Not on Porpoise

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Supernatural Crossover.  I might call this Little Starfish 'verse if I write more than two drabbles for it.  We'll see.
Summary: It's not often that they get a Hunt in Florida.  But they're definitely going to find out what's going on at the aquarium.  (or: let's jojo all the things)
Word Count: 365
Rating: Uh, swearing.  Nothing else as of yet.  Except for the title.  Beware the pun in the title.  (I remembered that, oh yeah, they occasionally use puns...let's go the whole whale.  Because a hog is smaller than a whale and lives on land.)

            “We’re really very lucky to have Dr. Kujo,” the woman is saying as they walk into the office section of the aquarium.  At the look, she elaborates.  “He’s one of the world-renowned experts, particularly on sharks, though he also likes working with our cephalopods.”  They reach the door.  It’s closed, and instantly what Sam diagnoses as nervous chatter dies away.
            “What’s the matter?” Dean asks with his usual tact.
            “It’s just…he can be gruff at times.”
            The Winchesters exchange a look.  There are plenty of assholes in the world, but ‘does not play nicely with humans’ is one of the things on the checklist diagnosing ‘evil monster’.  That’s why they don’t stay outside when the woman walks in.
            She barely touches the man and he wakes, sweat and what looks like fear on his face.  It takes a few moments for him to come back to himself, and Dean frowns.  Something about the man’s movements was off, inhuman.
            “Sorry about that,” he responds in a gruff tone.  “Shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”  Then he glances with calm green eyes at the two newcomers, and a question enters his eyes.  “I didn’t miss a lecture or something, did I?”
            “These two gentlemen are here to investigate the deaths,” the secretary or whatever says, and the eyes sharpen.
            This man is confident and critical.  They’re not a threat, and he’s just far from impressed.  “Yeah, well, I was taking care of the brat.  I don’t see how I could help them anyway.”
            The woman cringes, and Dean comes to the rescue.  “It’s procedure to talk to everyone who works here.”
            “Yare yare,” Dr. Kujo mutters, annoyed, but glances at the clock and stands.  “It’s time for the feeding, so I guess we’ll talk there.  You’ve done your job; you can stop looking like a kicked puppy and go back to whatever you were doing.”  The secretary nods and leaves as quickly as she can.
            “Wouldn’t you rather do this in your office?” Sam asks softly, but only gets a snort in reply.
            “I don’t have anything to hide.  And if we don’t check in on the octopus, he’ll be an ass and eat all the research fish again.”