"Dude look at this," Sam said throwing the newspaper on the table Dean was sitting at. Dean had a burger in between both of his hands with a bite missing out of it.

"Dude, can it wait?" Dean mumbled with a mouth full of the burger he had just taken a bite out of.

"No we need to hurry, this thing isn't going to stop and there is two family members left," Sam said in a hurry. Sighing Dean put his burger down and grabbed the paper. Dean quickly read over the article Sam had pointed out to him.

"You know what this is?" Dean asked with a confused look on his face after finishing the article.

"Yeah. Don't you recognize it from dad's journal?" Sam asked pulling out their father's journal from his bag. Sam began flipping through the pages trying to find the entry that described the creature.

"No, I don't recognize it," Dean said trying to rack his brain. Sam let out an ah ha letting Dean know that he had found what he was looking for.

"Here, read this," Sam said pushing the journal over towards Dean. Sam's finger pointed at the entry that he wanted Dean to read. A sketch of a pale white creature with hollow eyes and razor sharp claws was drawn next to the entry.

"Talk about a face only a mother could love," Dean joked earning an eye roll from Sam.

"Just read what dad wrote," Sam said ignoring his brother's pitiful joke.

September 20th, 1994

Newcomb, New York

Left boys with Bobby for this one. Too dangerous. Never seen a creature like this one before. Not much is known about The Rake. It's physically terrifying to look at. Pale white skin, razor sharp claws, sharp teeth… I may not get scared easily but looking at this creature gave me chills. Bobby didn't have much to go on… Most accounts have the creature showing up during the night. There are accounts of the creature watching people sleep in their beds. Some accounts say they saw the creature for a brief second during the day, and later the creature showed up in their rooms. The creatures' pattern seems to be unpredictable. Sometimes it will visit the victim one night and then it will never be seen again. Other times The Rake will kill its victim on the spot or drag it off somewhere and kill it there. Other accounts say the creature just shows up every night in the victim's room taunting them and toying with them until they are driven to suicide.

Family of four in Newcomb… Killed wife in bed while husband watched. Left husband and children alive. Husband told police that the creature keeps reappearing in his room every night, trying to persuade him to basically kill the rest of his family. Police didn't believe him after standing guard at his house for two days. Husband became number one suspect in wife's murder.

Bobby and I spent hours trying to find lore on how to kill this damn thing. We found absolutely nothing… There were no records of someone actually killing it. Bobby found a few accounts of where people tried to shoot it, but the creature always escapes due to its inhuman speed.

Regardless of the fact that I have no clue how to kill it, I'm going to try anyway. I got the Impala loaded with enough ammunition and weapons to supply a whole army. I'm going tonight….

September 21st, 1994

Newcomb, New York

Damn thing got away… I was able to wound it in the leg with a shotgun… The creature bleeds, so it has to be killable. It was in the kid's bedroom. I saw it from the window. It was sitting at the end of the little boy's bed just watching him sleep. By the time I had gotten up there the thing was already heading out the window. I got a shot off at it and the creature made a sick high pitch cry. I tried tracking the creature back to where ever it was nesting. I was able to follow it for a few miles, but it was too fast and eventually I lost it. I'm going to try to track it down today in the day.

September 25th, 1994

Newcomb, New York

I have searched for The Rake for three days straight without finding it. The creature has not returned to the household it had been visiting. Did I kill it? Is it still out there wounded? Is it searching for another victim? I hate not knowing…

September 27th, 1994

Newcomb, New York

I have searched for The Rake for a week, and yet I have not found anything to indicate that it is even still alive. If I haven't found anything by tomorrow I am heading back to Bobby's to pick up the boys.

"A Rake? I've never heard of a Rake before," Dean questioned finishing the journal entry their dad had written. Sam had pulled out his laptop sometime when Dean was reading.

"Neither have I, but hey get this, there are thousands of eyewitness accounts that claim they saw this Rake. I'm sure a lot of them are lying, but some of them are probably true. I guess dad didn't kill it," Sam said as he continued to look at his computer.

"Or maybe it has family?" Dean suggested

"Could be, but I mean it's the same town and it sounds like it's almost the same situation. Kills one member of the family and then tries to coerce the other member to kill the rest of the family," Sam said noting the similarities.

"That's a weird feeding routine though. I mean from what dad notes it's been over 20 years since thing has been active. Maybe we should do little bit of research and see if we can find if this thing has attacked any other families?" Dean suggested.

"I'll do some research on the road. We should really get going. If dad's right then this thing is going to be visiting the family tonight," Sam said shutting his laptop.

"Alright we'll leave the bunker in ten. I get to finish my burger first though!" Dean said returning his attention to the burger.

"Fine I am going to go and pack a few things," Sam said shaking his head at his brother's obsession with food.

…..

"So get this," Sam said breaking the silence in the Impala. They had been on the road for about an hour and a half now. "It looks like over the past twenty years this thing has hit forty other families all over the U.S. It looks like each attack happens about six months apart. It seems like the longest it has tormented a family is two months. Its attacks seem to be different each time though. Here Tom Baker, with a family of four, shot his whole family because 'the black eyed white man' convinced him to. He is currently locked in a mental institution in Florida. Another family in Tennessee disappeared one by one until they were all gone. Each time a family was interviewed regarding their lost family, all they could say was a bony white creature with sharp claws was abducting them. I mean it's ridiculous reading all these accounts," Sam said almost at a loss for words.

"Too bad Dad didn't have the internet we have today back then. I'm sure he would have hunted this thing down just like yellow eyes," Dean said thinking of how his father dedicated his life to finding that demon.

"I can't believe Dad never told us about this one," Sam said in disbelief.

"Well you know dad, he likes to brag about the wins. The losses don't attract the ladies," Dean said earning a brief smile and a head shake from Sam.

"You think we should call for back up on this one?" Sam asked knowing this was not going to be an easy case.

"Let's start out with us and if need be we all know Cas lives in my ass and will come if we need him.

"Alright sounds good. Something tells me this is going to be a hard case," Sam said shutting his laptop.

"It will definitely not be a piece of cake that's for sure," Dean agreed. They both sat in silence for a moment before Dean spoke again. "It's too quiet. You know what we need? Music!"

Before Sam could even object Dean turned on the radio. After a second of tuning he found a station that was playing music. An all too familiar tune was playing and both boys instantly looked at each other. Asia's Heat of the Moment was blaring through the speakers of the Impala. Without Hesitation Sam turned the dial. He adjusted the dial until he came across a station playing Taylor Swift. He was about to change the station once more when her noticed Dean faintly moving his lips to the song.

"Dean really?" Sam asked stifling a laugh.

"Shut up Sam! You weren't turned into a friggin teenager! This crap is infectious!" Dean said trying to defend himself.

"Yeah true, but I did switch bodies with one and you don't see me singing along," Sam shot back.

"Well at least the teenager I turned into still would have gotten me laid," Dean retorted after thinking for a second

"Yeah because singing Taylor Swift really gives you that WOW factor," Sam said chuckling.

Dean grumbled under his breath and smacked Sam's hand away from the dial. He tuned it until he heard a familiar song. Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive was playing on the station. Dean left it for a few seconds until all the memories of him getting torn to shreds and becoming Hell Hound chow came flooding back. He quickly changed the station once more. Finally, he found a song he liked. Led Zepplin's Stairway to Heaven. He looked over to Sam hoping to see a look of content on his face, but was met with a look of disgust.

"What? What's wrong?" Dean asked confused.

"Dean, do you not remember me telling you that Lucifer played this song on repeat in my mind?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Oh yeah that's when he wouldn't let you go to sleep," Dean said remembering the conversation the two had.

"Yeah well that ruined the song for me… for like ever," Sam said getting ready to change the station.

"Grab one of dad's old tapes. Since the radio sucks today we will pick our own music," Dean said motioning toward the glove box.

"You still have these?" Sam said as he opened the glove box to find a couple cassette tapes scattered about.

"Yeah I do. Somehow some of them survived the truck wreck and all the other crazy things that have happened to Baby," Dean said giving the Impala a pat on the dashboard.

"Well what tape out of the greatest hits of mullet rock would you prefer to listen to?" Sam asked remembering seeing the tapes at the gas station all of those years ago.

"Put in the Metallica one," Dean insisted.

"Of course," Sam said rolling his eyes. Sam inserted the tape and almost instantaneously the heavy metal music began playing.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Dean said giving the steering wheel a few drum-roll taps with the palm of his hands. Sam shook his head and couldn't help but let a wide smile creep across his face.

"Sometimes you need to enjoy the little things," Sam thought to himself. He knew whenever they reached their destination it wasn't going to be a very happy environment. A woman just lost her husband, a child lost her father, and Sam knew that it was probably for good. He knew this creature did not seem to keep people alive after taking them. He had read enough newspaper article and watched too many newscast reports of found bodies torn to shreds.

Seeing his brother happy and enjoying himself for once was enough to make him crack a smile and join in on the fun; at least for a few more hours anyways.