A/N: And here's our twist of the classic Supernatural 'weirdness'. Hope you enjoy—and don't worry if you get a little confused, it'll all become clearer in the end!! hope you enjoy!

ETA: Sorry guys! Reloaded the chapter after figuring out that Id replaced it with Chapter five my mistake!

"Ashes to Ashes"
Part four… the twist.

He lay on the bed, his body rigid and unyielding as beads of sweat trickled over his pale skin. "Sammy…?" He managed a stutter, though his voice was hoarse and sore. The pillow beneath his head crinkled under the pressure as he moved his neck to the side, his eyes widening as they took in the tall, lanky stature of his younger brother standing beside him.

"Yeah, Dean?" He said, his tone nonchalant as he rubbed a smooth cloth over his sleek black handgun, examining it for a moment before placing it down on his bed and picking another. Dean scrubbed a disbelieving palm across his eyes, his voice cracking as he answered his little brother. "Um… nothin'. Just wondering…" He paused for a moment, trying to remember for the life of him what it was that they were hunting. "How we're going with the info on that 'wolf?"

Sam shrugged, "Well, I've pinned it down to two parts of the town. The forest—which is the most typical area for it to hang out in, but some kids have gone missing up by the lake, too, so…"

"We check out both." Dean finished, swinging his legs around the bed and rising to his feet. he reached for his well-worn leather jacket, swinging a glance towards the screen of his laptop before pocketing his keys, "I'll go check out the lake then."

The soft hum of the Impala's engine soothed his nerves as he leant back into the deep leather seats. Thoughts raced through his mind, blurred by confusion, but still there nonetheless. There was something… he'd done… was supposed to do… but what, exactly? He shrugged. He'd dreamt about something… but what was it? His thoughts were deterred from his reverie as a small, black shape darted across the road in front of him. Hunter's instincts kicked in, and he reached for his cell phone in his jacket pocket, pressed his finger against the speed-dial button and pulled it to his ear as he waited for his brother to pick up.

"Yeah, Sammy, reckon I've just found our missing puppy."