Disclaimer. I don't own Supernatural. I just play with the boys!!!

This is my first attempt at fan-fiction I hope you like please any feedback is appreciated!

~Kit

Now

The girl stumbled out onto the sidewalk. The sheer quantity of alcohol she had while dancing in the club would have put any frat boy to shame. In fact, she was pretty sure a couple frat boys had bought a couple of those huge drinks for her. She leaned against the wall a giggle rising out of her. Disoriented, she looked around. People were everywhere, heading to their cars. As the club was closing, security guards were shuffling people out the many exits. She had lost track of her friends. She flipped her long blonde hair out of her eyes and scanned the groups walking past but she didn't see anyone she knew. Dazed, she started out walking, not really sure where she was going. She came across the big bridge after a while. The London Bridge, Lake Havasu, Spring Break. Yep, she was partied out. If she could just rest a bit she would be okay. She lay down on the ground where she was, next to a tree, well out of sight of anyone who might be passing by.

She woke up a while later, still unsure of how she got there. It was still dark and quiet. Too quiet. She got up and reached for her cell phone but it the battery had died at some point during the night. She had to find her friends. They had to be back at the club. She had no idea where her hotel was or what it was called. Footsteps sounded from around the corner. Startled she looked around.

"Gina!" she called out hoping her friends had come looking for her. "Sarah! Gina! I'm over here." There was response but the sound of heavy boots walking on the cobblestones. Cobblestones? She wandered out from her hiding place. Her heart was racing. "Gina! Please!"

It was then she saw him. The dark man with a hooded cape and a top hat. She reacted on instinct and started to run. But her high heels, which she thought were so cute last night, were stumbling on the uneven ground. She fell and scrambled back to her feet. The Man wasn't running just walking determinedly towards her. She made it to the other side of the bridge calling out for help as her voice echoed back to her. Still the man pursued. She ran up a small hill again she stumbled. She came to a broken down fountain. But fell over as her shoes tripped her up again. She turned and there he was. She saw the long knife in his hand and screamed….

Dean groaned as he rolled over in the bed to answer the cell phone ringing insistently beside the bed. He knew that ring tone. And it meant trouble. It meant something else was up. Some new place for him and Sammy to go. Damnit! They had just taken down another, demon infestation in small town hickville. He didn't relish going to another place. But he knew it was what they had to do. It was what they were born to do.

Dean grimaced as he looked down at the readout on the LCD screen. "Bobby, do you have any idea what time it is? "

"Four o'clock in the afternoon." Bobby said with a sigh of acceptance. "Dean, I-"

"-Have a job for us. Yeah, I figured." Let me wake up Sam-" Dean looked over at the other queen sized bed and realized that it was empty. Now where the hell… " Um Okay what's up Bobby?"

"Well okay, I got a call from a friend of mine out west, place called Lake Havasu City. It's where a lot of kids go for Spring break, on account of the weather there. Apparently something is killing girls there by slitting their throats and well generally doin' terrible things to em."

"Well that sounds terrible and all that Bobby but what has it got to do with us?"

"Seems that people are getting the idea that this killer is a little to reminiscent of a killer from the past and bein' that it's the London Bridge and all…."

"What Bobby?" Dean said, agitated that it was taking this long for Bobby to get it out.

"It's looking like Jack the Ripper." Dean let the shock wash over him feeling the familiar sensations of a new hunt wash over him.

"THE Jack the ripper? The one they never caught. That Jack the ripper? Okay give me the details." Dean began writing the information Bobby related to him down on the nearest piece of paper while Sam walked in and the smell of bacon hit him. He finally hung up with Bobby and reached for the bag salivating.

"What's up?" Asked Sam. " Was that Bobby?"

" So, Sammy" Dean said around a mouthful of Bacon cheeseburger. " Are you ready for Spring Break?"