Everyone- this is my first Supernatural fanfic- hopefully the idea is good.

A few small informational fun-facts before we begin.

Romance: As much as i love Destiel, there will be no romance/parings not in cannon unless reviews and general population convince me other wise

Plot: Pretty much mapped out- well...kinda...similar to cannon the best as possible considering the circumstances.

Location in series: This is right after the second episode of season 7- Sam is having hallucifer (After learning about the scar-trick), Bobby is still alive, Castiel is still 'dead'

Hopefully that's all you need to know- the person in this chapter is actually not important at all. It's just...background, to be honest. Explaining the story.

I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

~Oceanbreeze7

Somewhere- a long since abandoned TV flickered on. Static a few seconds, flashes of color before seeming to settle on one picture, alternating and distorting before stabilizing. In the emptiness the room provided, the ghostly light seemed to cast long shadows, darkness abundant behind chairs and overturned tables where the light was stopped. The stereo pitched, squealing loudly before stabilizing like the screen, it too moving to a gentle volume, as if a soft purr for absent ear drums.

"You creatures are such petty things" He spoke, the screen only revealing the form fitting suit jacket, and the considerably smooth hands folded on the lap. Legs bent, one knee resting gently over the other almost implying it was reading a book. "Interesting, yes. But smart? Wise?"

What was a mouth curled into a sardonic smile, the one sided conversation amused the mystery person. His hands unfolded, moving so each finger tapped near silently against the corresponding digit, "I assume that's why I'm dare granting such a gift- 'what gift?' you must be asking." It shifted, leg sliding off smoothly as its entire body seemed to lean forward, mouth shifting into a grin.

"See- it's nothing that you shouldn't have known or noticed. You are all just sheep, dull and dumb, following only what you've been told. You may have moments of excitement or brilliance, but mostly you're just bugs. Odd, young, unpredictable bugs." It smiled once more, revealing perfect white teeth "And that's where our fun will start."

"You humans are so blind, you don't even care to look over that little paper bag on all your heads. So let's take it off- let's take that little ignorance right out from in front of you. No illusions, no disguises. You think monsters don't exist? They're just good at hiding- so let's shine that spotlight. Demons, angels, ghosts and ghouls- run away. You don't have your precious shadows to hide in anymore. Let the games begin."

It didn't laugh, but its mouth opened in a voiceless look of pure excitement. "But of course, I couldn't just let you awkward little humans get slaughtered, now could I? Those forms you're in? Those teeth, those claws- they aren't just a form anymore. They're yours, you break one, you can't just shift back and hope for the best. Let's see how careful you get now that the humans can see your true forms. Or let's see how reckless- it'll be interesting. And me? Well, I'm not on anyone's side, I'm just here for the show."

A twitch of its lips, as if it was trying not to laugh, "I know I know- 'only the monsters on Earth? Throw me a challenge!' Don't worry about that. You want madness? You want insanity? How about Hell being open? How about Purgatory, and Heaven, and all other little realms you know about. Surely that won't be too much of a problem- now that the whole world is in on this little dogfight."

He shifted once more, fingers coming together to tap quietly. His whole body slouched, as if relaxing in the chair they could ever so slightly see and its glittering cufflinks were exposed to the light, "The best part out of all of this, is that you can't do anything about it. You think life is so easy? You tell your children stories at night of monsters, well you better run, because now, you are the monsters."

A smile, and two words spoken with such sincerity, it was startling in comparison to the childish tone prior, "Good luck."

x-(X)-x

The video was pre-recorded. There was no actual time stamp- it could have been made one day, or one year before it aired.

It was sent on a frequency unknown to human devices, somehow registering and playing with no stop. Radios, TV's, Cell Phones, Computers- anything that could pick up frequency or the unheard scripts of code was constantly playing simultaneously across the entire planet.

"Sir- we can't block it!" One man shouted, fingers flying on the keyboard as he and his many other companions attempted to descramble the signal, trying to trace it back to its original source.

Across the entire globe all government agencies continued the pattern. Translating over a dozen languages and attempting to track the odd message to its source.

"Sir- an energy spike it being sent out." One woman frowned, glancing over to her other workers who also found the energy spike stretching in one invisible electromagnetic pulse. "It's global."

It traveled, spreading from the equation before resonating outwards, heading out towards each of the poles.

It passed, vanishing until there was no trace of the pulse. Silence, as if nothing had changed.

"…Is that it?" One person asked, frowning before typing quickly. No results- as if the message had no significance what so ever.

Of course, it meant something.

Somewhere in Colorado a Kitsune yelped, looking at her hands in shock and horror as her skin shifted. Her nails slid out, revealing the long sharp claws. She stared, almost in shock before tensing her hands, willing the claws to retract.

They didn't.

In Florida a coven of vampires hissed, retreating into an alleyway as their hands flashed to their mouth in a flare of pain. Teeth were sliding out unwillingly. Eyes wide they glanced to each other in terror.

A demon flinched, hand quickly moving to its head as a pulse of pain, blinking and feeling the slight webbing sensation of its true eyes being revealed.

Everywhere, similar events occurred. Wraiths, Ghosts, Djinn, Vetala- everything.

And somewhere, the creature in the prerecorded message grinned.

Okay- i guess this is the boring part at the end.

I really really love reviews- the longer the better. Even if you stop and say 'goodz' thats fine.

Please leave criticism, or speculations, those are fun to.

If you leave an idea for the plot i will consider it.

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~Oceanbreeze7