Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Justified and I'm not making any money from writing this.

Okay so I tried to make this story as accessible as possible to both fandoms and I hope I succeeded. If anything at all confuses you please let me know and I will try to fix it.

So if you are unfamiliar with any of these shows here is a brief synopsis (also you should watch them because they are amazing)

Supernatural: If you haven't heard of Supernatural by now I have to ask what webpage you have been hiding under. So it's a show about two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, who travel around America in a cool car and hunt supernatural creatures and it has a super cool and complex mythology and characters.

Justified: is about a U.S. Marshal named Raylan Givens who is transferred to his home state of Kentucky to solve crime in a ridiculously cool cowboy hat. He runs into trouble when characters from his past cause some problems in the present. One of these characters is Boyd Crowder, who is sometimes a bad guy and sometimes isn't. I don't want to spoil anything so I'll leave it at that. Basically you should watch it sometime.

Prologue: a chance encounter

Dean Winchester was stitching up his side in a dank motel room in Alabama when his phone rang. It was his dad, he knew because his dad was the only one that called him these days.

"Hey" Dean answered.

"Hey son, did you finish the hunt?" he asked.

"Yeah, the body was cremated so it was difficult to find what the spirit had latched onto." Dean started telling the story eagerly.

"But, it's finished?" his dad interrupted obviously not wanting to hear the details.

"Yes sir" Dean responded. Dean knew from his father's voice that he had called to give him another assignment and not to check up on him.

"I got wind of a werewolf in Chicago. You're going to need to get some more silver bullets before you head up there. I always got them from a woman named Mary Richardson from Harlan, Kentucky. If she can't help you then I guess you should call Bobby. I've got to go, talk to you soon." Then the call disconnected. His father got more distant with each phone call. It was like Sammy was the only thing that kept him coming back to his kids after a hunt.

Sammy was a sophomore in college now. He was doing great every time Dean went up to check on him. Even thinking about his little brother hurt but, Sammy was doing what he wanted to do. Sam wanted to learn. To him school was boring but Sammy, the little geek, loved everything about it. Sammy especially loved how it made him feel normal. Dean couldn't pull off normal even if he wanted to he was a freak and everyone knew it. Dean finished stitching up broken skin and checked out of his motel. He was on the road again. At least he had his car, a '67 Chevy impala, and some AC/DC.

Kentucky was a two day drive from where he was. He loved to drive; roaming like this was part of what he loved about his job. He could just go. Anywhere and anytime he wanted to. Save a few innocents from a monster along the way and he was content. Kentucky was a place he had been a few times before and he wasn't a big fan. The hills were dark and green and absolutely anything could be lurking in them. He felt trapped and he didn't like that.

Harlan was nestled in the mountains of Appalachia in a county of the same name. Mary Richardson was not in the phone book as expected but, he gave it a shot anyways. He checked into a motel and found a diner. Apple pie was the dessert of the day Dean noticed with a smile.

"What can I get you?" his waitress was a teenage girl with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty despite the globs of makeup covering the acne on her forehead.

"Hamburger, some fries and a slice of apple pie." Dean turned on the charm and the girl blushed as she wrote down his order. The food was good, better than he had had in a long time. His waitress came to ask how he was doing and brought a slice of pie with her. Her name tag said her name was Amanda.

"This food is awesome." He assured her. She giggled and scurried off to wait on the other costumers. Some of them were actively glaring at him but Dean didn't care. He left her a nice tip when he got up to pay. The older lady at the register was frowning at him so his smiled at her as he paid. Small towns knew everyone right?

"Hey, do you know someone named Mary Richardson?" Dean turned on the charm.

"No I don't, sorry sweetie." She smiled sweetly but seemed annoyed with him for some reason. The cute waitress did look a lot like her. Maybe Dean had been flirting with her daughter.

"Maybe she got married or do you know anyone else with the name Richardson?" He asked.

"I know lots of Mary's and I don't know any family called Richardson." The lady seemed to want him to leave now but was much too polite to say so.

"Okay, thanks anyways." Dean smiled politely and raised a hand in farewell.

"Mary Richardson's been dead five years now." A voice said behind him. He turned to face an older woman with a hard, lined face and stringy hair just beginning to grey. Dean frowned if she was dead then what was he supposed to do? Call Bobby? "Why you looking for her?" the woman asked.

"My father said she could help me with something, obviously my info is a little dated." Dean told her.

"My name is Helen" she shook his hand "why don't you come with me, see if I can help you." The woman turned to leave the diner. Did she know he was a hunter? Dean gave a small shrug and followed the woman out of the dinner. Once they were outside Helen turned to him and started to talk.

"I know Mary was involved with some things, what I don't know but, she mentioned that she supplied people with items. She believed in magic and other things like demons. Her husband didn't approve so she stopped or at least she appeared to have stopped. Is that what you came here for?" the woman, Helen, asked shrewdly.

"Yes Ma'am" Dean said seriously.

"She's gone and I don't know anyone else that can help you." Helen said. She frowned in disapproval about what he was here for but, didn't seem to be lying.

"Does she have any family I can talk to?" He asked.

"Her folks are gone. I guess talk to her son; he was always an odd one. If any of them know something it would be him. Go to Cumberland, to Johnny's bar, and ask for Boyd Crowder."

"Thank you" He said as Helen turned away and went back into the diner.