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Prologue: Hibbing, Minnesota…

A young boy laid in his bed as he watched TV. Outside, he heard a noise and got up to look out the window. A man was walking in a parking lot with two bags of garbage in his hands. He quickly threw the bags into a dumpster before walking back to his car. When a screeching noise sounded loudly he stopped walking and looked around. Getting down on his knees, he checked underneath the car and screamed when he saw something horrifying. As soon as he stood, an invisible force pulled him back to the ground, on his stomach, and dragged him under the car, screaming, until he was gone. The boy looked on in fear before hurriedly shutting his curtains.

A few nights later at Kugels Keg…

Angel sat beside Sam as she sipped her whisky, "So, the neighbor kid thinks whatever took our vic is some kind of monster of mythical proportions?"

"Seemed pretty convinced." Dean said a few feet away from them as he threw darts, "Said he saw it pull Jenkins underneath a car before it growled and took off."

"I don't know…" Sam shook his head, "He was up watching Godzilla vs. Mothra so he could have just spooked himself and thought he heard a growl."

"Hm…" Angel tapped her glass, "I talked to the local police and they said they ruled out foul play."

"Why?"

"Apparently, there were signs of a struggle."

Dean turned, "Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping." He shrugged, "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."

"Yeah, maybe not. Except for this." Sam slid their fathers journal over to Angel, "Dad marked the area." Dean came to the table and looked at the journal over Angel's shoulder, "'Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.'"

Deans brows furrowed, "Why would he even do that?"

"He found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes." Sam explained before pointing to another passage, "He found this too- this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state."

"Jeeze." Angel mumbled as she read through their fathers work, "That is weird."

"Yeah."

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds?" Dean asked, "Jenkins was taken from a parking lot."

"No, there's all kinds of different types." Angel shook her head looking up at them, "Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers- those ones take people anywhere, anytime."

"Look, guys…" Sam shook his head unsure, "I don't know if this is our kind of gig either. It might be but we dont have alot of information."

"We need to ask around more tomorrow." Angel got up and put some money on the table, "In the meantime, I saw a motel about five miles back so-"

"Whoa, whoa, easy." Dean frowned as he turned from the dart board, "Let's have another round."

"I'm with Angel." Sam shook his head as he grinned at Deans pouting, "We should get an early start."

"Yeah, you two really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Oh, don't start that game, D." She grinned before shooting back the rest of her whisky, "The last time you tried to out fun me, you woke up in a Tennessee junkyard with an eyebrow piercing next to some cowboy named Buck." She smirked, "I still have the voicemail you guys left me."

Sam bulked at Dean's pale face from that comment before erupting in laughter, "Wait- what?!"

"You said you deleted that!" He squeaked, "And you swore you wouldn't ever bring that night up, Angel!"

"Did i?" She grinned mischievously, "Must've slipped my mind, little brother. My apologies."

"Oh man." Sam chuckled turning to her, "I gotta hear this story."

"Alright, alright!" Dean conceded, "I'll meet you guys outside, just lemme take a leak."

He irritatedly grabbed his coat and hurried off towards the bathroom as Angel snickered. Sam quickly gathered up his research and followed his sister outside.

"So…" He smirked down at her as they walked towards the car, "Tennessee, huh?"

What sounded like chains dragging earned her attention and she stopped her brother, motioning him to be quiet as she took out her gun. Sam followed suit and placed their Dad's journal on the hood of the car before taking out a flashlight from his coat pocket. He turned it on and they both began looking around. Turning he motioned for Angel to get ready before he bent down to look under the car. An orange cat swatted and hissed at him before sprinting past Angel and fleeing away from them with an angry meow.

Sam flung himself backwards in startlement, "Whoa!"

"Really?!" Angel huffed as Sam laughed, "I almost freakin' shot Garfield!"

He got up and shook his head as she put her gun on the Impala, "Guess we're both a little jumpy."

"Guess so."

A few minutes later, Dean came out of the bar and walked to the car, but Angel and Sam weren't anywhere in sight. He quickly noticed the journal and Angel's gun sitting on the hood and hurriedly opened the car to check inside but neither of them were in there. Confusion filled him as he started to look around. A group of people coming out of the bar earned his attention.

Dean walked up to a biker and his girlfriend, "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" They shook their heads at him before walking away and worry filled him, "Sam! Angel!" He frantically started to look around, "Sammy! Ang!" He turned around and noticed a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight before walking into the middle of the deserted road and looking around, "Dammit!"

Unknown location…

Angel jerked awake with a painful groan. As she sat up she grimaced and her hand went to the back of her head where a lump was forming. As her memory flooded back she looked around with wide eyes and discovered she was trapped in a small cage. Across from her was Jenkins, the missing local, passed out and not moving. On the other side of her a few feet away, her eyes landed on her little brother, passed out on his back. Hurrying over to the side of her cage closest to him she rattled the bars trying to open them or at least wake him up.

"Sam?" Her voice rose a little as she called to him, "Sammy, you gotta wake up." Frantically she shook the bars again, "Sam!" Once he stirred and got up just as confused as she was, a little relief filled her, "Thank God. Are you okay?"

"Yeah… yeah i think." He looked around in confusion, "What the hell happened? Where are we?"

"I have no idea…" She huffed and motioned to the cage across from them, "We're not alone though."

Fear clouded Sam's eyes before he stood as much as the cage would allow, "We gotta get out of here."

He rattled the bars of his cage as Angel did the same to hers, neither of them budging. Sam grabbed the top bars and tried swinging his body to kick down the door, but once again it didn't budge. Angel turned when she heard Jenkins groan as he woke up.

She rushed over to talk to him through the bars of their cages as Sam got as close as he could, "You're alive, good. Thats- thats good." She nodded as he groaned again, "You hurt? You okay?"

"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?"

"Fair enough." Angel nodded, "You know where we are by chance?"

"I don't know… The country, I think. Smells like the country."

Sam studied him, "You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

Sam sighed, sharing a look with his sister, "We were lookin' for ya."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue."

"Yeah, you know when people use the phrase 'No offense' it's generally followed by some snarky ass comment." Angel glared, "Our brothers out there right now probably tearing up this whole town looking for us so-"

"So, he's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere." He nodded towards the door leading into the building, "Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us."

Angel leaned back on her bars, "Aren't you just a giant box of sunshine…"

"What are they?" Sam asked, trying to figure out what they were up against, "Have you seen them?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Whatever's got us, what'd they look like?"

As the door to the building opened Jenkins hurried to the back of his cage, "See for yourself."

Two men wearing black coats and hats walked in. One man walked over to Jenkins' cage and hit the side of it with a large bat making Jenkins scurry back into the corner. The other man went over to a panel of buttons attached to a pole in the middle of the room. He inserted a key into the panel and twisted it, unlocking Jenkins' cage. As the men entered Jenkins started freaking out.

"Leave me alone! Don't you take me, leave me alone!"

They placed a plate of food in front of Jenkins before leaving the cage and walking over to the panel. The same man twisted the key again and removed it, which locked the cage. As they left one of the men hit Angel's cage and grinned as she moved away from that side. Once they were gone Jenkins devoured his food.

"I'll be damned." Sam scoffed as he looked to his supremely shocked sister, "They're just people."

"That's a first."

Jenkins looked up from his plate, "What'd you expect?"

Sam ignored him, "How often do they feed you?"

"Once a day." He pointed to the panel, "And they use that thing over there to open the cage."

Angel ran her eyes over the panel before turning back to him, "Is that the only time you see them?"

"So far. But I'm waitin'."

"For?"

"Ned Beatty time."

Sam huffed humorously at the phrase before moving to study his cage, "I think that's the least of your worries right now."

"Oh, yeah? Then what do you think they want?"

Sam ignored him as he reached through the top of his cage and grabbed a long metal wire stretching from the top of the pole to the ground.

Angel watched as he tried to pull it down, "I think that depends on who they are."

Jenkins scoffed as Sam continued to pull on the wire so it gradually started to detach itself from the pole, "They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places." He looked between them "What were your names, again?"

"Angel." She answered as her brother focused on what he was doing, "That's my brother Sam."

Jenkins moved to sit down against his cage, "Why don't you give it up, Sammy, there's no way out."

"Don't. Call. Me. Sammy!"

He groaned and finally tore the coil down before a small piece of metal fell on the floor also.

Angel moved as close as she could, "What is it?"

Sam picked it up and looked at it, "It's a bracket."

"Well, thank God, a bracket." Jenkins sneered in sarcasm, "Now we've got 'em, huh?"

Angel glared, "Hey buddy, I don't see you doing anything productive over there unless you wanna count running your mouth."

Suddenly, Jenkins' cage unlocked itself and opened, "Must've been short." He smiled a little as he climbed out of the cage, "Maybe you knocked somethin' loose."

"Doubtful." Angel shook her head as an off feeling filled her gut, "Jenkins, you should get back in there."

"What?"

Sam agreed, "This isn't right."

Jenkins looked between them with confusion, "Don't you two wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah." Sam looked from Angel to Jenkins, "But that was too easy."

"This might be a trap. Get back inside."

"Look, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay? Don't worry."

"No, seriously, Jenkins." Sam pleaded, "It's a trap."

"Bye, Sammy." He sent Angel a wink before pushing the door open and leaving, "Bye, Angie."

"Jenkins!"

"Great." Angel shook her head as his cage slammed shut after he left the room, "So he's dead." She turned to Sam, "We need a plan, Sammy." The sound of Jenkins screaming somewhere close by caused them both to stiffen, "Preferably before that becomes us."