DISCLAIMER:I do not own Supernatural or the characters. They belong to Erik Kripke.


The lacrosse player picked up his bag and left the now abandoned locker room. The lights flickered off as his hand pushed off the switch. Playing a tile matching game on his phone, he waited patiently for his parents to pick him up outside the school building. The late October days offered a crisp night with a full moon. Unseen to him, a creature watched him from the shadows cast upon the school building. The creature lunged, grabbing the athlete and carrying him off. Beyond the creature's detection, a small teenage girl watched the entire spectacle.

"Well Fido, let's dance," she whispered as she began running after the kidnapped boy.


Radio blasting, the muscle car carried two brothers into the small town of Alfrich, Maine. The older, and shorter, of the two drove, his posture relaxed despite the burden that hovered over him. The younger sat in the passenger seat, his nose was buried in a bible attempting to find any information that could be useful in the war against the devil. The two brothers were the vessels for the archangels Michael and Lucifer. Dean, the older one, stopped the car in front of the morgue. Dressed as FBI agents, the two entered the morgue and bypassed the receptionist with a flash of fake badges.

"You two must be the FBI! Are you here about the bodies?" the mortician announced seeing the boys entering the hall.

"Yes. I'm Agent Joel, this is my partner Agent Clapton," Dean announced introducing the two of them. The mortician, a portly man with thinning grey hair and round glasses, clapped their hands.

"So, what's up with the corpses?" Sam, the younger brother asked.

"Full on mutilations. Most recent victim was Thomas Brown, a highschool Sophmore with a bright future ahead of him. All star lacrosse player, honor role student, active member of the community. So unfortunate," the mortician admitted.

Pulling out the tray, the mortician uncovered the teen's body. His chest was stitched up and the 't' of cuts on his chest was a fine red line with black stitches holding the skin together.

"All organs accounted for?" Dean asked curiously.

"All except the heart, it was missing, looked like it had been chewed out. If I didn't know better, I'd say a werewolf did it!" the mortician joked. Sam and Dean chuckled good naturedly before sharing a knowing look.


"Did he have any known enemies?" Sam asked picking up the manilla envelope with Thomas's file. He flipped through it bordely and squinted and certain pages.

"Oh no! Everyone loved him!" the mortician gasped in shock.

"Well thank you, we'll be in touch," Dean smiled as he and Sam strode out.

"Oh if only he knew," Dean muttered.

"So, we just need to find out who the werewolf is and then we're good," Sam decided as he stepped into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean slid into the driver's seat and gunned the engine. He pulled away from the morgue and ended up driving to the cheapest motel he could find. After checking in, Sam began researching anything he could on the other mutilations.

"Hey Dean, listen to this, all the murders happened within a five block radius of the school," Sam announced after almost an hour of researching.

"Did ya check for any assaults on staff members recently?" Dean asked as he flicked off the TV.

"Already did. The night janitor, Barry Edwards, got assaulted last month at the end of the full moon, just came back to work last week," Sam read off the screen.

"Awesome, let's go kill Jacob," Dean grunted as he loaded his handgun with silver bullets.

Sam and Dean were stalking around the school grounds when they saw a shadow flicker across the building. They turned toward the origin of the shadow. Just before they rounded the corner, a gunshot rang out. Sam and Dean turned the corner, guns raised. What they saw was not what they expected. Standing behind the smoking gun was a teenage girl with long brown hair braided out of her face and golden-hazel eyes illuminated by the street light. At her feet lay the corpse of Barry Edwards, a bullet hole in his chest right over his heart.

"Thanks for running distraction guys, I needed the help," she smiled as she holstered her gun in the back of her jeans.

"Who are you?" Dean asked gun still raised.

"Brianna Wilson, who are you?" the teen-Brianna-responded.

"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam," Dean introduced.

"You're obviously hunters. You've each had a lot of loss in your life and you both are carrying a large burden right now," Brianna deduced quickly.

"Brianna-" Sam started

"Call me Bri if you still want your voice box," Bri advised.

"Alright, Bri, how'd you know that?" Dean asked once again raising his gun.

"Body language, observing, the stress lines around your eyes," she shrugged. Nudging the body with her foot, she checked her watch.

"We need to burn the body soon, people will have heard the shot and called the cops, I don't feel like going to jail for manslaughter so if you don't mind, I know a warehouse where we can burn the body without anyone noticing," Bri suggested. Sam and Dean shrugged and helped Bri to cram Barry into the Impala's trunk. She sat down in the back as the brothers took their seats up front. Dean, following Bri's instructions, pulled up to the warehouse. Bri sprung out and picked the lock on the door before motioning the boys inside. They followed her carrying Barry along with salt, gasoline and a lighter. They laid Barry down in the middle of the floor, sprinkled him with salt and doused him in gasoline. Dean flicked the lighter and dropped it on Barry's corpse. The man's corpse went up in flames as the fire consumed the gasoline and the body.

"Thanks again guys," Bri nodded entering the room with an army green backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Wherever the job takes me," Bri admitted.

"Bri! Wait up!" Dean called after her. The teen turned around as she brushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of her braid out of her face.

"How would you like to travel with us?" Dean asked.

"That would be wise," a gravely voice announced appearing next to Dean. Castiel, Dean's angel, was standing next to Dean in his usual suit and overcoat. Bri raised her gun and prepared to shoot the angel.

"Easy there! He's on our side!" Sam soothed stepping between Cas and the gun.

"Who are you?" Bri asked caution lacing her tone.

"I am Castiel, I'm an angel of the lord," Castiel announced. Bri raised an eyebrow for confirmation and Sam nodded affirmatively.

"Hold still or this will hurt much more," Cas ordered. He placed his hand on Bri's ribs and she gasped in pain.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Enochian sigils that will hide you from angels, including Lucifer and myself unfortunately," Cas explained.

"Can we go now?" I kinda want at least four hours of sleep and to get out of here before six tomorrow morning," Dean requested. Castiel flew away and Bri and Sam followed Dean to the car. Sliding into the car, Dean roared back to the motel. He and Sam cashed in their beds while Bri lay down on the mustard yellow couch. Her sleep was peaceful to look at but inside she was plagued by nightmares until a friend of hers pushed them away. He never gave his name but always kept Bri's sleep peaceful.


The dark woods melted away into an amusement park there were no lines or people yet it didn't seem eerie.

"Hey kiddo, how you doing?" her friend asked from behind her. Bri wheeled around on her heel and launched herself at him.

"I'm great! How are you?" she asked as she released him from the hug.

"I'm good. Did you meet up with the two hunters?" he asked.

"Yep! They're nice. Dean seems a bit rough around the edges and they both seem weighed down by something," Bri admitted.

"You'll find out when the time is right but for now what do you think, roller coaster or water slide?" he asked.

"Rollercoaster, I'm still on the high from hunting," Bri grinned, "Race ya!"


A/N: This is my first published fanfic. Please review because these make me type faster. I'm open to suggestions for extra hunts in between the episodes. :)