Smallville and Supernatural crossover. I own neither, but I go this idea in my head from just watching the episode of Smallville "Nicodemus". And then episode "Devil's trap" from Supernatural...we'll see how this manifestation of my imagination and the two shows will end up.

.

Enjoy!

Prologue

Smallville Torch

Article by Chloe Sullivan

Recent events leave police baffled. From Metropolis, the great big city, to our little town of Smallville, there have been a number of attacks that make no sense in any of the police case files. The most recent investigation is a Jane Doe with scratches all over her body; her left leg missing and her chest and stomach completely torn apart. "It's a gruesome sight to behold, I'm just glad that no children was out at the time the body was discovered" Says Sheriff Johnson, I must say readers, this is a baffling case.

Police have issued a curfew to insure that we 'reckless teens' stay safe; theories say this crime happened at night. Hence, the curfew. If anyone is to ask my opinion, I'd say it happened weeks ago and the body was dumped here; I have ran my opinion by the police and they are looking into such a thing-

"You can't write that." Clark says, leaning over Chloe's shoulder reading her written word. She scoffs, tucking a short tress of blond hair behind her ear. "It's a school paper, not a rag...you can't express your opinion of, Chloe."

"Clark," she says, picking up her yellow and white Beanery coffee mug and taking a sip of her cocoa- she hates coffee, and will never take a sip of it. Blech. "It's freedom of speech."

"Chloe-"

"If you don't like what I'm writing, you don't have to read the paper." Clark sighs, running a hand through his dark hair and sitting on the desk that sits adjacent to Chloe's.

"I just don't want you get in trouble with Principal Kwan." She shakes her head, her short blond locks shaking from side to side against her cheeks. Her brown eyes alight as her fingers start typing her article again.

"I won't, trust me, Clark." She sounds so sure, but... "If Principal Kwan has an issue with this week's paper, then he can take it up with me."

"Of course," Clark says, rolling his eyes while tugging his backpack shoulder strap tighter in his grip. "You are the editor."

"Damn straight, Kent." Chloe says in a teasing voice. "Now, the bell is going to ring in five minutes...you should be in-" she turns to see Clark already gone "-class."

Clark Kent. The friend of hers who has her heart, doesn't know it, and is the ever loving mystery of Smallville.

Townsend, Mississippi

Downtown deli & market

"Hey..." Sam Winchester says, putting down a newspaper and looking at his brother Dean; half a chili dog stuffed in his mouth; a beer in his hand. He's a real tribute to the nearly extinct all American rednecks of the United States of America. "Dean."

"What?" Dean retorts, his cheeks resembling a chipmunk. Sam shakes his head, pointing to the article- police log.

"Does this sound like anything we've dealt with before?" Leaning over to look at the police log, he sees a picture of a red-head, with big and round eyes and a sharp nose. Strong jaw line. Nice chest. No wait...that's the end of the hot dog that fell out of his mouth...and he picks it up and puts it back in.

"What am I looking at?" Sam shakes his head at his brother's obliviousness.

"The Jane Doe." he starts reading the Small Square, "-body was mutilated beyond recognition. Arms and legs completely torn off, her chest and stomach torn to shreds-does that sound something we've dealt with?" He looks at his brother, who now has a tense jaw and his eyes are hard with a color green so dark that it's black.

"Sounds like a Hell Hound."

"Dean-" a Hell Hound without a master? Highly unlikely.

"It sounds like a Hell Hound, Sammy. Like Crowley is letting his bitch run loose-"

"No," Sam says, "I don't think Crowley is behind this."

"Well what do you think it is then?" Sam scoffs, shaking his head and looking at the police log with the girl's picture again.

"It does sound like a Hell Hound but-"

"Great, we'll check it out. Talk to Crowley about controlling his bitch and keeping it on a leash."

"Dean-"

"Where is this case?" Sam sighs, shaking his head. Dean's made up his mind, and when his mind is made up, it's hard to change it back.

"Smallville, Kansas."

Dean smirks, "well then, we're heading to Smallville."