A/N Sorry for the delay to this the idea is there but the muses aren't co-operating. Reviews are always appreciated.

Disclaimer: Only the theme of this story is mine, since Eric hasn't played it out yet. If he decides to I hope he'll ask about who I was thinking of for the main OC.

Old Meets New Style

Chapter 3: Confrontation

"Did you find anything new?" Dean asked as he emerged from the bathroom towel hugging his hips.

Sam looked up from the laptop, "Not much. All the men were travelling through and had briefly stopped for a meal before continuing hitching lifts."

"So it could be just a psycho trucker giving them lifts and murdering them," Dean responded sorting some clean clothes to wear.

"Yeah it could be," Sam replied non-committal.

"I hear a but, so what did you miss out?" Dean questioned glancing sidewards at Sam from looking through his bag.

"There's something off about the information," Sam responded tapping his pen on the desk. "It's like something's been deliberately taken out of the reports."

"Yeah, well those reports always miss the juicy bits," Dean smirked.

Sam looked at him puzzled. "No, it's more than that. It's as though the reports have been censored but after they were written and someone just removed certain lines. Look read this."

Dean leant over Sam's shoulder as he straightened his t-shirt. "The body of Tim Houselow, 22, was discovered in woods outside Freedom Wisconsin on Wednesday morning. His family are demanding more information about what happened. Huh." Dean looked at Sam, "So no details at all. Nothing about where he was found."

"Nothing," Sam replied. "I looked at every recent death and found nothing. Reporters don't usually miss that much, even if they make it up. I went back through the records and found eight other deaths but the articles have been deleted. So either whatever is doing in this is covering its tracks or someone else is."

"You think," Dean shrugged. "It makes sense for the murderer to try and cover its tracks, but if it is supernatural they don't usually have the resources to do that."

"Yeah and why would the murderer allow the things to be published in the first place?" Sam posed as Dean continued getting dressed. "Most of these articles have been altered in the last few weeks online. I bet if we could get hold of original hard copies there would be more information."

"Do you think our fake FBI guy had something to do with it?"

"He seems the most likely, but what would he gain from removing the information?"

"It makes it more difficult for hunters to chase. So is he protecting it or trying to keep it to himself?" Dean pondered. "Whichever, he's not going to succeed because the Winchester boys are on his case," he grinned.

"Oo fighting talk," Sam grinned. "Look I'll grab a shower and we can check the bars."

"Yeah we need to find out if all these guys went to the same bar before they died," Dean agreed.

They'd been to two bars before hitting this one hidden on a back street. It took them a while to realise that it seemed to be a gay bar, something they didn't expect in this small town; although the hidden location should have alerted them.

Sam looked at Dean, "Don't think we're dressed right for this one."

Dean whispered, "we're just asking questions? Besides you don't need to dress in leather to look gay," he continued slapping Sam's bottom and smirking, as they made their way to the bar.

Sam scowled, "your pretty boy looks are much more suited for here than mine princess."

"What can I say honey everyone wants a piece of my fine ass," Dean grinned. Turning to the barkeep, "two beers please."

As the barkeep handed the drinks over Dean leaned closer to ask, "we're just passing through but we heard about some young men getting murdered round here." Dean glanced at Sam who nodded with a concerned look. "We're just wondering where we should avoid and if you met or talked to any of them."

The barkeep looked between Dean and Sam then over to where Hank was sitting in the corner. "FBI guy over there asked questions earlier, if you want answers talk to him. I'm talked out on the subject," he replied not unkindly but ending the conversation and going to serve someone else.

"So no answers unless we introduce ourselves," Sam commented wryly.

"Yeah I don't like it either," Dean responded dryly. Looking over at Hank and turning back to Sam, "come on bro' let's get this over with. At least we'll know where he sits in our world then."

They made their way over to the corner booth.

Hank looked up from his drink as they approached, "can I help you boys?" Hank smiled with a wink. He was a sharply dressed man in his late fifties with dirty blonde hair and a wicked smile like Dean's, although he seemed slightly smaller.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances.

"We're just passing through and were told you could help us avoid the area where those other guys got killed," Dean stated trying not to give too much away.

"And why would I give you that information? What are you reporters?" Hank asked deadpan.

Sam looked shocked, "no sir we're not reporters. We just don't want any more victims."

Hank allowed himself a smile. "And how is telling you where to avoid going to stop any more victims?"

Sam looked at Dean. "At least we won't be victims," Dean replied with a smirk.

"So who are you and what are you doing here boys?" Hank asked, like the FBI agent he was pretending to be.

Dean was tired of the cat and mouse game they were playing, having seen through the act. "We could ask you the same," Dean responded. "You seem to be getting everyone to answer your questions and stopping them answering anyone else."

"My credentials stop people questioning my instructions," Hank replied. "I'm Hank Dwight and I'm the FBI agent on this case."

"And I'm Robert Plant taking a road trip with my friend John Bonner," Dean replied straight faced.

"Touché," Hank grinned. "I really am Hank Dwight and you're Dean Winchester and this is your brother Sam."

Sam and Dean cast worried glances at each other.

"So how do you know who we are? We know you're not FBI?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah I thought I might be pushing my luck on that with you boys," Hank smirked. "But needs must, these people weren't going to talk to a reporter."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks again, "ok so why did you need the information?"

"Same reason as you do," Hank replied openly. "I've been hunting this demon for years, a bit like your dad did; just a different demon. This one killed some good friends of mine."

Sam looked at him, "so you're gay."

"No not me, I prefer the ladies, but some of my old army buddies were and got caught by this thing when they de-mobbed."

"So you are a hunter," Dean smiled in triumph. "So what is this thing and why are you stopping us getting any information?"

"Yeah I'm a hunter but I'm glad you're both here," was the reply. "I may be able to locate the thing but I don't think I could kill it on my own now."

"You mean you want our help?" Sam asked astounded.

"I might still be incredibly handsome and be able to sweet talk the leaves from the trees but I haven't got as much speed as I used to," Hank replied totally unabashed. "So when I heard you were in town I knew I had to check you out before letting you know too much."

"So you doctored the records and anything we could get at and told people not to talk to us," Sam was stunned by the man's audacity. "So how far were you willing to go to get the glory for killing this thing, whatever it is?"

"I'd have backed you up if you'd put yourselves in its path but I never intended to take this one out on my own. I just didn't want you going after it without the full details."

"And how would we know we were in its path with you keeping the details to yourself?" Sam complained.

Dean looked stunned. "It's the woods on the east side, that's where it's happening," he stated.

Hank looked at him with a grin. "Yep that's the place. Knew you were good!"

Sam looked at Dean. "What are you talking about?"

Dean looked at his brother. "When we were looking at the maps earlier I thought if questioning didn't get us anywhere we'd check them out tomorrow."

"As I said I knew you were good, that's why I got the barkeep to send you over. You're a real chip off the old block, your daddy would be proud," Hank grinned.

"How would you know about our dad?" Sam pushed still angry that he'd played them.

"Our paths have crossed once or twice," was the simple reply. "Look Sam just because you took some time off it doesn't give you the right to get grouchy at me or anyone else," he continued getting annoyed by Sam's attitude. "Now why don't you boys take a seat and we can talk," seeing Sam look warily at the other customers he continued, "or we could take this some place you'll feel more comfortable."

"Here's fine," Dean replied not realising his brother's discomfort.

"No Dean it isn't," Sam growled punctuating every word.

"Must admit I prefer a bar where I can play pool without getting my ass checked out these days," Hank intervened. "There's bar nearer the motel, why don't we meet there in about half an hour. It'll give you boys a bit of time to talk." With that Hank left the bar with Sam scowling at Dean.

"What's your problem dude?" Dean asked innocently, finishing his beer.

"What's my problem?" Sam repeated exasperated. "Dean we're in a gay bar and I don't know about you but I'm not gay."

"You don't have to be gay to go to a gay bar," Dean replied making his way to the exit. "So what are you, homophobic?"

"Of course not. I just feel out of place here. Now are we leaving?"

"We're headed for the door, of course we're leaving," Dean replied with a smirk. "Can't have my little brother corrupted by a few men checking out his ass."

"They were not checking out my ass," Sam moaned as they crossed the car park. "More like checking you out."

"Jealous little brother. I might not swing that way but what's not to like," Dean grinned standing in front of Sam so that he had to look at him.

Sam stomped past him to the car. "You're just so full of your own self worth, surprised you leave the mirror behind."

Dean got in to the car and adjusted the mirror so he could see himself. Grinning he replied, "you mean like this." When he could see he'd got Sam's attention he continued. "Nah, too dangerous to drive like that," he readjusted the mirror. "So we going to meet this dude and find out what's going on or not?"

"Do you trust him?"

"Makes sense so far but I've still got questions."

"Ok but I didn't think hunters liked others poaching their territory from what dad said," Sam queried.

"Not normally, that's one of the questions," Dean replied.

"So let's go then."

A/N Some reviews appreciated please.

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