Here we go again! As long as everything goes according to plan, this fic should be updated every Saturday. As always, I don't own anything to do with Supernatural or Grimm. Enjoy!
His lungs burned, begging for air. His legs shook from exhaustion beneath him. He needed to keep running but his body wouldn't let him. He knew this was it; this was the end of him and his service to Royal blood. Slowly, he turned his body to face the man he had once called a brother in arms. But those days were long behind them now.
"Please, don't do this," he begged as his pursuer emerged from the shadows to face him.
"You know I don't have a choice. None of us do. You failed to find him, so now you have to pay," the other man replied, the regret true in his voice.
"If I could just be given more time-"
"You've been given enough time! Now, your task passes onto me. And I will not fail like you did. I will find him. I will find Dean Winchester," the man said with determination and strength.
"Then I wish you luck, my friend," he nodded, bowing down to his fate.
"Any last requests?"
"Just make it quick,"
"Of course,"
The peace and silence of the night was broken for a small moment with the shattering sound of a beastly growl; deeper and darker than the night itself. But then the silence quickly returned, almost as though it had never been disturbed at all. And all that remained was a body, ripped and torn, on the cold pavement of the street, illuminated by a single street lamp.
Dean groggily rolled himself out of bed. Automatically, his legs carried him from his bedroom and down the maze of corridors towards the kitchen. He vaguely grunted at Sam in greeting as he went about making himself some coffee.
"Good morning to you too," Sam smirked; he'd already been awake for hours. He continued scrolling through news articles while Dean slowly became fully conscious.
"You found anything interesting?" Dean finally asked after two cups of coffee and a plate of cold bacon.
"Yeah, actually. So, get this. Police found a body in Kansas city just laying in the street last night, completely ripped apart. They're saying it's an animal attack but he was in the middle of a pretty built up area and there hasn't been any other recorded animal attacks for over 50 years,"
"Sounds suspicious, we thinking werewolves?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Could be. Whatever it is, I think it's worth checking out," Sam shrugged. Little more needed to be said. Within a couple of hours, the two brothers were out the door, dressed in suits, and in the car on their way to the crime scene. But when they arrived, the scene they found wasn't quite what they had been expecting. To be more specific, there wasn't a crime scene at all.
"I thought you said it was just here?" Dean huffed, gesturing around at the general lack of anything out of the ordinary.
"That's what the report said," Sam defended himself, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Can I help you boys with something?" both Sam and Dean turned around to see a man in uniform watching them, hands on his hips.
"Agents Baker and Clapton," Sam answered as the two of them flashed their badges, "we're here about the animal attack,"
"Why are the FBI interested in an animal attack? They low on homicides or something?" the officer laughed, shaking his head.
"It's just a little suspicious, don't you think? An animal attack in an area like this?" Dean raised an eyebrow as the officer continued to laugh to himself quietly.
"Look, I don't know what you boys are expecting to find, but you can head down to the morgue if you want to see the body," the officer eventually offered and the Winchesters agreed. The officer gave them directions then wandered off down the street, as though their whole conversation had never happened. Without a word, Sam and Dean got back into the car and drove over to the morgue. It took a while but, after a few explanations and some quick flashes of their badges, they were in. But when they finally saw the body, they encountered the second unexpected surprise of the day.
"This wasn't done by any werewolf," Dean stated the obvious; the heart was completely intact.
"But it wasn't anything else we know of either," Sam replied, squinting slightly at the body. Well, it was less of a 'body' and more a collection of human remains that had been ripped apart almost beyond recognition. It was nothing like anything the Winchesters had encountered before.
"So, could it be..." Dean trailed off, turning to look at his brother.
"Wesen?" Sam finished Dean's train of thought.
"This is way beyond us, whatever it is. You wanna get Nick and Trubel in on this?" Dean suggested and Sam nodded in agreement. After a quick glance around to make sure no one could see them, Sam took a few pictures of the body and sent them over to Nick.
"Well, I guess now we wait,"
Nick should have known to not open any text messages from the Winchesters whilst eating dinner. He was certain he'd now never make the same mistake again. But he also didn't want to eat the rest of his steak for a while either.
"What is it?" Juliette asked, her voice full of concern after seeing the disgust on Nick's face.
"A message from the Winchesters," Nick sighed, finally able to look away from his phone.
"That bad, huh?" Juliette huffed a laugh and Nick couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, they think it's Wesen. Or at least, it's something they've never seen before," Nick explained.
"You should probably get going then, I'll tell Hank tomorrow why you're not in," Juliette stood and cleared away their plates.
"Thanks," Nick kissed her cheek before going upstairs to get a few things together. Within 10 minutes he was back downstairs and almost out the door. Just has he stepped outside, he paused with the thought that he should get Trubel. Then his steps faltered slightly as he realised she wasn't with them anymore. It had been a few weeks now since she had left with Josh, but that still didn't seem to make it any easier. Sighing to himself, he hurried over to his car, got inside, and began the unholy 23 hour drive towards Lebanon, Kansas. Alone.