Oaksvale, Montana
A man stepped outside of a small office building. His Bald head seemed to shimmer in the bright moonlight. He gazed up and smiled at the sky. He straightened his crisp brown suit and walked through the deserted parking lot. His keys jangled as he pulled them from his pocket. A twig cracked behind him and he stopped. Something gave a menacing snarl and he could hear the sound of clicking heels on the rough pavement. He ran the rest of the way to his nd fumbled with the lock. The clicking became louder and the man panicked even more. His keys shook in his hand and scrapped some of the paint off his car. The snarl seemed to be right in his ear and he whirled around. The scream was strangled from his throat as fangs wrapped around his windpipe. He gurgled as he fell limp to the ground. A feminine laugh echoed around the corpse and long nails broke into his chest. The creature ripped the dead man's heart out and the sound of wings overtook every sound.
A lone wolf looked down at the scene and bared its fangs. A snarl escaped its throat and it slowly back up. A silver pentacle glinted around its neck. Its gold amber eyes glared at the devastation before turning and running into the forest.
Mazark City, Idaho
Sam sat heavily on the bed in the motel that he and Dean had been sharing the past few days. They had been hunting a wendingo that had been kidnapping and killing people that lived on the edge of the thick forest. They had finally found its lair and killed it. Dean walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.
"Sammy, order us some Chinese takeout, I'm freaking starving," Dean said between brushes. Sam glared at his older brother and reached for his phone. It buzzed in his palm and the caller ID read Bobby.
"Hey, Bobby," Sam said.
"Sam, I've got another case for you and Dean," Bobby said in a gruff voice. He sounded like he hadn't slept in a few days. "There have been a few killing and all the victims are middle-aged men."
"How'd they die? Heart attacks?" Sam joked. Bobby sighed on the other line.
"No, they had them ripped out."
"Sounds like it has werewolf written all over it. It will be a full moon tomorrow." Dean walked out of the bathroom and gave Sam a quizzical look. Sam mouthed Bobby to him and turned his attention back to what felt like his second father.
"I need you boys to go and get rid of it. There has been so much activity in that area, seems like the town is going to hell," Bobby said.
"Sure Bobby, we can leave right now. Where's this town at?"
"It's called Oaksvale, Montana."
"All right, thanks Bobby." Sam closed the phone and stood up.
"So, no Chinese?" Dean asked, following Sam out the door. They climbed into the Impala and Dean turned it on. They got onto the road and Sam explained why Bobby had called and what he thought it was. "So, how far is that from here?"
"I guess about 300 miles. So if we drive all night we will get there about noon," Sam replied. Dean nodded and they drove in silence for the rest of the drive.