Hunter's Moon

By: Sandreline

Hello everyone! How are all of you doing today? I hope you all had a wonderful fake-rapture day! ^_~ Ha-ha.

I am dedicating this chapter to the love of my life, my amazing Marine. (Who is sitting across from me at Seattle Espresso at the moment reading the Kindle I bought for him, ha-ha- he is so adorable.) I love my Marine more than anything in this world, and I am so proud of him. I am so grateful for all that he has done, and I truly am the luckiest girl in the world.

So here is the new chapter!

Dedicated to my Marine Corporal, who got me into watching Supernatural in the first place. ^_~

Chapter 7: Welcome to the War

Sam was startled awake by Dean, who was banging on the car door while leaning his head in through the open window on the driver's side. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Dean told him. "The kitty cats are on there way back to give us the 411."

The younger Winchester rubbed his eyes for a second before opening the passenger door and stepping out while stretching he arms over his head. He walked around the front of the Impala to join Dean and Serenity, who were both leaning against the hood. "What time is it?" He asked.

"Four thirty-nine in the morning." Serenity answered without hesitation. The two brother's shared a quick glance before deciding that they did not want to know how she knew the time without needing to look at a clock.

Luna and Artemus emerged from the overgrown grass a few feet away and trotted over the single-paved lane to meet them at the car.

"Are you two alright?" Serenity asked them as her silver hair glowed in the moonlight.

Wait; silver? Sam had to do a double take, and sure enough her blonde hair was gone. She was not in the short dress that she decided was her fighting gear, but her hair was silver and her eyes a darker blue, and she had the crescent moon on her forehead. His brother saw his confused gaze, and told him, "It's a full moon and we are in the middle of no where. Don't ask."

Sam held up his hands in defense as he turned to look at the white cat. "Did you guys find out anything?"

"Not much." The white cat answered. "Every time we did run into a spirit or demon, they ran away. "

"They knew what we were, and feared us." Luna added in her two cents.

"Well thanks for making this job even more difficult." Dean grumbled.

Serenity watched as both brothers yawned in unison. She stood up then, turning to set her eyes on the town in the distance. Serenity turned back to look at the two men, opening her mouth to speak before freezing. Her ears had faintly picked up the sound of a bar piano.

"Is that…" Sam began as he turned his attention over to the town, "music?"

Slowly, the sound rose in volume. Old Western Saloon music could be heard mingled with shouts and yells and whoops of drunken joy. All eyes were wide as they observed the ghost town, and while it looked abandoned and with no movement, their ears could clearly hear the hustle and bustle of a busy mining town.

"Well, that's creepy." Artemus spoke up.

"Sounds like an apparition." Dean spoke up, his hands shoved into his front jean pockets. Serenity turned to look up at him, her dark blue eyes conveying her question. Dean answered readily. "It's like a spiritual movie. A specific part of the ghost – or in this case ghost town – continues to play over and over. Any living form that witnesses an apparition is not noticed by the ghost, since that being was not present at the actual time the event occurred." His gaze remained on the town. "It means that many ghosts in that town are not aware they are even dead."

"That's so sad…" Serenity's softened voice spoke.

"It also means that whatever happened after this apparition is of great importance, and most likely what caused the thriving town to suddenly become abandoned." Sam added.

"You said that the state declared it an official ghost town in 1915, but it was not truly abandoned until 1942." Luna reminded them. "What happened for the state to declare it such if people were still living there for twenty-seven years?"

"Let's go find out." Serenity was about to summon her staff, before she heard another yawn from her side. "Tomorrow." She corrected. Turning to face the two brothers, she nodded towards the car. "Let's get back to Bridgeport and get some sleep. I want to talk to that tour guide that witnessed the murders as well." She said.

"Sounds like a good plan." Dean agreed as he climbed into the driver's seat. "We can come back tomorrow night."

"Then we can go investigate the town ourselves." Sam added, the last to get into the Impala. "I'll see if I can do some research get your answer, Luna."

The two cats nodded from beside Serenity in the back seat. "If Selene is gracious, we can take care of this town quickly." Luna spoke up. "I got some serious vibes while we were in the town."

"My fur is still standing on end." Artemus grumbled as he shook his head, before moving into a more comfortable position on the backseat.

Dean turned up the radio as he floored the gas pedal, spinning the Impala around and speeding away from spooksville and towards some much desired shuteye.

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"If I haven't said it already, I'll say it again: I could get use to this!" Dean commented as he snuggled deeper into the fluffy bed he had flopped himself down on.

"We did it legally, too." Sam added as he did the same onto his bed that lay beside his brother's. Both Winchesters were clothed in white fluffy bath robes, having eagerly used the opportunity to cleanse themselves in the fancy showers.

Serenity let out a giggle from the door that connected her room to theirs. The Goddess and Hunters were currently residing in the luxurious hotel of the Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort, which was between Bodie and Bridgeport. Serenity had purchased two adjacent suites and ordered room service to be brought up immediately, which had been all but devoured.

"I could get use to this." Dean said once more with closed eyes as he began to drift off.

"You can say that again." Sam commented, his voice a whisper as he was further down the road to sleep as his brother way.

"I could get use to this." Dean repeated before he lost his battle with consciousness.

Serenity simply smiled warmly at the adorable way the brother's fell asleep, silently turning around and moving to rest herself. Luna and Artemus were cuddled together on the right side of her own bed, both of them already asleep. She kissed both felines on their foreheads before she slipped under the covers, and then after curling up on her side to cuddle her two advisers', she finally fell asleep herself.

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"Well howdy there, partners! Welcome to 'Bodie Tours', what can I do for you two gents?" A portly man asked, a cheesy sales smile on his face as he sent a glance to Sam and Dean. Dean almost winced at the fake cowboy accent he tried to pull off.

"Are you Duncan Blake?" Sam asked with a neutral tone. He and Dean were both wearing suits with matching black ties.

"That would be me. What can I do for you?" He asked again. "Here to take a tour of old Bodie?" He motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk as he himself took a seat.

"Not exactly." Sam spoke up. The two Winchester's took out their fake FBI badges.

Dean spoke up as he showed the ID to Blake. "I'm Thomas Kane, and this is my partner James Nicolas. We wanted to talk to you about the murder you witnessed."

"Sure." He spoke, moving aside one of the tour pamphlets that was on his desk. "Why would the FBI be involved? I have already told the police everything I know."

Sam nodded. "We understand that; however, there have been many murders there recently and frankly, we cannot exactly write off in the reports that there are ghosts killing people."

Duncan Blake brought his hands up to his face and pressed his fingertips together thoughtfully. "I said only what I saw with my own eyes."

"We are specially trained government officials, Mr. Blake." Dean cut in. "There is no proof, and since you are the only witness, we wanted to see if you were protecting anyone." They were sticking to the hard-ball tactic. Serenity was right; this guy had some creepy vibes about him.

"It's as I said, special agent. Those knives came flying out from the saloon, impaling themselves on that man's body before pulling out and stabbing him again. I was screaming for help, but by the time anyone else showed, the knives were gone and he was dead." The man was leaning back in his chair at this point, letting out a soft sigh at the end of his speech.

"You seem real choked up about it." Dean commented.

"I must admit that seeing the fella die like that scared me out of my wits." Blake spoke with his terrible fake cowboy accent. "However, my business has been making very good money with the reputation, so I cannot complain. I have a family to feed, after all."

"Of course, Mr. Blake." Sam spoke up. "We understand that the knives that killed the victim were never found. Did you not see where they went?"

"Nope, they disappeared with the blink of an eye." He told them.

The sound of jingling bells filled the small business as the portly man turned his attention to the door as someone entered. "Welcome to Bodie Ghost tours ma'am. How can I help you this fine day, darlin'?" He asked.

The woman that had entered had shoulder length curly red hair, with petite black-rim glasses, wearing a black skirt and emerald green satin shirt. Her serious gaze focused on the tour guide manager as she showed him her press badge. "Mr. Blake, I presume?" She spoke with a soft New York accent. "I am Penelope Smith, and I am from the Bridgeport newspaper The Independent. I would like to ask you a few questions."

The portly man smiled warmly. "Of course, darlin'. Would you like anything to drink?" He asked.

"Cold water would be fine." The red-head stated as she moved to shake his hand. Duncan nodded and moved to the back, where it was obvious the kitchen was located.

Dean noticed his brother begin to look around the office, and seeing that he was not being babysat at the moment, he took the time to give an once-over to the red head. She had a great figure, her light green eyes glowing in contrast with her red curly hair. Taking his chance, he moved to go speak with her, his trademark 'Smolder' flirt face in place.

"Hello Miss Smith. I am very special agent Thomas Kane of the FBI." Dean introduced himself as he flashed his fake badge. "What is a gorgeous thing like you having to interview Duncan Blake for?" He asked.

"The same reason that you are, Dean." She replied effortlessly as she took out a pen and a pad of paper without bothering to glance at him.

Dean almost fell over as she spoke. His eyebrows scrunched up as he nervously looked at the redhead, this time with much more scrutiny. Had he already slept with this woman? No, he had only ever been with two redheads in his life, and she definitely wasn't one of them. "You know," Penelope spoke up again, "I still have plenty of Pepto-Bismol if your stomach is acting up again."

Dean's mouth widened in shock. "Serenity?" He made sure to whisper.

"In the flesh." She told him before sending the stunned Hunter a playful wink.

"What the… why are you… how are you…?" He stuttered.

"Magic, duh." She answered just a moment before she caught Blake's return out of the corner of her eyes. "Thank you for understanding why I need to steal Mr. Duncan Blake out of your hands. It was a pleasure to meet you, Agent Klane." Her voice once again took on a New York accent. Her now green eyes were turned back to the manager as he offered her a water bottle. "Thank you," she told him. "If you do not mind Mr. Blake, I would like to get started on this interview."

Sam had returned from his searching of the office, and had opened his mouth to protest when Dean cut him off. "Of course, Miss Smith. Good day to you." He turned to the portly man once more. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Blake. Good day." All parties nodded to each other before Dean led Sam away and out of the office.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked as they got in the Impala. "We still have a lot to do! I found some alchemy books in his office, too."

"We are letting Serenity handle it." Dean commented as he looked through the window to the inside of the building.

"That was Serenity?" Sam cried out in surprise. "How did she do that?"

"The Luna Pen." A male voice spoke up.

Dean and Sam let out a scream as they jumped from their seats in the front of the Impala, turning around to glare in the back seat at the innocently smiling black and white felines.

"Did we startle you?" Luna purred innocently.

"No!" Dean grumbled in denial.

"What was that about a pen, Artemus?" Sam asked once he got his heart beat to slow down to a more normal pace.

The white cat's tail flicked around his front paws as he sat. "The Luna Pen is one of the lunar gadgets that can disguise the owner into anything they want, completely changing their appearance to anything the owner desires."

"I want one." Dean commented. "That could have some amazing bedroom possibilities."

Artemus had to pounce Luna to restrain her from scratching Dean's face up so badly that not even Sam would recognize him.

"How long do you think we should wait for her?" Sam asked.

"Not… too much… longer…" Artemus answered, still fighting to keep the snarling Luna from launching herself at the older Hunter.

It was only five minutes later that Serenity left the building, the red hair shining in the sunlight as she approached the car and got inside. She let out a sigh as she willed the disguise power away, and Dean and Sam watching as she instantly appeared back to her normal self.

"Ok, that was cool." Sam commented.

"What did you find out?" Dean asked.

"I was able to convince him that the newspaper would never print any story without proof, so he is taking me on a tour of Bodie an hour before sundown." She told them. "That is when we strike. That man had death's aura all around him."

"I saw some alchemy symbols about controlling the dead." Sam cut in. "If I did not know them, I would have missed them completely. They are engraved in the furniture to look like part of the decoration, but I could never miss those symbols." He finished. "He had a few books about it in his office, too."

"So it looks like we have found our big player." Dean commented.

"Perhaps." Serenity stated. "For now, let's get some food and a little more rest. When I go to meet Blake, you two can get a head start and meet us there at the town, and we can go from there."

"Sounds like a plan." Dean started his car. "Let's go check out that burger joint – I saw someone eating a bacon burger through the window, and there is no way I am passing on that!"

Sam sighed, sending a shrug over to Serenity who merely smirked back. A burger and a few milkshakes sounded good right now, anyway.

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"Food coma…" Dean mumbled as he and Sam were parked outside of Bodie. Even after a two hour nap, his stomach still felt full.

"I hate you so much right now…" Sam mumbled, his head leaning completely backward against his seat with his eyes closed. "I feel like I gain ten pounds."

"It is healthy for you." Dean countered.

"If a restaurant is named 'The Heart Attack Grill', then I am going to argue that it is not healthy for you." Sam muttered. "I really wish you would stop going crazy because you are going to die in ten months."

Dean slapped his brother's arm, sending the younger man a death glare. Luna and Artemus were laying in the back, but who knew if they were actually sleeping. "Would you keep your trap shut about that?"

Sam's eyes lowered but so did his voice, though his whisper was just as harsh. "I don't want to, Dean! We have a Goddess as an ally now, maybe she can save you!"

"Then you would die, Sam." Dean growled out. "I am not going to have this argument with you again. Let it go."

Sam scowled, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared out the front windshield. They were parked a little bit further up the road with all of the lights off, blended in with the two other tourist cars that were there. The tourists were already walking back, having had no encounters of the paranormal kind and wrapping up their trip with disappointment, oblivious to just how lucky they were.

"They are coming." Luna spoke up, suddenly sitting between the two humans in the front seat with Artemus.

Dean startled once more. "Jesus Christ, how do you two keep doing that? One of these days I'm going to piss myself." He grumbled.

"Nice potty mouth." Luna reprimanded, before Artemus pointed with a paw.

"There they are." He said.

Dean and Sam watched as a large white van came to a stop about ten yards away from them. The side of the van sported the logo of the tour company and sure enough, Duncan Blake and Serenity- posing as Penelope Smith- exited the van. He lead her up the dirt path as he launched into the overly-memorized speech about how the town began and what it was like back in its prime.

"Let's go." Sam stated as he opened his door. The brothers waited for the two cars to drive away before they opened up the trunk of the black classic car and exposing their armory. They loaded up on everything, taking guns filled with bullets of rock salt, to holy water and flare guns. The two cats followed the Hunter's as they walked down the small dirt path that led to Bodie.

The sun was setting quickly, and Sam's psychic senses were making him overly aware to his surroundings. "I have a very bad feeling…" He began.

"Tell me about it." Dean answered. The first piece of history they approached was a very old car. It was completely rusted out, and its tires were sunk half-way up to the rims. The first building they reached looked like an outhouse, which was so far gone that it was leaning to the side like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

The grass was overgrown, so much so that in some places it came up to their waist, which only made it easier for Luna and Artemus to tag along with them and remain hidden. Dean and Sam walked over to the first building along Main Street, which was a red brick building that could have been a post office or general store. The one-hundred and thirty year old wood planks that made a side walk creaked under the pressure of body weight after so long of not being used. They looked inside, guns first, to get an idea of what they were dealing with. Everything was preserved as it was, with only a foot of dust reminding them that this was an abandoned city.

"I'm getting a flashback…" Dean whispered to his brother.

"Roanoke?" Sam whispered back.

"Yup. If we see the word Croatoan written anywhere, we are bailing ship. I do not want to go through that shit again!" Dean told them.

"I can second that." Sam answered as he looked back to the street. "Where did they go?" He asked suddenly, forgetting to whisper as worry took over.

Dean followed his brother's gaze, eyes narrowed as he scanned for any possible movement. "Hey felines, did you see where they went?"

Luna and Artemus pushed their heads out of the nearby brush. "No." Luna answered. "We will go look."

The two cats disappeared once more into the tall grass, moving to see if they could find a trace of their ward.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean continued their own search as the sun was sinking below the horizon. The both took out flashlights, holding them over the barrel of their guns and looking in the next building. It was a house, perfectly preserved right down to the creepy doll sitting on a chair that Dean could have sworn was staring at him.

"This is the creepiest place I think we have ever been to." Dean commented.

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Dude, I'm waiting for the ghost of a deformed girl-child to pop up any minute and ask me to play with her!" Dean replied, his flashlight scanning over the room before he and Sam moved on to the next building.

"Would you stop that?" Sam snapped. "It's freaky enough without psyching ourselves out like that."

"Boo!"

Sam and Dean turned around and fired out of reflex, only to see Artemus leap away from the rock salt that was fired at him. "Easy with those things!" He chided from up on a banister as his blue eyes pierced down at him.

"Well, don't freak us out like that!" Sam retorted before they heard a loud, high-pitched scream.

"Serenity!" Dean and Luna called out as they made a dash towards where they heard her scream, Sam and Artemus quickly following.

As they approached, they noticed Duncan Blake running toward them. His face was contorted in fear as he ran, tripping over the brush and grass. In a single leap, both felines did a full change into their larger forms and pinned the man down. Their eyes were glowing as they snarled their fangs at the mortal, taking turns in snapping here and there. The stench of human urine was so potent that it was impossible to not know just how terrified Duncan was.

"Where is she?" Dean growled out.

Duncan was so petrified that he couldn't even get any words out, waving out his hands in front of him in a feeble attempt to keep the two Benandanti at bay. It was Sam who noticed the amulet in his hand, and the younger Hunter reached forward to grasp it. It was broken, and useless. Sam threw it to the ground as he stepped back. "Leave him!" Sam stated, having noticed they were the same symbols he saw in Blake's office. "He was using that amulet to control several spirits. They will get him soon enough."

(Very well.) Artemus' reluctant voice agreed. He swiped at the man one more time, watching as the portly human quickly got up to run away. The group turned as an explosion of light came from the center of the abandoned town, and they did not hesitate to rush towards it to get to the Lunarian. Dean, however, did not hold back his smirk when he heard the death screams of the tour manager.

"What's the plan?" Sam asked.

(Take as many down as we can, as quickly as we can.) Luna told them.

"I'm not going to argue with that!" Dean stated as they rounded the corner, glad once Serenity, now as Sailor Cosmos, came into view.

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Next time: What happened when Blake took Serenity on the tour? Just stay right here, and I'll show you! … in the next chapter! ^_~

Thank you all so much for your continued support – I love all the reviews and PM's I have been getting. Thank you!

~Sandreline