Four years earlier

Bobby couldn't believe it. Jack was missing. His best friend. Gone and more than likely . . . dead. After he got the call from the police, he just sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the window that showed a beautiful, nighttime scene on the beach. What happened? Maybe Jack went on a vacation to write some songs.

More than likely, we would have let the others know about it. You see, for the past several years, Bobby and his friends had been in one of the world's most popular rock bands, Acrylyc Soul. It wasn't uncommon for the group's drummer to go M.I.A during recording times, but it was unusual for nobody to know about it. He didn't even tell his wife, Lisa.

Bobby's wife, Maddy, sat on the bed next to him. "Lisa's going to stay here for a few nights until she can get herself calmed down a bit. I set up the guest room for her."

"Ok," He whispered, tears welding up in his dark brown eyes. He got up, pulling his shirt off to get ready for bed. His nice muscles rippled as he crawled over to where his wife lay on the bed, wrapping his arms around her.

Maddy noticed the tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. "Oh, baby. It's gonna be ok. I promise." A lump had begun to form in her throat, also.

Their small dog, Pokey, crawled in between them, whimpering. Bobby and Maddy couldn't help but smile as the little dog curled up, comforting both of his owners.

As the group fell asleep, nobody saw the massive black shape with ice blue eyes floating outside of the window.

Present Day

Dean bobbed his head to Highway to Hell as they headed down the highway to their next case. Sam was dead asleep next to him, and Dean had the idea of sticking another spoon in his mouth and taking a photo of him in his while his brother slept. Frankly, they had already called a truce on their latest prank war.

The radio changed to a different song, one that he recognized slighty. I feel insane every single time/I'm asked to compromise/Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways/And that's the way it stays. He slowed the car down. Dean knew that he had the CD that this song belonged to somewhere in the trunk.

As he stopped the car and got out, Sam groggily sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "D-Dean?" He asked as his brother sat back down, going through a box of CD's and taking several of them out. "What are you doing? We're supposed to be-"

"Heading to our next case, blah-blah-blah, I know," He said as he put the box in the back seat and closed the car door. "Look at these and see if you recognize them."

He started driving again as Sam picked them up, looking them over. "Let's see . . . City of Lost Souls, Rising the Broken, Fear, and Seven Angels . . ." His eyes widened at the white one with the printed blood-red hand print. "Acrylyc Soul? I haven't heard their music in years!"

"Which is why we're heading to California," Dean grinned, "Beaches, babes, Hollywood, and the supposed Knife Master."

"Knife Master? Wasn't he their drummer? The dude that went missing?"

Dean put Fear into the CD player. "Supposedly. Some die-hard fans think that he's still around. And he's killing people. Or, at least, scaring them."

"What for?" Sam was really confused at the moment.

"That's what we're gonna find out."

Dean couldn't help but smile at the golden beaches. He also couldn't help but scowl at how warm it was. He pulled his shirt off as a group of teenage girls in skimpy bikinis walked by and whistled at his abs.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Sam felt himself blush with embarrassment. But he too, soon became victim to the strong heat and removed his shirt.

"One, it's hot as Hell, two, this is Hollywood! Home of Brad Pitt and Disneyland! Take some time to relax! See the 'sights'." He couldn't help but stare at the back ends of the girls that commented on his body shape.

"I will never understand you." Sam grinned as the light turned green and they headed to their hotel.

It was much nicer than most motels that the two demon-hunting brothers had stayed at in the past. Two king-sized beds and a full, fifty-six inch, flat-screen TV sat on the wall with the view of the beach from the balcony. "Money well spent!" Dean yelled as he plopped down on one of the beds.

Sam, however, cranked up the air conditioning, slipped on a thin t-shirt, sat down on the chair by the desk, and immediately began doing research on Acrylyc Soul through his laptop. He knew some of the small stuff about them; especially he and Jessica had once gone to one of their concerts when they were younger. And he knew the members: Reaper, (Bobby Hansen) their lead guitarist, Zero Veen, (Zackary Veen) the acoustic guitar player, Jimmy Demon, (James Dominic) the shortest and youngest in the band, and the base guitar player, M. Hellhound, (Markus Samson) the lead singer, and the one that Dean had been talking about, The Knife Master, (Jack Stalinski) the super tall and skinny drummer.

"Any luck?" Dean flipped through the channels on the TV.

"Nope . . . wait." He stopped after scrolling down on an information page on some fan site. "It shows their current jobs. Markus works as a choir teacher at the Jean Cameron High School . . . Bobby owns a guitar store with Zack . . . Jimmy . . . Oh my God!"

"What?" Dean jumped up and walked over to his brother, looking over his shoulder.

"Jimmy Demon is a . . . demon hunter."