DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE PLOT AND ANY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS TO APPEAR IN ANY CHAPTERS.

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED TO FIT MY STORYLINE BETTER. PLEASE RE-READ THE NEW VERSION. I was excited to get this story posted and realized there were a few details that happened before I had planned and vice versa. Now I feel much more on track than what was previously written. If you're reading this for the first time them just ignore my notes lol. The story is set somewhere after Jo and Ellen's death and before the apocalypse. Reviews are welcome; let me know what you think and if you find any errors, please point them out to me.

CHAPTER 1: TURLOCK, CA

The impala blindly crept through the intense fog. A night of driving in clear conditions abruptly stopped at the Turlock city line. California's valley is well known for its blinding humidity during the cold seasons, but this was just ridiculous.

"You're gonna miss the turn." Sam had been paying attention more intently then Dean realized. Sam looked back out his window into the fog.

"No I'm not. I know exactly where I'm going." Dean kept the impala at a low speed while he strained his eyes through the dense blanket of moisture. "Son of a bitch!"

"I told you so." Sam was tired of driving for eight hours from Arizona. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, ignoring Dean's frustration.

"Shut up." Dean made a sharp u-turn. A loud horn yelled out as headlights touched them through the fog. The impala screeched as Dean swerved out of the way. "Dammit! I hate this town!"

"Dean, relax, we've only been here ten minutes. Hey don't miss it again. Turn here." Sam leaned his head back against the window.

"Here?"Dean was about to speed past the motel entrance again.

"Yes here! Now!" The sudden turn knocked Sam's head against the window as he slammed into the passenger door. Sam huffed and gave Dean a 'you're lucky I don't kill you' look and grabbed one of many fake credit cards as he stormed out of the car. Dean just gave a smile and a 'ha ha' while he waited. Sam made his way into the motel check-in desk. An Indian man sat in an old beat up chair reading magazines. "One room please." He set his card on the counter.

"Room 9, middle area on right side."

Compared to their usual, or rather unusual motel rooms, this one was very plain. "Ok so, it's too late to get anything from the locals and I'm sure the police station is closed so I guess I'll just do some research online. Why don't you just get some rest while you can."

"Yeah whatever, wake me if you find something." Dean was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.


The crisp morning air sent a chill through Dean. The fog had no intention of letting up regardless of the rising sunshine. He unlocked the motel room door with donuts and coffee. Sam slept with his head stuck to papers over the small table. "Sam." No response. He kicked the chair. "Sammy! Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" Sam jolted with paper stuck to the side of his face. Dean's insistent rudeness always gave him the urge to land a heavy punch to Dean's face.

"I'm up, geez" Sam rubbed his eyes. "You're in a better mood."

"Yeah well, they have great donuts around here." Dean tossed him a bag full and stuffed one in his mouth. "What did you find out?"

"Well, not much about this town. Founded in 1871, by John William Mitchell and named after something in Ireland. Looks like just another railroad town built with the Pacific Railroad. The fairgrounds here used to be a Japanese Internment camp during World War II, but I doubt whatever we're hunting has any connection to that. Oh and get this, it was cited for having the most churches per capita in the U.S."

"Ok, anything useful? You know on the missing people?" Dean's sarcasm never failed to emerge at the very least once a day.

"Yeah I got copies of the missing people's report online." Sam ruffled through his papers. "Out of the twenty-seven people missing, nine were recently found dead and eaten by coyotes and the rest are still missing."

"Any patterns?"

"Sort of." Sam huffed at Dean's question and separated the papers.

"What do you mean 'sort of'?"

"Well, the problem is sorting through what's really coyotes, runaways, or something from our department." Dean sat in a chair across from him and finished his donut. "Come on Dean are we sure there's a job here?"

"Are you kidding me? Just look outside! You can't tell me that the creepy fog that just happens to only cover this little town, isn't a big hint." Dean leaned back in his chair. "Besides, a few hours northeast and we're in Reno." Dean gave Sam a devilish smile. Sam returned it with a stern look.

"Yeah driving four hours through ice and snow over the sierra pass is so close." Sam looked over his findings once more. A crease began to form over his eyebrows.

"Hey, I know that look, what did you find?"

"If you get rid of these five and assume they have nothing to do with this then there could be a pattern. Out of the twenty-two left, all males were between twenty and twenty-three, and all females were between nineteen and twenty-one. The only ones found dead were males dumped in various places of the country with their chest ripped open and hearts missing. Werewolf maybe? But they don't correspond to any lunar cycles."

"Yeah well, with all the creatures being extra weird lately I don't doubt it. Unless you think it could be a wendigo gone rouge or some ghoul or something." Sam shook his head.

"That's farfetched even for us. You how creatures are about their rules."

"Right. I'll get the silver."

"Hey Dean, look at this." Sam spread out a map of Turlock. "If you mark where all the dead bodies were found, they pretty much leave a five mile perimeter around this old abandoned barn on Bradbury Rd. I bet that's where it is, but something worries me. What about the thirteen people who went missing and were never found?"

"They're probably either dead or possibly one themselves." Dean cocked his gun full of silver bullets and cleaned his silver knife.

"That's just great, a town full of loose werewolves." They gave each other a look and headed for the impala.


Dean parked the impala across from the barn hidden within the fog covered bushes. "So, are we sure it's a werewolf? And when we go in there its possible there will be more than one highly, super charged, human turned savage beast."

"Yes." Sam bluntly put it.

"It is more likely that you are about to run into a nest of skinwalkers." Sam and Dean practically jumped out of their seats.

"Holy crap! Cas! A little warning next time. Freakin' angels." Dean rolled his eyes. "Ok fine, they're skinwalkers, either way we got plenty of silver. Why are you even here?"

"There is something here. I don't quite understand what it is and I need your help." Cas sat still in the back seat waiting for them to agree. "It's creating this dense fog along with enokian magic to hide from us."

"If you haven't noticed we're in the middle of killing off some monsters right now." Sam was irritated how the angel assumed they would just follow his lead where ever and whenever he wanted.

"Very well. I could just have this area destroyed if you like."

"Cas, you can't just blow up random parts of town." Dean turned in his seat to face the clueless angel.

"Yes I can, it is quite easy."

"No I mean it would cause too much suspicion if a random old barn blew up killing a group of people declared missing in it."

"You are correct." Cas sighed. "Then I shall accompany you."

"Alright then let's go Dean." The brothers looked at each other then exited the impala. Castiel appeared beside them. "Let's split up." Cas disappeared and the boys stealthily surrounded the old barn through the blinding fog.

A man and his partner came up to the barn. He signaled for his partner to enter to one side while he entered through the front. They knew there were creatures in there that were either werewolves or skinwalkers. The man broke the rusted lock on the small front door with the bud of his rifle. He turned around to quietly set the chains down and caught a glimpse of a huge, black, shadowed dog. He looked down to grab his rifle and looked up to find it disappeared. It must have been one of them, which means they knew they were there. He hurried inside with his rifle aimed for a kill.

Dean struggled to peer through the cracks in the wood and saw nothing but black space. He turned on his flashlight and ventured in where a few planks were missing. It was too quiet; all that was heard were creeks in the wood from a light breeze. His flashlight scanned the barn. The air was stale with old hay and covered in dust and spider webs. Dean realized he was in a horse stall, or what was left of one. He pushed open the short stall door and stepped into a more open space.

A clang of metal was heard from behind the wall of the next stall over. Dean turned off his flashlight and stood with his back to the wall. Quietly and slowly, Dean reached his head around the corner. Nothing. He stepped into the stall seeing old horse bridles and ropes loosely hanging along the wall. A sudden burning pain shot through the corner of his neck and shoulder, brought him to one knee.

Sam entered through a small door in the front of the barn. Stale air filled his nose as he canvassed the area. It was bigger inside than he originally expected. He faintly heard the movement of metal somewhere on the other side of the barn; it must have been Dean. Coming up on his left was some kind of supply room filled with old tools, saddles, and various equipment. It looked like nothing had been touched in years.

To his right was an old rusted horse trailer with flat tires and broken windows. When his flashlight touched the tail end for a split second he saw something reflect back to him. Sam turned off his flashlight and stood behind a wooden post. A figure crawled out of the trailer and into a small room. Sam quietly followed it stopping with his back against the wall just before the entrance. Abruptly, Sam turned into the doorway with his gun aimed at the shadowed figure.

Castiel appeared in the back of the barn. He remembered when humans first created these structures for shelter and protection. Tons of old hay bales block his view of most of the barn. There seemed to be a loft above him. A strange feeling overcame Cas; the creature he's been searching for has been here in this very barn. The angel disappeared.

Dean swung around disoriented trying to see what hit him but he was seeing triple. A silhouette of a human had their fist raised, ready for a fight. Dean thought why am I not being eaten right now? It threw a hard left punch to his jaw causing Dean to fall back to his knees. "Damn you sure can throw a punch." It went for a left kick and Dean stuck out his leg tripping the aggressor to the ground. Dean quickly stood up and regained his disposition. The attacker jumped to its feet sending another punch to his gut. Dean almost took the full on blow but grabbed its wrist just in time. Surprisingly it felt smaller then a man's wrist. He bent it so that the person was forced to turn around with their arm behind their back. This person reminded Dean of someone he once knew, someone… but who? Dean's attention was drawn to a gun shot from across the barn. It noticed and used that moment to break free of Dean's hold and land another right hook.

Luckily it wasn't as hard as the other punches. "Ah, a south paw huh?" Dean landed a punch and as it staggered he tackled it to the ground. This is when Dean knew something was different about this guy; he had breast. "You're a girl?"

…...

Sam fired missing the figure by inches. It turned around and kicked the gun out of Sam's hand. Sam's fist made contact with a hard jaw. It staggered then returned the punch with two more. Sammy shook it off and reached for his silver knife. It threw dirt in Sam's eyes then went in for a tackle but Sam slashed its arm with the silver knife. "What? Why aren't you burning?" It took advantage of Sam's surprise and gave him two to the face and one to the gut sending Sam to the ground. The knife skid across the ground as it held Sam at gun point. "Ok, Ok! I give up!" It signaled for him to stand up while it spit blood on the ground.

"Sam!" They heard Dean call out from the other side of the barn. "Where are ya?"

"Answer him."

"I'm over here." Sam turned around and they walked out of the room and past the old horse trailer. Dean stood there with a girl, her hands raised in a surrendering position and a gun in Dean's hand.

"Hiya Sammy. Ok let's all take it easy here."

"Dean the silver didn't work." The man behind Sam took a step closer.

"Great. They're either ghouls or human lunatics."

"What are you?" the man placed his gun against Sam's head.

"We're just a couple of guys, trying to save the world from things like you. I think the question here is what are you?"

"It seems we are at a standstill."

"Looks that way." An awkward pause filled the air.

"Why are you fighting each other, there are creatures here that need to be eliminated." Cas appeared between the standoff.

"Cas help us out here. Wait… they're human?" Dean thought it over.

"What are you?" The man was surprised at the sudden appearance. Cas disappeared and reappeared behind the man holding Sam hostage and took his gun before he realized what happened.

"I am an angel of the Lord. You can either contribute or stay out of our way." Dean let the girl go and she ran to the man. Sam, Dean and Cas stood next to each other.

"Are you hunters?" The man asked as he lowered his rifle. The girl hugged him and stood by his side. Dean and Sam looked at each other.

"Yeah, I'm Sam and that's Dean." Sudden noise erupted from the lofts.

"They know we're here. Let's take care of this problem before we start a new one." Dean aimed his gun at the shadows waiting for an entrance of a creature. The creeks came from up in the loft. "I'll head up there and draw them out. You guys wait down here and ambush them." The man used sign language to silently tell the girl to take cover with her gun. He took cover on the opposite side of her. Sam positioned himself behind the hay bales and Castiel disappeared. Dean held onto his pistol while he climbed the rotten wood latter. He poked his head over the flooring before climbing all the way up and into the loft. There was more dust, old hay, and dirt in the air than down on the ground.

Dean slowly stepped forward until a board creaked beneath him. Growling came from behind him. He slowly turned around to see a big German shepherd staring at him. Drool dripped from his baring teeth. "Easy, nice doggy. You wouldn't want me to shoot you with these shiny silver bullets now would you?" It stood its ground. Dean took a step back. The skinwalker jumped on him at the same time he pulled the trigger, bringing them both down, breaking through the floor boards landing hard on his back. It knocked the wind out of him with the added weight of the dog crushing his ribs. Blood seeped out of the dog as it turned back into a human body. Dean kicked it off of him and sat up, catching his breath.

"Dean you ok?" Sam ran to his brother and helped him up.

"Yep. I'm fine it's not my blood, don't worry." Dean took a deep breath. The man and the girl aimed their guns at Sam and Dean.

"What are you doing?" Sam pulled Dean out of the way as the hunters started shooting. Behind Sam and Dean was a skinwalker in human form. The silver bullets did nothing to it.

"What?" The girl threw her silver knife, stabbing him in the heart. It flinched and blood poured from the wound but it did not fall. Two big dogs jumped down from the loft. One was a Rottweiler and the other was a Doberman. They barked and snapped their teeth at the hunters. The human looking creature took off running. Castiel appeared at the barn doors but it trampled through him, tossing him into a post. The Rottweiler snuck up behind the man clenching its razor teeth into his left forearm. The man shot it in the head and its jaws released his arm as it fell dead to the ground. He immediately pulled down the sleeve on his sweatshirt to hide the infectious bite.

The girl shot the Doberman but only hit its hip as it turned and hid behind the horse trailer. Sam shot its chest as it came around the corner. The skinwalkers lay dead and the hunters exhaled a deep sigh of relief.