Chapter One

One Year Later

"So this Axel guy is a friend of Bobby's huh?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the road ahead.

"Yeah, apparently they go way back, although he's not a hunter. Bobby helped him out a few years back with a fang problem he had." Sam replied, glancing over at his brother, as he drove.

"Seems he often runs into trouble then, hey Sammy." Dean grinned.

"Sure does. From what I found out from Bobby, people have been going missing and when they are eventually found a week or so later they're either stark raving mad or dead." He responded with a slight smile.

"So I guess we should head over to this Axel guy's place and ask some questions, find out a few more details." Dean finished, as they passed the road sign that said "Welcome to Detroit".

"Yeah sure." Sam answered, looking out the window.

Pulling up outside an old fashioned house, the brothers climbed out of the Impala and looked around.

The house had a lovely old wooden porch that appeared very welcoming. Walking up the path towards Axel's house the brothers took one last look around before Sam knocked on the door.

The door slowly opened to reveal a stout, fifty-something, white haired man with black thick rimmed glasses.

"Yes. Can I help you two gentlemen?" The large man asked kindly.

"Yes Sir. We are Sam and Dean Winchester. We are friends of Bobby Singer, he sent us here to help you out." Sam politely replied, extending his hand out in greeting.

"Ah yes. Bobby said you were coming. Hi I'm Axel, you better come in." He responded, shaking Sam and Deans hand, before stepping aside to let the two men in.

"Would either of you like a coffee." He asked kindly, once they were standing in the hall.

"That would be great, thank you." Sam answered, as Dean nodded.

"Very well. Why don't you two head into the lounge and I will bring the coffees in alright?" Axel responded, showing the way to his lounge.

Walking into the lounge, the brothers took a seat on a light brown leather sofa. The room was a little cluttered, similar to Bobby's. Books were scattered here and there. Mostly history books, ranging in everything from the Egyptians to the World Wars.

"Do you like history then Axel?" Dean asked, smirking a little at the dustiness of the room and the strong smell of peppermint and the coffee Axel was bringing into the room on a tray.

"Ha. I should be. I'm the local historian. I also teach history at the local university. That's how I meant Bobby you know. I expect he told you about helping me with a problem I had with vampires ten or so years ago. Well it all happened on the campus, so of course he was there asking questions. And I guess I was too nosy and asked a few too many questions myself, and after much pestering on my part he told me all about what he did and I guess we have been friends ever since. He was the first person I thought of when all these disappearances happened." Axel said, passing a mug of steaming hot coffee to Sam and Dean.

"So about these disappearances, what can you tell us about them?" Sam asked, taking a sip of the strong coffee.

"I'm afraid I don't know much. What I do know is what I told Bobby. We've had several people go missing, men and woman, all local. From what I know from the news reports, they were all last seen at The Raven, it's a nightclub the other side of town. Anyway police reports say they found a couple of dead bodies around town, down alleyways, in abandoned houses and such. Though that's not the weird thing about all this. According to papers, one of the men that went missing was found three days later stumbling around town, yelling about a monster trying to eat him." Axel answered, taking a seat next to his clutter filled desk.

"OK. That does sound like our kind of gig. Do you know this man's name and where we can find him? We could probably go ask some questions tomorrow morning." Dean mentioned.

"Yes sure, I know all of that. Although I doubt you will get much out of him. He died a day or two ago. The police reports said that he had a seizure and passed away." Axel continued.

"That will make things more difficult." Sam said, placing his empty mug on the glass coffee table in front of him.

"I guess we'll have to go down to the coroners office tomorrow and get a report about him, see what we can dig up. Thanks Axel for your help and the great coffee. We better be heading off its getting late, and looks like we will probably have an early start tomorrow." Dean said standing up and shaking Axel's hand with a smile.

"Yes, certainly boys. Please do keep me informed about all of this, will you?" He questioned kindly.

"Definitely. Thanks again for everything." Sam replied, following his older brother out to the Impala.

"You sure this is out kind of thing Dean? That man Axel was talking about could just be crazy." Sam inquired as they drove to the nearest motel.

"Do you really think its not? I mean people going missing, a crazy guy screaming about a monster. It does sound like our kind of thing." Dean replied, pulling into the parking lot for the motel.

"Yeah you're probably right. We will check out the coroners office tomorrow." Sam mentioned, getting out of the Impala and heading over to the reception to get them a room.

Dean waited patiently in the car for about ten minutes, before Sam came walking back towards him.

"We're in luck, we got the last room, it's around the back come on." Sam said as they drove over to the area where they were staying, parking the Impala right outside their room.

Climbing out the car, they began to walk towards their room, when Dean suddenly stopped where he was, looking the other way with a shocked expression.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, looking at his brother, then his gaze followed to where he was staring.

There in the parking lot, parked very near their motel room was a bright red 1971 Plymouth Roadrunner.

Dean's pulse quickened as he stared at the car in front of him, not moving a muscle.

"Dean, it's probably not hers. We haven't seen or heard from her in a year. Do you really think we would accidentally bump into her now?" Sam asked looking at his brother.

"Sammy I would know that car anywhere, I helped fix it remember?" Dean replied slowly walking towards the car.

"Dean. Wait. You could be mistaken. She might have sold..." Sam tried to respond, before his sentence was cut off mid way as the sound of a door opened and out stepped a woman.

The woman had long, silky brown hair tied back into a tight ponytail. The familiar battered brown leather jacket and a crisp white blouse stood out against her curvy body as she walked towards the roadrunner. Her long legs seemed to be accentuated by the navy blue pencil skirt and the matching stilettos she was wearing.

They both watched as she opened the truck of the car and grabbed a large bag out, before closing it again and heading back towards her room, with the bag slung over her shoulder.

Dean stood there. His jaw open in shock, his expression a mixture of confusion and pain.

"Dean, are you OK?" Sam asked quietly.

He didn't say a word as he quickly walked over to where the woman had just gone, as Sam rushed after him.

Dean was just about to hammer his fist of the door when it suddenly opened to reveal the surprised woman standing there.

Staring at the woman before him, his heart nearly stopped from the pure adrenaline that was coursing through his body. His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Jaime?"


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