The room was dark and grey and smelt like mouldy moss. Mixed with the stench of Raphael's vessel's decaying body. "I know this is a bit of a shock, but soon you will see this is a good thing." Castiel spoke, his intense eyes gazing at his old friends. Before Sam, Dean or Bobby could even open their mouths, there was a flash of white light and Castiel was gone. "Well that's good to know," Dean sarcastically remarked, before they hurried to the impala. "Oh my God, or should I say, oh my Cas," Sam said in a cynical tone. "Well you know what they say, if you can't find them, be them."
"No one says that Dean." Dean shrugged lightly, "Well, they will now." He stated, clearing his throat. "So what do we do now?" Sam questioned, "I say we go back to my place and see what's what."
"Sounds like a plan." Dean agreed.
When they finally arrived at Bobby's house, Dean and Sam ploughed down onto the couch. "We gotta have a plan. He won't stop until-" Dean abruptly interjected. "Until what? We don't actually know if this is a bad thing. With the big guy back in place, things could go back to the way they were. Order in the clouds can't be a bad thing."
"Except that he's going to go on a one-man mission to go and massacre all Raphael's followers." Sam said rolling his eyes. "Well if there's going to be a replacement I'm glad it's Cas." Sam and Bobby nodded reluctantly. "So it's settled, we play ball."
"Well if we're pretending that everything is back to normal, then I've got a case for you two boys. There have been several girls missing in Michigan. Bodies torn to bits."
"Sounds like a werewolf. Were their hearts missing?" Sam queried curiously. "Yeah," Bobby replied, pouring himself a shot.
"Hello I'm agent Bonham this is my partner agent Jones. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your missing sister." Sam said as he and Dean held up their badges. "Sure agents, come in. What would you like to know?"
"So what happened the night she died?" Abruptly, a blue-grey husky entered, barking playfully at the newcomers. "Oh, sorry, that's just my sister's dog, Blue" the woman apologised, pulling the dog back by his collar.
"Anyway, she was out late one night and she was just…attacked."
"Yeah, thanks. We were just wondering did your sister have any enemies? Anyone that would want to hurt her?"
"I thought it was an animal attack…" she trailed off, now seemingly suspicious of the agents. "Well there have been cases where people have trained their dogs to attack people on command." Dean said, receiving a quizzical glance from the woman. They took this as their sign to leave. After thanking her, they hurriedly left the house. "Training animals? Really?" Sam said, raising a brow. "If I tell another person 'We have to consider all options', I'm gonna kill myself!" Dean exclaimed. "Alright Dean, I'll head back to the motel and read up on her." Sam smirked, waving a diary above his head. "Alright peeping Tom, I'll go to the morgue and see what's left of the girl." Dean smirked, before dropping Sam off at the motel.
Dean headed into the motel, gazing around at the dreary appearance of the room, dumping his duffle bag on the bed beside Sam. "Find anything?" Dean wondered aloud, lifting his head to locate where his brother was. "Surprisingly, no." Sam said in a sarcastic tone, "She was a nice girl, with a lot of friends."
"So nothing?" Dean questioned in disbelief. "Well no, she was fired from the animal shelter for stealing a husky." Dean tilted his head slightly, "Those are the wolf-looking ones, aren't they?" Sam nodded, "Yeah, I guess. So, what'd you find at the morgue? Was her heart missing?" Dean shrugged, "Well…yes, and her stomach and her liver and her face." Sam pulled back, a disgusted expression plastered on his face. "Well, werewolves don't usually take that much from a body." Sam heaved a sigh, "Well, I wasn't actually thinking a werewolf…" he trailed off hesitantly, "I finished reading her diary, so I started looking up about other shape-shifting monsters. And I found this thing called an adlet." Dean, intrigued, asked the obvious, "What's an adlet?" Sam huffed, before awkwardly announcing, "It's the, urgh, offspring, of a human and a wolf." Dean made a repulsed noise, looking as if he was about to be sick. "Well, the only wolf-like animal we know is…" Dean cut Sam off before he could finish, "Blue." Dean furrowed his brow in thought, "Does that mean the husky she stole from the animal shelter and her…?" Sam coughed, nodding, "Yeah. After the adlet is born, it kills its mother and any other girls with a resemblance to the mother." Dean shrugged, "Well how about we give Blue a visit?"
At the house, Dean and Sam picked the front door lock, and stealthily headed inside. Suddenly, a rustling came from the upstairs bedroom. "Urgh, I hope that's not what I think it is…" he grumbled, feeling sick from it. "Eww Dean, get your mind out of the gutter!" Sam exclaimed, before they rushed upstairs. Kicking open the door, Sam rushed in after Dean, to see a large Blue, eating the woman. The adlet's ears pricked up, before his head whirled around, snarling ravenously at the brothers. His muzzle and torso drenched with blood, some of it already dried to a brown colour, before he leapt at Dean, pinning him to the ground. Quick to react, Sam pulled out his forty-five, shooting the adlet in the back of its skull. It fell to the ground with a thud, Dean pushing the beast off himself. As Dean stood up he looked on the bed where the mangled body of the sister lied. "Clean up on isle three." Dean smirked.
Sam gave Dean an 'are you serious' look.