AN: Hope you enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
John Winchester looked over Bobby Singer's shoulder at the World News newspaper.
The headlines read "Unnatural Deaths in Plains, Montana."
The article went on to explain the details of the investigation the police there were doing.
Bobby grinned up at John. "This sounds like a hunt right up our alley, don't it?" he asked.
It had been a slow two weeks with no hunts for the two to take care of.
They had become so restless that Mary, John's wife had told them to find something to do to get them out of her hair for a while.
So, they were in the bunker looking over the world news.
"The victims were mangled. It's werewolves, maybe." John replied, though he wasn't entirely sure.
"Not far. A day or two drive at the most. Want to go?" Bobby asked, already knowing his hunter partner's answer.
"Sure. Let us stop at my house so I can grab some clothes and tell Mary." John said.
"Fine. Get the truck started. I'll grab my bag." Bobby replied.
While John went to start the truck and go over the supplies they had and stock up on the ones they didn't, Bobby went and packed a small bag with all the necessaries he needed, including money they may need on the trip.
Once at the Winchester home John walked into the house and called out to Mary.
"What is it, dear?" Mary asked as she came to the living room. She held their almost one year old son, Dean in her arms.
"Bobby and I found a hunt in Plains, Montana. We're going to dispose of what seems like werewolves. We'll be gone for probably a week, Mary. Maybe two weeks depending on how strong they are and if we can find them." John told his wife.
"Okay. Just be careful. I don't want you two hurt again." Mary said.
John quickly packed his own bag and left the house after giving a final farewell to Mary.
He hopped in the truck and Bobby and him drove off to Plains, Montana.
Thirty five hours later John Winchester and Bobby Singer drove past the 'Welcome to Plains, Montana' sign.
It had taken longer than expected because the truck broke down, luckily Bobby, the great mechanic, was able to fix it after getting the parts.
Since it was dark by the time they got there they checked into a hotel and slept for the night.
First thing in the morning they got what information they could from the Plains Police Department, the people who were involved on the case of murders.
With fake FBI identities they were able to hear more detailed descriptions of what happened to the people who were killed.
Apparently, there were claw shape marks on the victims bodies. The marks were deep and long.
So far there had been five murders. They all had the same marks on them.
John and Bobby then split up to ask the locals about what had happened.
They didn't learn much from them though as they all seemed to not care or didn't want to talk to strangers.
The two hunters finally gave up around two o'clock that afternoon.
Bobby sat down heavily in the driver's seat of the truck. John settled in as well.
"Well, I'm starving. How about we find something to eat?" Bobby asked John.
John nodded. He was hungry too.
They found a quiet diner and sat down to read the menu.
Once their order was taken they looked at each other.
"So, what do you take of the situation?" John asked.
"Not much to go on. The murders were all done in different places in town." Bobby said.
Suddenly the bell on the diner door chimed and an old man in a large coat and hat walked in.
They then noticed that there were no other customers beside the two hunters and the man that had walked in.
All of a sudden the man was walking over to them.
"Excuse me, could I talk to you?" the man asked.
John looked at Bobby before saying, "Sure."
The man pulled up a chair from the table beside them and sat down.
"I hear that you to have been asking about those people who were killed. I don't know if this will help but I've been noticing something strange happening in the woods." the man said.
"What strange things?" John inquired, leaning forward.
"Well, I've been hearing screams in the woods in the west end of the town. Terrible screams. Like someone is being tortured." the man finished.
"Hmm. Thank you. It may help." Bobby said gruffly.
The old man just nodded before leaving the diner.
Bobby and John looked at each other.
"Want to go check it out before dark?" Bobby asked.
"Sure. I don't like the sound of what he said. I wonder what could be making those noises." John said. 'Definitely, since he said the noises sounded like someone was being tortured. The man could have exaggerated though. Fear makes people think the situation is worse than it is." he thought.
They didn't know they were in for a shock of their lives.
Bobby and John drove up an old but well used road into the forest. As they drove the woods got darker and darker giving off an spooky feeling.
"They people said that no one traveled into this part of the forest anymore. This road has been used many times. Why would someone be going down here if this place scares people?" Bobby asked.
Twenty five minutes later a cabin came into view. It looked run down and abandoned, but the two hunters knew better than that.
The truck slowed to a stop and John killed the engine.
John and Bobby got out of the truck, holding their guns at the ready.
They searched the grounds quietly.
About five minutes later they regrouped.
"Did you see any large paw prints over there?" Bobby asked. John nodded.
"I've never seen a creature around here with paws as big as that." John replied. "I wonder what made them."
"Let's look inside." Bobby said as began walking toward the cabin.
Bobby opened the door and went in followed by John.
The inside was barely furnished. There was a chair and a table. In the kitchen there was a table set.
The two hunters split up and checked the rooms to find them completely empty.
They meet each other in the front room.
"There a basement. You can get to it from the outside." John told Bobby. "Let's go check it out."
"Okay."
They walked back outside to a door slanted against the house. Bobby pulled the door open. They slowly ventured down into the basement.
John turned his flashlight on and waved it across the room.
A chair was lit up as they walked further. Then they could see a bed.
"What's a bed doing down in a basement like this?" John asked aloud.
They walked up to the bed and John shined the light over it.
There was something hiding under the sheets.
Bobby and John looked at each other before John pulled the covers back.
The two men gasped at the sight that met their eyes.
A little girl was curl up in as much of a fetal position as she could on the bed. She had shoulder length raven hair and very pale skin. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the posts on the bed.
John reached forward and touch her neck were her pulse point was.
"Bobby, she's still alive. We need to get her out of here, before whoever did this to her comes back." John choked out.
Bobby nodded and went to pick the locks on the chains. They each opened with a sharp click.
Bobby gently slipped the shackles from her ankles and wrists. There were dark purple and black bruises on them.
John looked at Bobby in shock. "Who would do this?"
John put his gun in the back of his pants and handed Bobby his flashlight. He then gingerly picked up the little girl and held her. They were soon on their way to the truck.
"Where are you taking her? She doesn't belong to you." a voice behind them sneered.