence.

[shesborntorun]

Slightly shaking her head back and forth at the comment Kate, gave Sawyer a look. Rarely did he call her 'Freckles' anymore at this moment she found it comforting

[canisvocalis]

These words of warning from Dug: "Time is not to waste," and then he started in the direction of the doorway to the ramshackle shed, expecting at least Dairine to follow. He was worried, nervous, scared, but he knew that this other dog was as much a victim as the humans even without outward signs of sickness. Dog do not associate with sick animals, if at all possible. It was only natural. But more was at stake here than just one dog's life; many lives were hanging in the balance.

[redfive_wizard]

Dairine nodded at Marco when he appeared, but stayed focused.

"I'm probably already infected anyway," she said. She had the foresight not to include everyone in that statement--though that was probably true, too.

When Dug started moving forward, she hurried to catch up. "Thanks," she said. "Having you along is really helpful."

[shesborntorun]

Kate gave Dairine an appreciative smile. "Dug," Kate took a step forward, "Don't go in there yet, Dean's right, you don't know what else might in there.

"Call the dog out; can't you bark. Logically Dug, there haven't been any transmissions regarding a dangerous dog, try words first, please. It can't do any harm. If we get infected, there's a place we can go to get help."

'Men,' she thought, 'can't live with them, can't live without them. She was grateful there was another woman there. Brains were better than brawn sometimes.

Kate followed lagging behind, but ready for backup. She wasn't the kind to sit back and watch.

[OOC - I didn't get your comment, I promised Dug I'd post too.]

[canisvocalis]

The sick dog went first, stopping behind the shed to scratch. It didn't act particularly unhappy, but it wasn't jumping for joy, of course. Dug, in the meantime, kept to the back of the trio, and when it came down to it, didn't actually join Dean and the other dog. He sat at the side of the shed, keeping watch in case anyone decided to interfere.

"I cannot watch," Dug revealed to Dean, and even the collar translated it as sober.

Ol' Plaguey sat in the dirty snow and looked off in another direction, unfocused.

[like_dillinger]

Dean did another cursory glance to make sure he was well out of any sight lines, before leveling his gun at the back of the dog's head. He held it there for a longer moment than he would have liked to admit to, while the dog just stared off into space. He caught himself wondering idly about its old master, who looked sorta like him, apparently. He'd never had a dog - never had a pet of any kind, with the kinda lifestyle he'd led, and never given much thought to owning one. He figured he should feel bad, or something, sentimental or whatever, but he just couldn't find it in him, and it twisted his stomach as that old familiar hollow lack of feeling came creeping back up inside.

He searched around for any scrap of remorse he could conjure up over murdering somebody's dog in cold blood, but it wasn't coming. It was just like any other job. That disease made the thing a monster in its own right. And he put down monsters.

The bang echoed loudly through the clear midday air, and he stood there staring at the way the red sprayed

[canisvocalis]

Dug's head was hanging low until Winchester was at his side, and then he raised it. Sitting on the ground, he looked distant and thoughtful (at least as much as a dog was able.) "He did not feel pain?" The dog was trying to assure himself of that, seemed to decide on his own, and nodded. "He did not." And then a brief pause. "Thank you."

What would they do with him now? The golden retriever thought the other dog should be buried, but realized the humans would probably have different plans in mind.

He stood, finally, and looked up at Dean. "Thank you." A second time because he really meant it.

[likedillinger]

"I kept it quick," Dean replied, conflicted as to why he felt the need to reassure the damn talking dog. He tilted his head in the direction of the group. "We'll have to burn it. You wanna let 'em know, they can come say a little prayer for Fido or whatever." He flicked out his lighter and turned back towards the carcass. There was no use in letting the thing spread more disease after it was dead. Safest bet was incineration.