A/N: I'm back again!... Late again... Hope you like this chapter because it took me forever to write due to my annoying writers block, eurgh.

"Dude, I'm hungry." "When aren't you?" "I'm serious!" Sam rolled his eyes. "Then just pull into the nearest diner. You don't have to tell me that you're hungry."

Dean glanced over at his brother, raising an eyebrow. "You hungry?" "A little, yeah."

The Impala crawled into the next service station. Dean got out the car, stretching at the same time. "Alright, I'm going to go get some snacks for the road. You couldn't do us a favour and fill her up Sammy."

Before Sam could reply, his older brother had walked off. "Yeah, why not?" He muttered, climbing out of the car and walking round to the fuel pumps.

The younger Winchester looked around as he filled the car's engine. Where they had stopped seemed friendly enough. Evergreen trees had been planted at regular intervals at the roadside and there didn't seem to be anything out of place or out of the ordinary. "All that's missing is the apple pie." He said quietly, a small smile forming on his lips.

Halfway through a chocolate bar, Dean stepped outside the store, carrying a large variety of snacks and a newspaper under his arm. "Hey Sam, you seen this?" He asked as he reached his brother.

The newspaper fell onto the boot of the car, the front page staring straight out at the Winchesters. The headline read:

Three Dead After Late-Night Bear Attack at Local Campsite

"Bear attack? They are rare but it's not like they don't happen at all Dean." "Yeah but what state are we in Sam?" "Indiana. Why's that so important?" "And how many bears are in Indiana?"

Sam's eyes widened at his brother's words. Dean's mouth grew into a knowing smirk. "So what you're saying is-" "Is that by the looks of it, we have a case."

About half an hour later, Sam and Dean had checked into the nearest motel and were beginning to compile research on the supposed bear attack.

"So," Sam started, his gaze lifting from his computer screen to look at his brother "Apparently a group of friends had gone to this campsite for a party but only four stayed. The girl who survived the attack claimed to have heard strange noises coming from the woods behind their tents, so she woke up her friends. They didn't believe her, however, so she left the campsite to look for the source of the noise. When she got back, the tents had been ripped apart and her friends were dead."

Dean rolled his eyes. "That sounds like some bullshit horror movie plot." "That's why I said apparently," Sam muttered. "Anyway. I reckon we should go check out this campsite before anything else happens." "I agree."

The Winchesters rose from their respective positions and walked out the motel room. Little did they know that a figure was watching them from the shadows of the building.