North Dakota is well known for its frigid cold. Averaging winters with twenty below conditions and snow falls up to thirty inches. Starting in November the cold season last's all the way into April. For six months North Dakotans won't see sunlight. Bordering Canada, residents often experience arctic type weather. Which answers the question why the state is so under populated. However, on the other end of the spectrum. The state experiences some of the hottest days of the year. Especially in September when the summer is coming to an end and suddenly an Indian Summer hits. Unseasonably hot weather that sneaks up on everyone as fall approaches. Averaging ninety- and above-degree weather. This year was no exception and the Winchesters found themselves on a stake out with a thermometer reading of 98 degrees.

Dean had spent the night with Annie like he had been doing almost every night since they first met. They were inseparable. This time was different, the lovebirds consummated their relationship. Something that was only to be a short fling now had the two falling harder then they should have allowed. When they boys were hanging out after they killed the vampires, Dean told Sam what Annie had told him, Charlie, his brother, South Dakota. While Dean was getting ready to leave his lady loves, Sam took a trip up to the diner where they had been spending so much time. The two hunters built up a nice relationship with the folks up there. The consensus was if Annie liked Sam and Dean that was good enough for everyone else. Sam was picking up some breakfast when one of the younger cooks approached him. Voluntarily telling the younger Winchester about a party happening that night. As luck would have it this party was being thrown by the big bad wolf himself Charlie Lawrence. Sam was able to get directions and it was game time.

It was a quarter after noon and the sun was at its highest. Perhaps they should have picked a better time to do this, but hunting doesn't stop because of weather. You suck it up and do it anyways. It was blistering hot. The worst part was they ditched the Impala a few miles back and were now walking through some farmers wheat field. It was itchy and hot. It wasn't a dry heat either when there is a slight breeze, oh no. It was muggy, sticky and miserable. The boys ditched their long layers down to their under shirts. Sam was ready shoot himself in the foot just to get out of this situation. Dean on the other hand was in unnoticeably high spirits.

"It's a great day to be alive Sammy!" the older male announced filling the agonizing silence that was building between them. Ignoring the fact, he was sweating profusely, and his black shirt was completely pitted out.

Sam gave Dean a side eye as he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same "Why are you so happy?" He questioned. Focusing his attention back to where he was walking. He was pretty sure he had just stepped in deer poop.

"Why shouldn't I be? The sun is shinning. I'm hunting with my brother. I got a girl I'm crazy about." Smiling to himself as he took in the fresh air.

However, Sam was no dummy and knew his brother probably better than he knew himself. Taking a pause his hazel eyes narrowed before he shook his head "You two had sex didn't you." He huffed. "That didn't take long." He totally called it before he even said anything.

"I prefer to call it making love. Yes, we sure did!" He started whistling merrily while he walked ahead.

"You're a piece of work you know that." Sam quickly added.

"What can I say…" Dean started in with a cheeky grin

"Don't." Sam was so not in the mood for his brother right now.

"She love's the Dean..."

"Seriously?" Please stop Sam started to think.

"She's crazy about the D!"

"Stop!"

"She can't get enough of the D!" He was hilarious and Sam fucking knew it too. "Fine. I'm done now."

"Thank you. Pay attention." This was going to be a long mission. The plan was to stake out the house all day and night. See who's leaving and going from the house. Then at night see what type of activities where happening when the sun went down.

It took the brothers two hours to cross the endless sea of wheat. When you are driving past comfortably in your car, with your air conditioning and your radio. It's nice and kind of pretty. But when you are walking through it while in the middle of a heat wave the beauty is a bit lost. Sam affectionately referred to it as middle earth but even that would have been better then this endless nothing. In the distance the boys could see the Old house appearing in the distance. A lonely structure in the middle of know where. It was hard to miss. There were very few trees around, so the boys took cover in the closest shelterbelt to the house. That's where they stayed the rest of the night. It wasn't ideal but provided some much-needed shade. Literally the entire time they were watching the house, there was zero activity. But when the moon came out that's when the action started.

9:00pm

The sun had set finally cooling the earth below. The boys were still hidden away in trees a good distance from the house, using binoculars to spy on the activity happening. The lawn filled up with people fast. There had to have been at least 30 bodies accounted for and growing as the party went on. Loud music, laughing and yelling echoed across the night sky. Some were sitting around a fire bullshitting and others were rough housing. Everything felt very typical for a party which was disappointing for the Winchesters. So far, they had no evidence of wrong doing and you can't really kill someone for being a piece of shit.

"Which ones Charlie?" Sam asked.

"The douche bag with the man bun." Dean huffed as he finished off their last bottle of water "Sam what are we doing? They are monsters. Let's just take care of them and get this over with."

"We are severely out numbered. We need a plan that doesn't get us slaughtered."

"I'd take that gamble." Dean replied. He really had no problem throwing caution to the wind.

There was a break in the conversation as the two men continued watching the party unfold. While on the surface everything felt normal the truth was not everything was at it seems. Sam picked up on that.

"Dude, what's wrong with this picture?" Sam finally asked.

"Outside the fact that we are sitting here doing nothing? I don't know Sam. What?" Dean replied in frustration.

"Have you noticed that there are no women? It's all dudes..." The younger male pointed out.

"What's your point? If I was a chick I wouldn't be hanging around these idiots either."

"My point is Dean. If these are the werewolves that murdered all those women, wouldn't you think this would be a good opportunity to bring in a couple?" The way Dean perked up it was easy to tell that Sam grabbed his attention. "Something's up." He added.

Dean rubbed his chin in thought. His brows furrowed as he spoke up "They're laying low. Trying not to draw attention to themselves. They are planning something."

"Yeah but what?"

"I don't know Sammy but we gotta stay on our toes." Pulling himself to his feet. The green-eyed male stretched out his arms looking around. He was exhausted and really needed a stiff drink or two. "Let's get cleaned up and call it a night."

"What is it man?" Mac asked out of curiosity as he took a seat next to Charlie on the front porch of the house. The party had a great turn out, but their fearless leader wasn't as relaxed as he should have been.

"You see that group of trees over there?" Charlie motioned. "Those fucking hunters have been in there watching us all goddamn day. They are planning an ambush I fucking know it." His brows narrowed as he took a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground. Letting out the smoke he looked over at Mac motioning for him to follow him back into the house, so they could talk in private.