"Man, I just need a beer," Dean Winchester mumbled as he and his brother Sam walked through the woods of Parker City Indiana.
Sam rolled his eyes, "First, we figure out what's killing people in these woods. Then you can get a drink."
The Winchester brothers recently found an article in the newspaper stating that many folks in the small town of Parker City were going into the woods, catching a rare sickness, and then quickly dying.
That statement alone did not appear to have anything paranormal involved, but later in the paper the writer said their skin would turn dark grey, and black, vein like streaks would appear on their bodies; top to bottom.
The boys figured they should check it out.
"Sam, we've been walking through these woods for hours. It's past midnight. I say we head back to the motel, rest, and start looking again in the morning."
Sam was about to reply, when he fell forward, and landed with a thud on the ground.
"Well what did you do that for?" Dean asked as he helped his brother up.
Sam grunted and he got back to his feet, "Dude, it's not like I did it on purpose. Something tripped me."
Dean took his flashlight and shined it on the ground.
"Heh, Sammy. I hate to you tell you this, but I am pretty sure you just tripped over those clown feet."
"I'm telling you, I did not. It was a vine or something. It even had thorns! Look at my leg."
Sure enough, Sam's leg shined with fresh blood.
"Damn, must have been one huge thorn if it's going to tear a hole through your pants. See, we need to rest up and come back in the morning when we have more light and.. Balance." Dean shrugged.
Sam glanced down at his leg and back at Dean.
"Fine, you win. But we're getting an early start tomorrow."
"Great," Dean grinned, walking back towards the car. "Time to go count some sheep."
Sam sighed, all of a sudden filled with exhaustion, and followed behind his brother.