Well, here we go again. For the record, this starts in Supernatural season three, and NO, this is not a yaoi fic.

Abominations

Chapter One

After dealing with the witches in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, Sam and Dean found themselves in New Paltz, New York; eating at a burger joint and looking for their next job. Well, Dean was looking for the next job, Sam was looking up more information on demons to get Dean out of his contract.

"Sam, will you stop?" Dean persisted, annoyed. He had been telling his brother that there was no terminating a deal with a demon, but clearly, he had yet to give up. Especially since Ruby showed up.

Sam shook his head. "I told you, Dean; I'm not gonna let you die. That's final."

The elder brother sighed, taking another bite of his food before lifting up another article. "Well, while you look, we might as well peruse this." He said, plopping it next to his brother. "Eighteen people have been killed down in Manhattan. All of them male, last scene at bars before being killed in their own home, doors and windows locked. Always two per night, both seen hanging out together before they died."

Sam's eyes widened. "Spirit haunting the bar?"

"Not unless it's hopping around. Two per night, all seen at different bars across the area. If that's not enough, check out what our monster did to these guys." Dean said, getting more into his burger.

The younger of the brothers went to read the article, and when he got to the part, he cringed. " 'Ripped out their hearts, and drew on the wall with them.' How is this our kind of thing instead of a regular serial killer?"

The elder grabbed the article and flipped it over, revealing a picture that had managed to make it into the paper. It was easy to see the Celtic cross in the midst, but it had two spears coming into it diagonally; two separate angles, with the tips of the spears meeting each other. And above it read: Traitor. "Did the pairs know any of the other victims?" Dean shook his head. Sam paused briefly, but then he said: "Okay."

"Perfect. Let's finish up and go."

Sam and Dean arrived at the police station in the next two hours; dressed up, once again, as FBI. They entered the police station, showed their badges, and instead of being allowed in, the officer at the desk questioned them. "What? The FBI needs backup or something?"

"Backup?" Sam questioned, surprised.

He nodded. "Yeah, your guys already came in here." He replied as the sheriff came out.

"Who are these two?" He asked.

Dean cleared his throat. "Agent Stones, this my partner, Agent Mercury. Boss at HQ wants us joining up with the new guys, um..." Dean looked at Sam, confused. "Damn, what were their names?" Sam went digging into his pocket for his notebook, trying to find the nonexistent names until-

"Agents Dwight and Yagami?" The officer questioned.

Dean snapped his fingers. "That was them... heh. Yeah, we need to be brought up to speed, but those two-"

The sheriff chuckled. "I get it. Why don't we talk in my office?" Sam and Dean nodded. They sat down in the sheriff's office, where they discussed the current case. "I don't know what else to tell you. So far, everything's been pretty consistent from the previous kills."

"Two men each night, both hanging out at a bar before they went home, then killed there with the doors and windows locked." The sheriff nodded. "Is there anything in common between the victims?" Sam asked.

The sheriff shrugged. "Not much. All are between there mid-20s and early 30s, they all go to church. Not much else in common, there."

"What about their families? Was anyone, maybe threatening them, or something?"

He shook his head. "I know when people are trying to hide something. Those families are grieving, but there's not much else. Although, we're still trying to find out what that symbol on the walls mean."

The Winchesters nodded. "Thank you, we'll be in touch." And with that, they left.

The brothers checked into a motel not far from a few of the bars the victims went to. As they settled, Dean began cursing. "Dammit! Real FBI agents? How the hell are we gonna hunt this thing with the feds in town?"

Sam was quiet for a brief second, almost at a loss for words. "I don't know. What are the odds, anyway?"

Dean let out a quiet growl. "Does it matter? Once they know we're onto them, they're gonna be on our asses."

The younger brother just cocked his gun, looking at Dean with a stern expression. "Well, if that's the case," he replied, putting the weapon in his pocket, "We better find out what we can before they catch up." And with that, the brothers left for the victims' houses.

The Mayway Tavern was where Fred Lawrence and Carl Buemon, victims nine and ten, were last seen alive before going home. Two figures had just left, dressed casually in order to make them look normal. The first was a slim albino of average height; bright blue eyes, creamy white skin, and a scar over his left eye. His code of dress was not so plain, as he dressed himself well; a white button-up shirt underneath a grey vest, with black pants and boots, white gloves on each hand, as well as white long coat; with fur at the collar and the cuff of each sleeve.

His partner was different. He was taller, and he had longer hair than the latter; black too. He bore a samurai haircut, and dark blue eyes. His decent was Asian, and he was well built. His dress was much more casual, wearing a v-neck blue sweater, a loose black jacket over it, and a pair of dark-wash jeans with his black boots.

Th pair had walked a few feet away from the tavern, and looked as though they were about to speak, until-

kagami no mae de tada hitori enji kitta piero ga
sotto boku no mae ni yori iu no sa

The ebony answered his phone. "Agent Yagami." He remained silent for a few moments, but then his brow. "Oh really?" He questioned, listening silently to what the person was telling him. "Yes, thank you." And with that, he hung up.

"What happened?" The other male asked.

Agent Yagami smirked. "Agents Murcury and Stones, our backup, checked in at the station earlier today."

Dwight's brow rose. "Murcury and Stones as in-"

"Freddie Murcury and the Rolling Stones." His partner finished with him.

The albino smirked. "Who'd have thought another pair of hunters would catch on to this, so quickly? It'd normally take them another week." He commented.

His partner nodded, his expression unchanging. "Yeah, I know."

The two chuckled a bit before either spoke again. "You're just letting them catch up, though? You normally don't like it." Dwight commented

"Sure, why not?" He said. "It gets pretty boring, having to chase 'em out all the damn time. Why not see what they'll do?"

The albino snickered. "What if they catch up to us? We don't want to be hunted ourselves, do we?"

"You think they'll be able to tell?" The other snorted at the thought. "No, we'll be fine. Besides, they'd have to be damn clever to find us."

Dwight hummed a bit, but then looked back at Yagami. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He said amused.

And the two just went over to their car; a 2003 black Mustang with white racing stripes. And they just drove off...

Beginnings are hard... Wish me luck! :D

~ K. Fang-sama

PS: "Yagami's" ringtone was a song by Dir En Grey called: "Raison D'etre." I'd highly recommend giving it a listen. :)