Believe:

A Heroes/Supernatural Story

What would happen is the Supernatural brothers, Sam & Dean, started investigating the Sylar killing on "Heroes"?

Let's find out…

Chapter 1:

MOUNDSVILLE, WEST VIRGINIA:

We meet our favorite brothers at a small diner in the middle of the small town. Sam looks up from his laptop to his older brother, Dean, who's enjoying a wonderful greasy dinner.

"Dean, check this out!"

"Damn it, Sam, I'm trying to eat my bacon cheeseburger. What is it?", Dean replied in an annoyed tone.

"Here's a story about a series of murders around the country, the most recent is of an artist in New York" said Sam, turning the laptop around to show his brother.

With a mouthful of burger, Dean blurts, "So?"

"So? SO, Dean! We haven't had any work in weeks. This might be the closest we get to anything."

Dean rolls his eyes and finishes his burger and fries. "Darlin'," raising his hand, " we need a check," turning to Sam, "Fine, if you really feel we need to."


On the road again, in Dean's shiny, black '69 Chevy Impala, Sam continues his research. "The artist's name was Isaac Mendez. They found him in his studio with the top of his head cut off."

"Sam, what do you think could do something like that? Nothing we've encountered before.", Dean replies as he turns the radio down.

"Let me call Bobby and see if he's ever seen anything like this," utters as searches for Bobby Singer's number in his cell's directory.

"Hey Bobby, it's Sam."

"I kinda guessed that from the sound of your voice. Nice to hear from you boys. What do ya need?"

"We found a case in New York, an artist with the top of his head cut was found in his studio and we can't figure out what could have done it."

"Nothing like that sounds familiar to me, son. I'll try do to some research myself and get back to you."

"Okay, Thanks Bobby. Bye."

"Bye, Sam."

"Well, Bobby knows nothing, but he's gonna try to find something about this creature," Sam informs Dean.

"Alright, does it say anything about where Mendez lived?"

" Not exactly an address, just that his studio was located in Lower Manhattan."

"How original for an artist in New York," Dean says as he turns up the radio as a Bon Jovi song begins.

Sam closes his laptop, and looks out the window into the darkness. Sleep pulls at Sam's eyelids. Sam yawns. Its late and Dean is probably just as tired as his younger brother.


After about twenty more minutes of driving, Dean decides to pull into a little motel parking lot. A motel obviously used for after-bar hook-ups. The name of the skanky inn was C & J Lodge.

At the front desk of the motel, Dean and Sam checked in as Steven Tyler and Joe Perry (common aliases for the brothers). The older man behind the desk rolls his eyes as he slides the key across the desk to Mr. Tyler.

Back at the room, just as the Sam and Dean close their for a night of rest before their adventure in New York, Sam's phone begins to ring. It's Bobby.

"Sam!"

(in a lethargic, yet annoyed tone) "Yes, Bobby?"

"That Thing in New York is called a 'Sylar'"

"'Sylar'?"

"Yeah, I've never heard of one before either. But I would definitely say you boys have a case on your hands. These Things have been all over. So you boys better rest up and get a lead on this monster."

"Bobby, you kinda interrupted the whole 'rest up' part. We will be up and on our way to Manhattan in the morning."

"Manhattan?"

"Yeah, the artist lived in Manhattan." Sam heard a low agreeing noise from Bobby's end. "Okay, Bobby. Goodnight."

"'night, son. Take care of yourselves."

"As always Bobby, bye."

Sam presses the red "End" button on his cell and rolls over. He spends his night wondering about the details of a "Sylar". What it looks like, what it does. Tomorrow will be another day in the life of the Winchesters.


Will Sam's questions be answered? Will Sam and Dean realize that Sylar is a who and not a what? Read the next chapter coming up soon to find out.


Author's Note: Sorry guys that Bobby is a little out of character. Bobby is hard to write for me. Conversations in general are hard for me. I'll try to correct it in the future.