Hank got out of his car and walked over to the familiar sight of a taped off crime scene. But, despite becoming accustomed to it, seeing a torn-up body this early in the morning was still not at the top of his priorities.

"Just you today, Hank?" an officer stood by the body asked.

"Yeah, Nick's outta town. I'm sure we can handle a few days without him," Hank laughed good-naturedly, patting the officer on the back. But, as soon as Hank took a closer look at the body lying next to them, he silently took back his words. There was only one thing that could have ripped apart this poor man so viciously- it had to be Wesen related. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hank wished Trubel was still around; they could have really used her help right about now.

"Well, isn't that what we all want to see this time in the morning," a voice spoke from behind Hank and he turned around with a smile.

"Hey Wu, got anything for me about this poor guy?" Hank waved him over.

"Only what you see in front of you; body ripped open, insides dragged out. He must've died from shock. Tried running an ID check on him but nothing's come up. Whoever he is, he's certainly not from around here," Wu explained and Hank nodded, glancing back down towards the body on the ground. Suddenly, a scream echoed behind them. Hank turned around just in time to see a passing jogger collapse to the ground.

"God damn it! I thought I told you boys to fence off the whole area?" the officer beside Hank yelled, running over to the now unconscious jogger. Hank then turned towards Wu.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, gesturing towards the body.

"Wesen," Wu nodded "I think a trip down to the trailer is needed here,"

Hank agreed and together, the two of them made their excuses to the officers at the scene, climbed into Hank's car, and made their way to the trailer.

"Do you think we should call Nick?" Wu asked once they reached the trailer.

"Not yet. I'm sure we can handle it like any other case, right?" Hank said, opening the trailer door and stepping inside. The two of them pulled out a pile of books, settled themselves down, and began the long process of reading through everything they could. Several hours- and cups of coffee- later, Hank stumbled across just the right bit of information.

"Maybe it's Hundjäger?" Hank suggested, placing the page he had just been reading in front of Wu. Once Wu had read through it, he nodded in agreement.

"Sounds about right. Is it time to call Nick yet?" Wu half-joked as he closed the book he was already holding and put it to one side. Hank rolled his eyes before pulling out his phone and dialling Nick's number. The phone rang through to voicemail, so he tried again. And, again, it rang through.

"He's not picking up," Hank shook his head.

"Well, that's not good," Wu frowned.

"I'm sure he's fine. I'll try again later," Hank tried to sound confident, but he didn't entirely believe in what he was saying.

"I guess we should be heading back to the precinct anyway. People will be wondering where we've gone," Wu said, starting to put the pile of books next to him away again. Hank agreed and, once everything was tidy, they got back into the car and headed back towards the precinct.

The first thing Sam noticed when he finally woke up was the pain in his head; he felt like the back of his skull had been kicked in. With a quiet groan, he managed to open his eyes to be faced a surprisingly expensive looking room- brightly lit, comfortable sofas, a low-hanging chandelier. A vague memory of movement in the trees by the side of the road flashed across Sam's mind. He shifted his body slightly to find that his hands and feet were bound tightly with rope that scratched and scraped at his skin every time he tried to move. But, at least the chair he was tied to was comfortable. Better than the usual kidnapping standards.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man in sharp suit casually strolled in, followed by another two men who were clearly supposed to be bodyguards.

"Hello, Mr. Winchester," the man smiled, fiddling with his cufflinks "so sorry for this little kidnapping fiasco. We just couldn't be sure if you'd come with us freely,"

"Who are you?" Sam asked, glaring up at him.

"An important man you don't want to piss off," the man shrugged, not really looking at him.

"Fine then, play that game. Will you at least tell me what you want with me?" Sam sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He'd dealt with too many of these wannabe-mafia types before. Although, something in the man's accent did make him curious.

"I- well, we would like to invite you to join us in fighting for a noble cause," the man began to slowly pace in front of him.

"You've got a real funny way of asking," Sam shifted his arms and legs slightly, looking down towards the ropes that bound him.

"Yes, sorry about those. An extra precaution of my own making. I had to be certain you were completely secure. The Mark of Cain that you bare can be a powerful and violent thing. Wouldn't want things to get out of hand now, would we?" the man shifted his weight slightly, clearly still wary of his hostage. As soon as those words left his mouth, Sam began to piece everything together. Obviously, they thought he was his brother; but he decided to play the part, for now at least. He needed to get as much information from them as he could.

"I'm not convinced in this cause of yours," Sam stated, and the man stopped pacing to stand directly in front of him.

"Oh, really? I had a feeling you might say something like that. Well, maybe this will convince you," the man smirked before leaning down. Once his and Sam's eyes were level, his face suddenly warped and twisted until it resembled that of a wolf. He snarled in Sam's face but, despite his shock, Sam stayed completely still and continued to look him dead in the eye. The man retracted, his face twisting again until it was human once more.

"Why do you-?" the man stared down at Sam in confusion. But, before he could finish what he was saying, gunshots rang out from the other side of the door.

"Stay there," the man pointed at Sam. But, instead of heading towards the gun shots like Sam had been expecting, he and the two other men left the room through a door on the other side and disappeared, closing the door firmly behind them. Leaving Sam, once again, alone. Still bound, but also still in the comfortable chair at least.