As a young man of 15 years wielding a blue pine tree on his forehead walked through the endless woods of northwestern Oregon, a man drove down an empty highway in a beautiful, sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala. The man was accompanied by his rather tall brother who currently had his nose buried in a map of highway systems across the US. The sun was peeking out from behind a cloud overhead and the radio was blasting AC/DC; a perfect day for the hunter.

"Yo, Dean, turn down the music. I'm trying to concentrate on this." The man in the passenger seat complained. Dean rolled his eyes and turned down the music, keeping it just loud enough to still hear it.

Dean looked over at his not-so-little brother Sam fumbling with the paper, trying to turn it up-side-down and all around to try and read the fine print. Eventually he gave up and threw his hands down on it, crumpling it up in his lap.

"I've been at this for an hour and it's giving me a headache. I can't read it, it's too small." Sam propped his elbow up on the door and rested the side of his face in his palm.

"Ah, you're not tryin hard enough, Sammy. Lemme see it." Dean smirked

Sam threw the mess of paper at Dean as he pulled over on the side of the road. Once stopped, Sam walked a little ways away to relieve himself from the long car ride. Dean paid him no attention as he spread out the map on the hood of his beloved Baby, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess. Dean knew they were somewhere in southern Oregon, but wasn't completely sure where exactly they were.

Some might wonder what the pair of hunters were doing so far up north in the middle of nowhere. Well, a few weeks back, Dean got a call from an old friend of their dads about some strange things happening. This guy lived in the eastern portion of the state, where he ran his own tourist trap. It was fairly common in that portion of Oregon; mysterious endless woods and hundreds of stories of folklore kept them all in business.

But while most of the traps were fake or overrated, that never stopped hundreds of thousands of people, families, from traveling up to see them in the summers.

Their dad had met George Craig while on a hunt in the Northwest when the brothers were young. Their dad had helped him get rid of the hoard of skinwalkers that scared away people from his town. It took a while, but the boundary that John had put around the town was no joke. It kept most monsters out. It was a very successful mission; Bobby was there too.

But in the last couple of years, it seemed like the boundary had turned into a good-for-nothing charm. Monster sightings went way up, people going missing left and right, mysterious murders and traumatic events were on the rise. Less and less people came, and even less individuals left.

George's town wasn't the only one. Small tourist trapped towns around eastern Oregon were beginning to feel the hurt from the surge in monsters. It seemed like there was no end to them, no matter what the townspeople did. But, these towns began to catch onto to where these things were coming from.

A small, sleepy town by the name of Gravity Falls.

Dean let out a dry chuckle at the unusual name. Sam came over to see Dean looking at the map, confused. "You realize that it's not as easy to read as it looks?"

"Shut up." Dean said glancing up and wishing he could slap that smug smirk off his brother's face. "But actually, I did find where we are."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"25 miles out from the place we're looking for." Dean passed the map over to Sam.

"You're sure this is the town George told us about?" Sam said as he reviewed the map again.

"Um yeah. Look, if you wanna call the guy up, be my guest." Dean rolled his eyes

Sam rolled his eyes. "Welp, let's get a move on. I'm hungry."

Sam and Dean reached the small town within the hour. They drove into town and were welcomed by warm smiles and friendly people. They noticed numerous tourist traps and it seemed to be the beginning of the tourist season, so they slipped through unnoticed. They stopped at the first diner they saw. Once Dean parked, Sam hopped out of the car and slammed the door behind him, looking up at the sign with a quirked eyebrow. The old sign which was barely hanging together read "Greasy's Diner" with an additional sign saying, "We Have Food!" Well of course it would have food, what else would it have? Sam thought to himself.

They walked through the old wooden door and the bell above chimed, announcing the two boy's presence. The diner seemed to be rather popular with the locals, as everyone was talking to each other and greeting everyone by name. Sam and Dean took a seat in a booth against the far wall, giving Dean room to crack a few dirty jokes. Sam pretended that he didn't think Dean was funny, but Dean knew that the smile on his he tried to hide was because of him. He looked at Sam smugly when a rather pretty teenage girl with long blond hair came up to them with menus.

"Haven't seen you boys around here. Touring?" She glanced between them and leaned against the table, awaiting their answer.

"Uh, ya! Just uh, a little family road trip. And where else better to kick off the summer than here?" Sam said cheerfully.

"Honestly, anywhere else would be better. This place is weird, trust me." She joked halfheartedly as she pulled out her notepad and pen.

Dean snorted and Sam gave him a glare. They skimmed over the menu and ordered the breakfast regulars with coffee. The waitress wrote down their order and told them she'd be back in a moment. Dean leaned over the side of the booth as she walked off, smiling a bit to himself. Sam kicked hard at his shin, reminding him that she was more than likely under aged.

The brothers studied the homey dinner a bit more, commenting here and there about the style, the smells and the people. Sam scratched his chin nervously, wondering to himself what these small towns could hold. He subconsciously still hadn't gotten over the Mystery Spot attraction they visited a few years back. He hoped to Chuck that this wasn't going to be a repeat of it.

The teen waitress came back with their coffees, setting them down carefully. While she was there, Sam saw his opportunity to ask her about the weirdness she mentioned.

"So, uh, earlier you mentioned that this town was "weird." I was um, wondering what you meant about weird. Weird like the people or..?"

The girl chuckled to herself. "The people? Definitely, everyone here is kinda.." she brought her hand up to the side of her head and made a quick swirl. The boys laughed with her. Sam couldn't help but ask about the town as well.

"Oh ya, we get a lot of tourists because of the weird tourist traps around the town. They're fake and a waste of money, if you ask me." she half muttered, setting on hand on the table to lean against it.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean piped up about the towns crazy again. He asked about if anything were real, like supernatural like. The waitress gave them a strange look before restating that it was all fake.

"You guys must really like ghost stories huh? Sorry boys, but i'm not gonna get in trouble saying stuff that i'm not supposed to." she replied with a slight head shake. Dean pulled out a fifty and slid it over to her. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Dean simply smiled and waited. She weighed the decision in her head for a moment before she let out a small sigh and pocketed the bill.

"Okay, where do I start; this town is strange. It's not even on most maps, it's so small and forgotten. Which, I guess is good and bad in a way. Good, because it brings in money for its "mystery". Bad, because anything could happen here and the world would never know. But.." She paused for a moment, debating whether to go on or not.

"But..?" Sam gave her a patient smile, letting her take her time.

"But, a few years ago something really weird went down here and it's like a law now that the townspeople who live here -including me- aren't supposed to talk about it. Basically everyone "forgot" about it and everyone goes about their business like it never happened. Its really dumb, but then again its over now and I don't have to worry about it." The blonde folded her arms across her chest.

"What kind of event "went down" that no one can talk about?" Dean asked.

"You're gonna think i'm crazy, but," The girl looked over her shoulder. "the Apocalypse."

While she made an effort to sound disinterested, Sam picked up on the goosebumps that rose on her uncovered upper arms.

Sam and Dean gave each other a quick look, Dean tipped his head in acknowledgement. The girl shrugged and turned away quickly, replacing her neutral expression with a smile as she tended to a few other tables. The brothers talked back and forth about what kind of apocalypse-type events they witnessed. Could that be the reason for the surge in monsters? They were determined to get to the bottom of this.

Now here is chapter 2 :)

more of an actual plot, or maybe just the beginning to one can be seen here. (i hope it makes some sense)

lemme know what you think

peace