This place was an absolute bloodbath. Bodies lay around the floor, and heads had rolled from their torsos. Dean sighed as he looked around and noticed Sam talking with forensics. This was the third scene like this that they'd been to, and Dean was starting to get annoyed. Some vampire hunter was beating them to every kill. If Dean wasn't so annoyed at driving all this way for nothing, he'd actually be kind of impressed.

Sam gestured to Dean, and they started to walk back to the car. Sam's phone rang as they got into the Impala, and Dean noticed that it was Syd's number. Sam quickly answered it and put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Syd. What's up?" Sam asked.

"Umm… remember how you asked me to research anything weird going on in the area in the last few days?" Syd answered hesitantly.

"You found something?" Dean asked although he could tell that she had by the sound of her voice.

"Yeah… so I looked into that and decided to cross-examine it with the other scenes, and I found… well, I found something," Syd replied as though hesitant to share her newfound information.

"What is it, Syd?" Dean responded impatiently.

"Robert Pattinson, the Twilight guy, yeah… he was in town at each of those spots. It's kind of a big thing online."

"Where online?" Dean asked critically.

Syd went silent, and Dean knew the answer right away.

"Reddit?! Didn't I tell you to stay off there? It's nothing but creepy campfire stories to scare children," Dean said.

"That's not my only source of information, Dean," Syd snapped back. "I double checked with some 'celebrity spotters' websites. There's a picture of the 'R-Patz' leaving a bar about a half-mile away from the last monster murder scene."

Dean looked to Sam, and Sam shrugged. Sam clearly thought that it was possible. After all they had heard of stranger things happening.

"So he was spotted in the other locations as well?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Just around town though. Not as close," Syd replied. "And I found something else about thirty miles away from where you guys are now. It's not a vamp though."

"What is it?" Dean asked, trying and failing to hold back his excitement.

"Well, a couple of hikers went missing in Michigan," Syd answered a bit tentatively. "Their friends freaked out and left camp to report their disappearance to the police."

"I hate to disappoint you, Syd, but it's not exactly strange for hikers or camping to go missing. There's a lot more out there than monsters, like serial killers… or bears," Dean replied solemnly. He'd been looking forward to a fight. Sam met Dean's stare; Sam seemed to think otherwise.

"What else, Syd? You wouldn't tell us if you didn't have something more."

"Umm… well… my uncle actually disappeared around that area. I don't remember it that well, but we were on a family trip."

"How long ago was it?" Dean asked and perked back up.

"About 19… 20 years ago. And it wasn't just him. Other people went missing around the same time. The police figured that there was someone out in the woods, but they never caught anyone. They didn't even find… anything."

Dean could tell that Syd had stopped herself from saying 'their bodies.' It clearly had affected her, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Syd," Sam answered. "We'll at least check it out. Is there… any other information you can give us?"

"Yeah. My family doesn't really like to talk about it much, but I heard my grandma telling one of my aunts about it. Apparently he had asked the other adults about me before he went missing. He'd said that he could hear a child crying in the woods, and he was going to check it out. Uncle Ted was an officer and had a gun, so no one really thought twice about it until he didn't come back. No gunfire. No screams. Nothing, just gone."

Dean gave Sam a meaningful look. It sounded like a wendigo to him. Wendigos could copy a voice, and it must have heard hers and lured her uncle out into the woods.

"Did the police have any leads? Any weird sightings?" Sam asked.

"Well, there was some urban legend going around at the time about a serial killer using a recorder with sounds of a baby crying, so I guess the police went with that. I can ask my grandma, but I don't really remember anything coming of it."

"That'd be great if you could," Sam assured her, but Dean could tell that he was lying. There wasn't really any more information that they needed at this point. They'd go investigate the area and ask the friends if they saw or heard anything out of the ordinary, then they'd work from there. Sam was likely just trying to get her to call her family at this point.

"And afterwards you need to focus on your studies. James said that you nearly set one of the tables on fire yesterday," Dean ordered with a grin.

"I'd like to see you light a candle with your mind, Dean, and see how well you do… James says we're going to use a metal table next time."

Dean laughed, and Sam said goodbye and hung up the phone. James Frampton was one of the friendly witches that they knew. In fact, he was the only friendly witch that they knew. After Syd had told Sam and Dean about her run-in with Daniel, they decided that she should at least be trained, and everyone agreed that it shouldn't be Crowley or Rowena.

"So… we off to kill the wendigo?" Sam asked.

Dean started the Impala and pulled onto the main road. At least he would get to kill something for his trouble.