The reaper gripped the edge of the hospital bed and gave Bobby Singer a solicitous smile, "Bobby, how many times have you come so very close to the end? You nearly died in surgery! Look at you now, burned, ribs broken and stitched up guts just waiting to spring a leak. All that pain can be taken away if you just say yes to me. This world of yours is spiraling out of control. Why not leave it now before everything and everyone you know and love is taken way?"

This reaper was no stranger to Bobby. The first time Collin appeared, Bobby was just a boy and his abusive, drunk father had put him in the hospital after nearly beating him to death. At the time, Collin subscribed to the regular reaper bit, standing silently, clad in old timey funeral director clothing. Gifted with a child's natural ability to see the paranormal, as the boy faded in and out, he recalled seeing a solemn man with dark, kind eyes. By morning the man was gone.

Collin appeared again when Bobby shot his father to protect his mother and that time, he was more than happy to see the reaper take his father's rotten soul away to parts unknown. Through his years as a hunter, Bobby nearly bit the dust on multiple occasions and Collin would hang back, watching and waiting. That one horrible event as a child bonded this reaper to Bobby forever.

Bobby may have felt weak as a kitten physically, but mentally he was strong as an ox. He slurred his words but his answer was clear. "I'd rather chew my foot out of a bear trap than go with you."

Collin dragged his long finger along the frame of the bed then suddenly bent down and got almost nose to nose with the hunter. Bobby noted the reaper's breath had the cloying scent of honey and lilac.

"Do you think that thing who went after Sam is the only one of its kind out there? The sweet release of death would save you from the torment to come."

The painkillers didn't dull Bobby's snark, "You've sure wasted a lot of time on my account. What's with the get up? I feel like a B list reap when you don't wear a suit."

Collin raised his scythe and brought it down just inches from the hunter's face but he didn't even get the satisfaction of the man wincing. The reaper growled, "I forgot what a pain in the ass you are. I thought you'd like the dressed down clothing since it's all you wear."

Concerned the reaper would vanish before he could get any information out of him, the hunter asked, "What was that thing that killed my dog?"

"It's complicated."

"Try me."

"It was human, at least until the sickness got him and then any shred of who he used to be just rotted away, leaving behind a hungry, vicious, creature to roam the earth, looking for something or someone to attack. Bobby, monsters have lived here since the dawn of man. It was inevitable that a supernatural virus would someday mutate and jump to humans. This will make plagues of the past pale in comparison."

Bobby closed his eyes and let out weary sigh, "How do we stop it?"

"You don't. Oh, and here is a fun fact, over the next year you'll see an uptick in cryptids all over the world." The reaper tapped his finger on the screen of the bedside monitor and it stopped, then started up again.

A horrible thought occurred to Bobby, "Sam had that things blood and brains all over him, he's not gonna get sick, is he?"

"No, Sam is special. Besides, he wasn't bitten." Collin took out an antique pocket watch and opened it, "Oh, gotta go. That school bus full of cheerleaders and football players aren't going to reap themselves. Slippery roads tonight, yup, real slippery roads. "Goodbye Bobby, see you soon."

…

There was something magical about riding shotgun in Baby. Especially on a sunny November day with his brother driving. Being here like this with the person he loved most in the world, drove away all the shadows and he was just them, brothers and partners.

He noticed things about Dean that didn't mean much to him before, like how the dappled sunlight streaming through the window hit his brother's pretty features just right and lit him up like some sort of avenging angel. That would be the only kind of angel Sam could imagine his brother being. Maybe a guardian angel if such things existed.

All those unwholesome thoughts about Dean seemed just fine and normal in the light of day. Sam even put his hand next to his brother's muscular thigh and the young alpha wiggled his pinky finger beneath. Dean looked away from the road for a second and smiled at Sam and no words were needed. Dean loved him and Sam knew this was an enviable position to be in.

Dean looked back to the road with that smile still on his face. This was good, this was progress and not the sweaty, dry humping in underwear kind of progress like that one night which felt like a lifetime ago. Given his brother's age, Dean allowed Sam the chance to take the lead on whatever this was they had between them. A pinky slipped under his thigh was a step forward. All of this was fresh and new to Sam and the excitement of his sexual awaking was just as exciting for Dean.

Sam rolled the window down and let the chilly breeze flow through the cabin of the car. Dean glanced over and thought how Sam was no longer just adorable, he was turning into a tall, good looking young alpha. In the time since he'd been back, the omega had fingered and wacked it to spicy brother fantasies. Someday his Sammy was going to fuck him and Dean would take his first knot ever. It would be ok and normal even and Dean wanted to talk to his brother about that, what he'd learned during his time with Cal but that would be pushing things and the time wasn't right.

Baby rolled up to the front of the school and Sam grabbed his backpack.

"You don't have to go to school today."

"I've got a test and I'm not going to miss it because of a monster or a fire."

"Alright, I'll pick you up after school. We can swing by the hospital and smuggle a sub sandwich in there and some decent coffee for Bobby."

…

Dean spent the day once again poking around the ruins of the garage looking for clues but there really wasn't any to find. The place had been full of flammable things just waiting for the right spark to set it ablaze. The fire inspector ruled it an accident and Dean stuck around to deal with the insurance agent coming out. Next, he went back to the spot where the attack occurred. There were still faint bloodstains on the pavement either from Rumsfeld, the creature or both. Dean didn't have a squeamish bone in his body, as long as none of that blood was Sam's, that was all that mattered. He searched the woods on both sides of the road and found a gut torn deer in some bushes where it went to die.

"Coyotes probably…"

Dean felt those little tingles in his groin right before his heat begins and he wondered if he should hole up in a motel until it passed. It never bothered Bobby but Sam was another matter. If it were up to Dean alone, he'd stay at the house and let his brother blow off all that pent up sexual energy.

"Damn, I need to get me a vibrator or something…or maybe someone…"

….

Sam was back in loner mode at school after what had happened, from that event and the pockets of chaos going on around the globe, he was pretty sure something big was in progress. His dad's words of twisted wisdom came back to him, don't get attached, don't fall in love or feel any one place is home. That was pretty much how Sam and his brother lived up until they moved in with Bobby.

He wished Dean would talk to him about what he learned during that time with his sensi, at least that was the title Sam gave the mystery man. That lead to a disagreement, Dean said that title was for martial art instructors and Sam explained that it means "person born before another" and applies to anyone who teaches or instructs. Dean called him a smarty pants, sounding only slightly irritated.

The information might help Sam come to terms with that whole mess he had with his brother. So far, Dean wasn't forthcoming about his time there and it pissed Sam off because it reminded him of their dad.

"Stop thinking about all that crap…why won't my locker open? If I had my driver's license everything would be better, I just know it! Next spring, I get my temps then…"

Then Becky Gunderson walked by and he lost his train of thought.

It sucked being a teenager.

….

Dean sized up the tall, dorky but hot beta guy bagging groceries. He was what Dean called a "Clark Kent", one of those who took off his glasses or unfurled his man bun and transformed into a sexy piece of meat and best of all, didn't know what he had going on. Those were the best kinds of guys, at least to Dean. He wasn't much into bad boys, that was his role to play.

"Oh yeah, ring up my groceries you sweet thing…bet you got a horse dong between your legs…"

He knew the kid was sneaking glances and Dean put out the vibe.

"Aw, he's blushing…now I gotta do him…"

The omega paid the clerk and when Dean got to his cart, the kid offered to help him out with his groceries.

"Oh yeah, I need help alright," Dean read the name tag, "Brandon."

Brandon followed behind the omega to watch his butt move under the worn denim and they ended up at a beast of a car in an empty spot of the parking lot. He loaded the groceries in the cavernous back seat because the guy didn't want to open the trunk. When he turned, the omega was right there, just about nose to nose with him. He grabbed Brandon's belt and pulled him behind the car.

"Don't be nervous, Brandon, I won't bite unless you ask me nicely. I just need something from your meat department. I got an itch that needs scratching. The guy still looked confused. "Enough clues! I'm gonna bend over this trunk and you're going to fuck me."

"W-what?"

The omega produced a condom from thin air, "Ever use one of these?"

"Uh-yeah."

"Great."

Dean turned around and wiggled his jeans down mid-thigh and bent over Baby's trunk, exposing himself to the beta.

Brandon never though that morning he would end up with some cream of the crop omega seducing him and then wanting to get plowed over the trunk of a classic car. There the omega was, creamy, round ass in the air and the tightest little pussy in the world just waiting for him. He managed to get the condom on despite his shaky hands and then slid inside the stranger. It felt like a hand gripping his cock and it was so good that Brandon pumped like jack rabbit. The noises the omega was making made it all the hotter and Brandon was so excited he came too quickly.

The omega let out a sigh but Brandon couldn't tell if it was because he was satisfied or disappointed. The sexy stranger pulled up his jeans and turned around.

"Toss that condom in the bushes unless you wanna keep it as a souvenir ."

Brandon's head was still spinning from the whole experience, "Um, what's your name?"

"Dean."

"Dean, would you like to go to dinner with me?"

The beta was so wide eyed and earnest that Dean felt kinda bad he had to let him down.

"Sorry Brandon, I'm not looking for a relationship. You're a real cutie though and you have a nice cock, just work on holding out a little longer before shooting your load. Just practice edging. You better get back to work."

Brandon went back to work and spent the day in a pleasant daze.

…..

Dean hung out in the parking lot, working on a bag of maple glazed doughnuts and a large coffee to kill time before school let out. He was still torn over staying at the house or spending a week in a motel while his heat ran its course.

"Another day, same old problems…"

He thought he saw something and turned on the windshield wipers to clear it rain and sure enough, there was a figure shambling across the empty football field. There was something not quite right about the way the person was moving and it creeped Dean out.

He grabbed his knife and head out there in the pouring rain and as the hunter got nearer it was clear this thing wasn't human. It was dressed in an old housecoat and slippers and had curlers hanging from its bangs, or at least what was left of its hair. The features looked like spoiled meat, sliding down a wall.

It headed straight for the hunter and Dean didn't hesitate, he rammed his hunting knife straight through its eye socket and twisted. It fell to the ground with a thud.

"Shit, bells gonna ring in five…."

He got the putrid thing under the arms and dragged it into the wooded area at the edge of the field and then went to get Sam in the nick of time.

Sam tossed his backpack inside and got in. He looked around and then gave his brother a peck on the cheek.

"Yuck, you smell like roadkill!"

"Yeah, I'll shower when we get home. How was your day, Sammy boy?"

"Pretty good, I think I aced the test." "There is this girl I kinda like but not really…I don't know. Things are weird at school and did I tell you I think the world is falling apart? I was thinking about your um, your special place during math class. Is that weird or is that ok?"

"How was your day, D?"

"Awesome, I picked up some groceries and bummed around. "I got fucked in the grocery store parking lot and it was pretty good but too quick…I need an all-nighter with someone…you maybe? Just kidding…not kidding. I'm gonna stay in a motel for a week, maybe. There's a dead thing in those woods over there…."

"We'll head home first so I can clean up and then pick Bobby up some real food."

…..

John aimed up at the night sky where a leathery winged creature, bigger than a full grown man, sailed above him.

"What the fuck is that?"

TBC