The Apocalypse was over, Sam had his soul back, and aside from dealing with the civil war in heaven, along with the still unstable situation down in hell, the Winchesters' lives had basically returned to normal. Which, for Sam and Dean, meant sitting around sketchy motel rooms, and searching through the internet trying to find more man-eating monsters to stab. Or maybe shoot, or burn, or behead. It really all depended on the kind of week they were having.

"Okay, listen to this," Sam said from behind his laptop. Dean was, as usual, sprawled out on the bed watching some crappy romcom on HBO. He gave his brother his minimal attention as he rattled of the facts of the new case. "Twenty people missing along the same stretch of highway in the last couple weeks. Some from houses with the doors still locked, a few from school or from work—And get this, one guy from his car, which was driving down a street at the time. Cops found it with the engine still running, and the doors still locked from the inside."

"Alright, sounds like a case. How far we driving for this one?" Dean said, reluctantly turning off the TV.

"Actually, that's the weird thing. Y'know that town we stayed in last?"

"Yeah, what was it, Oak Falls, Missouri? Don't tell me that's where the last disappearances happened."

"Yeah, actually. And it's not just that. Here's some of the other towns: Morgan, Providence, Elk Creek—"

"Those are all towns we've visited in the past few weeks."

"Whatever this thing is, it looks like it's following us," Sam nodded.

"So it's a trap." Dean's face split into a grin. "Excellent. Let's get moving, Sammy!"

Oak Falls was closest, and currently missing 17 year old Jason Head, 40 year old Alicia Goodwin, 32 year old Alex Fox, and 56 year old Frank Myers. A cursory search of the victims' backgrounds hadn't resulted in any connections between them. They had different ages, genders, ethnicities, and religious identifications, and as near as Sam and Dean could tell, the three victims had never met. Interviewing the families only added to the mystery; no one had witnessed the disappearances, but both families reported missing objects in the hours following the disappearances. Nothing important or expensive; most of the objects were old pieces of junk, but all had some sentimental value to the victims. When Sam and Dean returned to their motel room, they felt no closer to solving the case than they did when they first got to town.

"I don't know, man," Dean said, flopping onto his bed. "I've never heard of anything doing something like that. I mean, my best guess would be some sorta vengeful spirit—"

"But that doesn't explain why it's following us, or what significance the victims have," Sam finished for him. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "There's gotta be something we can find out. Whatever the thing is, it's after us. If we don't know what we're up against, we're basically sitting ducks."

Sam looked back at the investigation notes Dean had haphazardly thrown up on the motel room wall. He carefully examined the faces of Frank Myers and Alicia Goodwin, the two victims missing from this town so far. Cocking his head to the side, Sam realized something.

"Hey, Dean. Does Goodwin look familiar to you?"

Dean picked his head off the bed, and considered the photo for a minute.

"I don't know, why? She look familiar to you?"

"I think…I'm pretty sure she was our waitress at that diner last time we were in town."

Dean hopped off the bed, and walked up to examine the photos more closely.

"I think you're right. And now that I think about it… I met Myers in a bar one night. Hustled him in pool."

"So two people missing in this town, and they just happen to be people we met? People we talked to?" Sam wasn't liking the implications of that one bit. Dean opened his mouth to respond, when the brothers heard a scream coming from outside.

Without thinking, the two of them scrambled into action, throwing open the door, and booking it in the direction of the scream, Sam with a shotgun in hand. Outside they found a woman Dean recognized as the (exceptionally attractive) young woman who'd checked them in earlier was being attacked by—well, it was certainly something new for the Winchesters. Floating menacingly above the woman was some sick cross between a leech and a mosquito—it's mouth was a pit filled with razor sharp teeth, while it's skinny legs swiped at the woman, and it's four wings kept it floating in midair. It was flying just high enough, Dean realized with a scowl, to keep it out of stabbing distance.

Dean ran to the woman, grabbing her around the waist, and dragging her as far away from the thing as he could manage. Sam, meanwhile, ran out in front of the two of them, pumping the monster full of bullets. For a few seconds, that seemed to do the trick. The monster doubled in on itself, letting out an ear splitting screech, and Sam lowered his gun. Then, the creature righted itself, diving straight for Sam. He managed to roll out of the way, just barely, and shot at it again. This time, the bullets seemed to affect the thing even less, and Sam realized that at this point, he was mainly just annoying the it.

The monster started to close in on him, opening its mouth to display seemingly endless rows of teeth. As it got closer, Sam's vision seemed to stretch and bend around him. He couldn't move. He could just barely hear his brother calling out his name, and then…a strange, unearthly wheezing sound filled the air.

The monster broke away from Sam, and flew off behind him. As Sam felt sensation return to his arms and legs, he turned around to find the thing facing off against what looked like a blue phone booth. A man stepped out of it, and, as the monster began to dive towards him, the man quickly took out a glowing green device. It let out a high pitched buzzing noise that stopped the creature in its tracks, and, after a few seconds of this, the monster backed away, literally disappearing from the parking lot in a great ball of sparks.

The man smiled to himself, pocketing the device just as a young woman stepped out of the blue box to join him. Then, acting as if everything that had just happened was perfectly normal, the two of them walked up to Sam.

"Hello!" the man said cheerily. "I'm the Doctor, this is Clara. And who might you be?"

Was the last thing Sam heard before his head hit the pavement.