Dean and Sam had just finished a case, they had just got done burning the bones of a ghost in a town south-west of Albuquerque, New Mexico. After the case, they headed back to the hotel they checked into, the crossroads hotel, and Sam began reading up for a new case, while Dean was watching television. They had 30 minutes until they had to check out of the motel they were at.
"Sam, this is the most crappiest motel i've ever been in. There's always junkies standing around in the parking lot for Christ sakes." Said Dean.
"Well you won't have to worry about it for too long, the sooner we find a case, the sooner we get out of here." Said Sam.
"Well lets hurry up about that. I'm tired of having to watch this lawyer 'Saul Goodman' and his cheap commercials all day." Said Dean.
After another 'Better Call Saul!' commercial, a news story broke out, about the death of a man named 'Gustavo Fring', by a bomb being set off in a nursing home.
"Breaking News, Just recently today, Los Pollos Hermanos owner and co-creater, 'Gustavo Fring', died, he was killed a bomb that apparently went off in a nursing home. We still are not sure why he was found at a nursing home, and why, someone wanted him dead." Said the news reporter
"If today couldn't get any worst, are you freakin kidding me? The Los Pollos Hermanos has some of the best damn chicken I've ever tasted." Said Dean.
"Why would somebody kill a fast-food restaurant owner?" Asked Sam
"To piss me off." Answered Dean
The Winchesters checked out their motel room and was walking to Dean's Impala, until they saw something.
"Oh shit! Sam do you see that? Some woman over there looks like she collapsed or something, we gotta go help her!" Exclaimed Dean.
It was Jesse Pinkman's former girlfriend, Wendy, she was a prostitute and was a meth addict. She basically lived at the crossroads motel.
"Jesus, Dean this woman has meth with her...and it's Blue?" Said Sam
"Well Sam, does that mean we call an ambulance or the police huh?" Asked Dean.
"Don't be an asshole Dean, she could be dead." Exclaimed Sam.
"Or...Or Undead." Said Dean, Worriedly.
She was getting up, looking like a undead person, she was a croat.
"Dammit Sam, she a freakin Croat, gotta put her down!" Said Dean.
"Yeah, like, in front of all these cars passing by? No, we gotta lure her to someplace, more hidden.
The Croat began running towards the brothers but they lured her behind the motel and Dean pulled out a knife and killed it.
"What the hell is happening? Did Pestilence release the Croatoan Virus in Albuquerque or something?" Asked Sam.
"Yes, instead of using a flu virus cure to spread the Croatoan virus, he evolved it, in a different way to spread, this, blue meth that humans are using, when people overdose on it, they turn into Croats." Said Castiel who just appeared, and startled the Winchesters.
"Cas, when is this gonna quit, huh?" Asked Dean.
"I'm sorry." Said Castiel.
"Alright well, who's making the blue meth?" Asked Sam
"I'm not entirely sure, i need you two to find out. All i know is, is that only two people know how to produce it. They are humans like you, but they most be killed." Said Castiel. He then vanished.
"Alright, we pose as DEA agents, and request a briefing on Blue meth, and ask the effects of the drug, or something along that, lets go." Said Dean.