A/N: This is taking way too long. I think I've been in a rut for the longest time, so I'm forcefully breaking out of it. No more eternal waits between chapters! (Says I, who then proceeds to start the next chapter by sitting at the computer for an hour trying to decide which letter would be the best to start off my sentence.)

ANYWAYS...I wanted to thank all you guys for the comments you've been leaving me! Every time I see them, I just break out into grins and giggles and it's just...Just awesome. So super-duper great. I love all y'all. Even you, Gina. Even you.

Really, this whole site is just my favorite.

Enough blabbering. Happy trails!
Impi

"And that is why you should probably avoid feeding pegasi too many donuts…or actually, come to think of it, maybe just avoid sugar altogether." Chase finished somewhat grandly. He made a little "jazz hands" gesture and smiled like he thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Maybe he was. Sam tried not to think about that too hard.

Dean looked, for once, actually interested in something as esoteric as what Chase had been trying to explain. "Dude, really?" He rolled his eyes, trying to come off as disinterested, but Sam knew better. "So you roll into this place with a pegasus, tell him he can go get donuts, tell us he will manage to not be seen, and then tell us about all the times you've fed him donuts? Also, you have yet to explain how he's not being seen. The only reason we don't have a problem yet is that I'm not hearing any police sirens."

Chase's face fell slightly. "Well, yeah. I dunno how much I'm allowed to tell you, so I stuck to something fairly basic. Besides, I—" he hesitated for a moment before coming to a decision.

Sam didn't like the look on his face. It seemed oddly familiar, yet Sam couldn't place it on anybody else's face.

Chase looked positively devilish when he said, "I'm awesome. I can do what I want. I'm owed that much."

"What?" Bobby asked.

Sam looked up at him, startled. He'd nearly entirely forgotten that they were all still staying at Bobby's house, and that the owner of said house was prone to living in it.

He had no clue how long Bobby had been standing there. And, judging by Chase's surprise, neither did he.

Dean grinned up a Bobby. "Pegasi."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Idjits." He glanced out the window once, almost apprehensively, and looked back to Chase. "You mind explaining why there's a horse in the yard?" He asked roughly.

Sam looked out, and sure enough, there was Blackjack. "Horse?" He echoed. Unless he was calling it wrong on purpose, Sam was pretty sure he'd missed the wings. And that was hard to do, seeing as they were nearly as big as the "horse" bit themselves and proudly displayed.

Dean glanced out the window as well, then looked at Bobby incredulously. "You're kidding me, right?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "What, exactly, would I be kidding you about?"

"All he sees is a horse." Chase piped up. "That would be what I was about to mention."

"Whaddya mean, 'all I see is a horse?'" Bobby demanded, getting visibly annoyed. "What the hell is this?"

Chase sighed, and muttered something that sounded like "hunters." Louder, he added, "That'd be the Mist. Capital 'M.' Singer, how familiar are you with the Greek myths?" Sam noted he didn't say "Mr." or "Bobby."

Bobby nodded towards his shelves. "How well d'ya think?"

Chase peered at the titles and nodded approvingly. "Most of those are okay. However, the third from the left, two up—yeah, that one's complete shit, and I don't say that lightly."

Sam raised his eyebrow, and he knew Chase caught it. "Yeah? What makes you say that?" He asked, looking at the book Chase had pointed out. Near as he could make it out, it was on the lesser-known monsters of the Greek universe.

Chase seemed to be mocking him when he answered, "Because I finished it last week, and I've gotta say, dracanae are not that mindless in person. Well, I mean, they might be, but they're organized enough to become part of an army, soooo…." He drew out the 'o.'

Bobby looked mildly impressed. "You read that entire thing? Portions of it are in Greek. The ancient kind. I've been trying to work on that for years."

"Don't waste your time." Chase waved him off. "It's wildly inaccurate. One might compare it to Twilight." Chase visibly shuddered. "Actually, I betcha Steph herself reincarnated and wrote that."

"That's not how reincarnation works." Dean pointed out.

"Whatever." Chase said. "Anyways, I've already told Blackjack he could head home, so whatever he does at this point is up to him."

Bobby peered out the window. "That horse is Blackjack?" He startled, and Sam heard the rustling of feathers outside. He glanced out, and the winged horse was considerably closer than before.

"Yeah." Chase said. He glanced out of the window as well, finally checking on the horse.

Sam finally spoke up. "Okay. I'm not following everything entirely clearly, am I?" Bobby had been seeing the pegasus as a horse, yet Sam had been able to see the wings. And, adding to that the fact that Bobby thought Nico was insane because he'd missed the conversation with the blonde girl... "Why can't Bobby see the wings?" He asked, going for the direct approach. He prepared himself for holes in Chase's story fall through as he tried to explain himself.

Chase nodded. "Yeah, okay. You guys are hunters. You hunt things. And shoot them, dead. So kudos for tolerating Blackjack, but honestly, I don't know how much I can trust you not to go all medieval witch-burner on me."

"That's not an answer." Dean said.

Chase rolled his eyes, somehow managing to add dark irritation to the action. "Well, obviously. But I know how you guys react to witches and stuff that messes with people's heads." He shook his head, then snorted. "Yeah. This'll totally end well. Okay. The short answer is the Mist."

He paced in a circle for a moment, obviously thinking of some way to phrase -something- so as not to set off the brothers and Bobby.

Eventually, he faced them all. "Listen. You hunt monsters, I hunt monsters. Well, monsters hunt me and I kill them, but that's beside the point. The point is, we stop them. But the thing is, we deal with different creatures. You hunt things that are warped humans, I kill things you've never even heard of. Well, maybe Singer, but my point remains."

He took a deep breath, and looked each of them straight in the eyes, one at a time. When his gaze landed on Sam, Sam was once again struck by the sense of familiarity he got from Chase.

He was startled when Chase began speaking again. "I've saved the world from disaster, and you never noticed. And that's fine. But the thing is, my end-of-world crisis was different. It was put down. You guys? If it starts, you haven't got a chance. Even with me, and all my forces. You're toast. So I'm here to stop this from happening. And when it's over, I'll leave, and we can carry on our merry little ways. But until that point, you're going to have to deal with me, and all my methods."

Outside, the sky darkened, far too fast to be natural. Sam felt a strange pressure on his chest, like he was deep underwater, yet his ears felt like he was increasing altitude rapidly. The air seemed to hang like a heavy fog, and Sam could almost see the moisture.

A quick glance at his brother and Bobby proved that he wasn't the only one noticing this. Dean was trying to pop his ears, and Bobby was moving his hand through the air slowly, as though trying to figure out where the weight was coming from.

Chase's face darkened, and in that moment he looked positively scary. "I am stronger than any of you, and I can do things you can't." Outside a wind picked up, howling eerily. Sam's attention was snapped back to Chase when he raised his hand, and Dean was already automatically reaching for his gun. Sam braced himself as well, but came up with nothing but a kitchen knife. Still, it was better than nothing.

Out of nowhere, the heavy weight and moisture that Sam had been feeling condensed, and water droplets beaded themselves through the air, hanging like a curtain of diamonds. Sam was drenched, and the other two fared no better. Bobby was panicking, looking towards his shelves, where all of his precious books were kept.

All the weapons were pointed on Chase, who was inexplicably dry.

Well, not inexplicably, Sam mused. He had to be controlling the water somehow.

"But if you wanna fight the apocalypse without my help, go ahead. My camp will be safe."

The water just vanished, as best as Sam could describe, and everything in the room was completely dry. The sky brightened up as fast as it had darkened, and the wind stopped suddenly. Yet Sam and Dean were still soaked.

Sam figured it was supposed to be a joke. He didn't put it past Chase.

Chase smiled fakely, completely ignoring the weapons still trained on him. "I'm only doing volunteer work." He seemed to remember something, and nodded.

"So. Mist. Let's see, what's the best way to demonstrate this?" Chase muttered to himself.

Sam caught himself cataloguing all of Chase's tics, and the motions of his hands.

All of a sudden, a long, shallow cut appeared on his arm, oozing blood. His other hand was held oddly at his side, like he'd just been using it for something and hadn't quite finished the motion.

Dean cursed. "Holy fuck, dude, what the hell just happened to your arm?"

Sam noticed that the blood trailing slowly down Chase's arm glittered slightly, just the barest hint of gold. He also seemed completely unconcerned with the laceration.

"The Mist." Chase said proudly. "All three of you have completely forgotten me doing this to myself. You don't know what weapon I used, how long it took, or which direction I made the cut in. Easy enough to figure out, but you didn't see it happen, and that's the point." He gestured at his arm. "I did this right in front of you. Impossible to miss. But you did."

A/N: Okayyy. So... Next chapter we get into the timey wimey stuff! That's right, you heard it here first, folks: we are finally moving onto episode three (season four [duh])! Oh my freckled Jesus I'm so goddamned relieved. Like seriously. We haven't even broken ten chapters and I'm already so constipated because I want to just skip straight to the good bits but nooooo, you can't do that Imps, you've got an adoring public! An adoring public who likes not skipping important events!

Fine. Be that way. You'll get your chapters. *hmmpphhh* You're /welcome/

Haha no, I'm actually excited for the next bit. I hope you guys are too, cause it's gonna be good!

ALSSo me and my lazy butt has to go finish Supernatural. Season 12. I mean, I've seen the first bit... But if I do that it's gonna be even longer until chapter eight, so maybe not.

Right.