Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, I just like to write stories in between episodes.
A/N: this story disregards some information from Phantom Traveler, The Usual Suspects, Road Kill, and Ghost Facers. Set in between Dead in the Water and Phantom Traveler.
So there are a lot of location mistakes in this. This is sort of a local legend, but unfortunately I live in Canada, and I wanted to set this in America, so the town of Bethany is actually located in Southern Ontario, but in the story, it is actually where Rochester New York is, so sorry if anyone actually cares about location, and historical accuracy.
Like I said before this is sort of a local legend, more like a historical mystery to be exact, but I decided to elaborate on it and make it a job for Sam and Dean.
So here it is, I hope you like it.
KS.
HILL OF BONES
Prologue
Bethany, around 1850
"Damn those cattle."
Once again he had been awoken by the sounds of his cattle breaking out of the barn and running freely around his property. Looking out the window Mr. Strong could see that most of them were in and around the barnyard, and making a mess of the backyard, but he could see a couple of them running back into the hills at the back edge of his property.
"SHIT, stupid cattle! Its fing 2 in the morning!"
It was a cold October morning, and the rain hadn't stopped for a week, making the ground soft and muddy. In other words it was downright dreary, and now he had to go out there and round up all of these stupid fing cattle!
The house was cold, the wood stove having gone out hours ago. Mr. Strong made his way down the steps of his old farmhouse into the kitchen, where he proceeded to put on his heavy jacket and leather work boots.
Once outside he made his way over to the barnyard where he could better assess the damage that had been done. He immediately saw the problem. Someone had left the gate open, and the cows, seeing a chance for freedom, and easily been able to break through. A few sheepish cows still stood there, staring at him with their big black eyes.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he said out of frustration, "Stupid cattle!"
...
Most of the cows had been easy enough to round up and get back to the barn. They had quickly realized how much better off they had been in the barn, rather than the cold rainy day. Doing a head count, he realized that he was several cows short, they must have been the ones he saw making their way back into the forest.
He sighed he was going to have to walk back there. There were several hundred of acres of forests back there; he just hoped that they would be smart enough not to wander too far in.
...
He had headed back on the trail, and only when he had made it to the last stretch of the path, did he see them. Their black beady eyes staring at him from the depths of the dark forest.
The sun had risen now, but the dark grey clouds that still delivered a constant drizzle of cold rain made it look as if it were still night.
He continued to make his way into the forest, but every time he thought that he was getting close to the cows, they would bolt off.
Finally, several hundred feet into the forest, he spotted them. The stupid cows were about to dive head first into the icy water of the creek!
He was five steps away, he could practically touch them! Four! Three! Two! One... and down he went, his left leg sinking deep into the damp soil of the forest.
"Shit!..."
Bringing his leg out of the earth, he looked around at the hole that he had discovered. Beneath his leg, he saw the shiny white bone of a skull. Looking closer, he saw hundreds of skulls!
He had always thought of himself as a man who did not scare easily, but seeing all of these bodies, he couldn't help but scream. Many gut wrenching screams. The cattle having have heard him ran back towards the farm, leaving him amidst the many dead bodies, lost in the forest.