A/N: So hello everyone! Let me set something things straight right now. First of all I have only seen season 6 of supernatural as of now, but I will not be going in depth into any of their crazy family problems. I might make some mention to it on the side, but as of now there won't be any talk about that. Cas is still a back and forth too so thoughts if he should be put in would be great! On the teen wolf side as of know the alphas happened, but everyone fucking lived okay? Because I do need some happiness and this is how it comes out. As of know this is unbetaed since my old beta is taking time off to do her own writing thing and my other one doesn't watch spn and has only seen the first six episodes of teen wolf. So if anyone would like to give it a stab or know someone who would like to know let me know. Wow that is long. Okay now go read!

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Sam looked up as Dean finished up a call with some hunter that he had yet to meet. They had stopped in some small town somewhere in just out of Colorado barely

into Utah to rest and figure out a new case. The hotel was shit and he was pretty sure the stain on the floor was blood and not throw up like the manger had

promised. They were only there for one night though so he could put up with it. And it was not like he had seen worse. Sam noticed the dark circles under Dean's

eyes when he turns to speak to him.

"Naldo just called. Said he came across some harpies up near Seattle, but they don't seem to be causing trouble yet, but he is going to keep an eye out on them for a

day or two. Anyway got anything good? I am dying for something bloody and gruesome. Not witches though. Fucking hate witches."

"Well I think I found something." Sam asked reaching for a glass of water on the table.

"Town called Beacon Hills, California. They have had some troubles in the past before around six or seven years ago and then it all settled down. Now though it

started back up again only worse. It started out small just attacks, but then someone caught some wolf like animal that apparently walked on two legs. That problem

went away and then something else came up. A string of deaths and six people were paralyzed at a local gay club where people reported seeing a lizard man. Bodies

were up and were eaten. Soon after there was an attack at the police station where half of the police force got torn apart by something. Not soon after bodies started

piling up with their heads smashed in and throats slashed. Get this three of the nine that were killed were virgins. On the less gory death side a girl with epilepsy was

cured. She was expected to die soon, but suddenly did a complete turnaround is strutting around the town healthy as you please. " Sam finished and looked at Dean

whose mouth was hanging open in shock.

"Wow." Was all he said. .

"Yeah I know." Sam continued on. "Things having been quite for a long time now, but I want to go do some digging just to see what happened and see if we can deal

the thing or things that caused all the trouble."

"Sooo let me get this straight. Small town. Perfectly happy everybody has two point five children with a white picket fence and a dog. Then the world suddenly seems

to go to shit? Dude we are so going there! Think we could do a pit stop at Hollywood on the way there?"

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The town was cute; and it was hard to imagine something horrible ever going on in this town, so naturally something horrible did in fact have to happen. Many, many

times. Dean pulled into the cheapest looking motel they could find and after driving all day Sam's butt was numb and his knees ached from being cramped inside the

impala all day and while the town did seem to have a good few of abandon buildings most likely from years ago when people actually went to small towns like this to

buy stuff it was lacking in cheap motels that would suit their needs. The lady at the desk was too friendly to be normal and even Dean was too tired to flirt with her.

After climbing the stairs to the room they enter it and Dean throws his bag on his bed while Sam places his gently on the floor next the bed. Bedbugs and all that.

"Alright then. So tomorrow? Do you want to do some digging first or go talk to the sheriff and everyone else now?" Sam asks turning to look at Dean who was now

face first into the pillow and the only noise Sam hears is "Mffff." He just sighs and drags out their suits and frowns at their fraying edges and makes a mental note to

get them replaced soon. Maybe some nicer ones this time. He searches the room for an iron because Dean's was looking even wrinklier than usual. While he doubted

anyone in this sleepy town has even seen a FBI agent he was pretty sure none of them were dumb enough to assume they would let their agents walk around in

wrinkly suits. Though, he thinks, they would not let them drive around in 1967 impala's either. He takes a break from his hunt for an iron to look over at Dean. His

mouth is now hanging open slightly and Sam smiles just a little at the picture it makes. Sam felt he brain urging him to get some sleep so he heed its call and went to

sleep.

"To tell you both I am surprised that we haven't seen some of you fellas around here sooner." Sam just smiles and speaks.

"Well, it does take away while to get things going. There are about 40 people killed per day in the U.S alone." The Sheriff rubbed his head and sighed.

"I suppose what has been happening in this town recently does not help in that matter. Honestly I don't know what has been happening recently. Nothing like this has

happened since the Hale fire. It is still hard to process it sometimes. The fact that it was a kid one time does not help it." Dean smiled cryptically.

"It always helps us to think of them more as things rather than people sometimes. They seem to have lost their humanity. If they ever had it." Sam shoots him a

look, because this is not the time to be making veiled jokes about supernatural creatures. Something catches his eyes and he looks past Dean to see what seems to

be arms waving dramatically before disappearing from view. He looks back to Sheriff Stilinski and asks.

"Can you tell us what happened that night? At the Sheriff's station that night I mean. Using your words other than the ones written on paper."

"Uhh let's see, well my son, his best friend, and I were going through some evidence since we believed that we had found the person responsible for the deaths

happening recently. I sent Stiles out to tell Malleny to let Scott's mom in when she came to the station because we needed her to identify Matt; when Stiles came back

with Matt. He made us turn in our cell phones and that I was handcuffed to a bench in the jails cells. It was silent for a little bit, but then there was a gunshot. Matt

came in later with Melissa and Scott who was shot right about here," He paused and gestured to his lower right section of his torso. "After locking Melissa in the one

jail cell they left again and it was silent once more. It much have been five minutes later when all the lights went off in the station. There was even more gun shots,

but they were different this time. Something of a higher caliber. I pulled the hook off of the wall so I could get Melissa out and find out what was going on when Matt

came up behind me and knocked me out. I just remember waking up some time later to find him drowned in the river." He shook his head. "That is it I am afraid.

You'll have to talk to one of the other three to find out more." Sam smiled trying not to let his disappointment shine through at the lack of information they received.

"Thanks Sheriff you have been helpful-" He broke off when there was a loud thud against the glass. Everybody jumped and turned to look out the window. A boy

stood there with a sheepish look on his face. He waved meekly before ducking out of view again. "Uhh," Dean looked at the Sheriff for an explanation. The Sheriff

sighed and rubbed his head.

"That would be mine." Sam looked back out the window where the kid had stood and saw him peek over the edge of the window before ducking back down.

"Anyway," Dean drawled, "Can you tell us about the string of other deaths? That ones that were labeled cult killings." The Sheriff shook his head. "We still have not

pieced that one together. All we can gather from that is that the person or persons all believed in some sort of pagan thing to be doing human sacrifices. I am sure

you've seen it." Sam nodded.

"And the other murder's? The ones before all of the rest of the stuff happened?"

"The ones with Kate Argent? We closed those as tying loose ends up, but the same with Matt I have no idea how she made those look like animal attacks. I mean at

one point she even hacked into the video feed in one store and created some giant monster animal to put in it! It even looked like some werewolf!" He laughed, but

quickly sobered up. "We still haven't solved her murder, but to tell you the truth I do not think anyone is really trying. Everyone loved the Hale family. I am sorry I

couldn't help you more gentlemen, but I'm afraid that is all I have for you." Dean and Sam stood up and both shook his hand.

"It is alright Sheriff you have been more than helpful."

A/N2: Thoughts and comments are well appreciated and mulled over and given thought while flames are laughed at and ignored.