''What's happened here?'' asked Sheriff King as he stiffly climbed out of his old beat up cruiser arriving a little late on the scene.

''Lemmy and Ace Brodie, two brothers. No one's seen them since last Tuesday. The car is a trans am, blue with yellow pin striping. California license: 2clg592. No one's seen that since last Tuesday, either.'' answered deputy Brodie getting the sheriff up to speed. Nearby there was a small crowd gathered,seeing the lawmen approach a woman ran out of it and latched on to the sheriff with tears of distress.

'' God, I just hope nothing horrible
happened to them. They were so close!''

''Ma'am, please, step back.'' She ignored him.

''Sheriff, what
do you think happened?''

King held the woman at arms length trying to calm her down just before he answered her he took notice of the front yard for the first time,and saw what had to be around a hundred dead mutilated cats.

''I don't know, but somebody
sure doesn't like cats.'' he answered and calmly handed her off to another deputy. He motioned for Brodie to lead him inside. As he followed him he had to stop to cover his nose for the stench of the dead animals.

''Looks like the place has been
empty for a hundred years.''

''Well, it hasn't.''

It didn't take long to be led to a small covered body of a young girl, or what looked like a little girl,laying in what would be the living area not but a few feet from the front door.

''What the hell happened to her? Jesus!''

''It's a little girl sir.'' Brodie answered.

'I can see that you numb nuts!

What's that in her hair?''

''A rose.''

Two months later

As Sam walked out the newly required old two storie farmhouse his family had just moved into he could feel the effects of the noonday sun, he felt his temples grow damp. He followed a worn step down path through the creeking screen door into the garage, Sam spied a 1967 Impala Chevrolet; pitch black, this time. His dad had kept one just like it in dark blue, and it brought on a wave of nostalgia. His father, had died suddenly the summer before, and as much as he had been a hard ass he still missed him something fierce. He looked over to the car again. It rested in the middle of the old, crumbling down garage near the back of the property, and he saw the man he was looking for bent over at the waist, poking around in the car's open belly.

As he walked up toward him, he watched the man's narrow hips in his dirty trousers. His upper half was hidden under the raised hood of the car, but he saw that he wore a thin, sleeveless white undershirt and black suspenders. An uneasy feeling crept along his spine, and Sam stopped in his tracks. He stood there in the hot September breeze, pondering. For a moment, he thought on turning back around and just leaving, but it was better this way, Sam intended to call out to him, but he was beaten to the chase. Dean his brother called out first.

''Going anywhere tonight?''He turned around slowly, wiping a layer of shine from his forehead with the back of one grease-stained hand. He looked close to thirty - thirty five now, with slick brown hair that turned up a touch at the back of his neck. A stubble covered his jaw he should shave His dark eyes moved from the crown of his head, right down to his brown and white knockoff shoes.

''To the movies, maybe.''

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, I'm bored.I know there's plenty playing ''

Dean was quiet for a long moment, and he reached around, pulling a dirty cloth from the back pocket of his smeared trousers.

''With a friend?
With a special friend?''

''All by my lonesome.''

''Oh, don't ask your bro.''

''Well, actually, there's
a girl that works there.
I thought I might ask her 's pretty too.
''

''Oh, you might?Is she nice?''

''I don't know.
I guess I'll find out, won't I?''

He stayed quiet and gave Sam a sly smile, looking like a snake in the grass. He slowly wiped his big hands on the blackened old rag in his hand and watched him standing in front of him .

'' Jealous?''

''Concerned.''

''Right.
Concerned.''

''Mm-hmm, concerned.
Should I be jealous Sam?''

Sam turned around to leave he hesitated as a parade of little red flags marched by in his head. Still, he let his two feet carry him over to the open garage door. He stood just underneath it, peering across a smattering of dandelions that filled the yard and the few cats that had already begin to gather,he made to leave.

''Hey Sammy''

Sam shot Dean a glance over his shoulder.

''yeah''

''Bring me back a pie...a cherry pie.''

Sam arrived outside the only theatre in town by sunset .They had been here two weeks already ,plenty of time for him to have stalked around and learned the area. He stopped and stood on the sidewalk watching for a bit. He could hear crickets and distant laughter ringing in the night. He could already see through the glass a pretty young girl,happily working away with not a care in the world. Jessica was her name she was sweet ,with movie star good looks,she had approached him first when no one else had,they had talked, and ate lunch everyday at school,he read her his poetry,she told him about her Christian small town life. He wished he could share his pain of living with her. It was nice and different he liked her a lot.

She had such a strong beautiful light inside of her he didn't want to put it out.

Sam sighed to himself as he started to walk across the street ,as he got closer to the building the sound of the crickets died. A predator was around.

Somewhere out there Dean was lurking watching,waiting ,the freaky bastard. Despite earlier conversation he knew he wouldn't let him go off alone. It was to risky,they were all each other had now and maybe ever.

But that was all Dean could really do was, wait and watch this time was something only Sam could had to catch and feed on his own,or his body wouldn't mature to the next step. It was the way of their kind,there was no way around it ,somehow their bodies could tell if the food was given or they were young it didn't matter it was okay,but once puberty hit their evolution changed.

Right now Dean was waiting for him to man up and make his first feeding,so that Dean himself could also man a manner of speaking.

But he didn't want to,feed that is he was freakish enough already ,his body ,their whole way of life .Growing up with a family of supernatural monsters ,being serial killers, making a living by going around from town to town hunting and robbing from other supernatural running from the humans who hunted them,realising that your not your mother to the only others like you because of a territory dispute,having your father kill those few off after that and then be forever paranoid to ever run into any others,and drilling that into your older Sam at all costs is what his brother was sure did mess up said sibling.

Then when it seemed to be getting clearer that him ,his brother,and father were really the last ones of their kind life threw a fucked up curve ball. Then dad died too.

Sam sighed to himself again.

He didn't want to kill innocent people just the other monsters.

Sam finally went in,the smell of buttered popcorn and Jess's sweet fragrance filled his nose and gave him a warm feeling in his chest.

"Hey there stranger,you made it"

"Told you I would,didn't I "

"Yeah"she giggled.

"Oh here! I made you some popcorn already and here's some sugar babies there good with "

" are you gonna be able to watch with me?"

"Oh yeah you go on in there ,my shifts over in 30 minutes,you'll just have to fill me in k."

"Sure thing Jess,I'll see ya soon "Sam smiled at her so bright she couldn't help but smile brightly back resulting in the pair having a stare fest for two minutes before Sam snapped out of turned around still smiling and headed out to pick a movie. He turned back remembering his manners before disappearing around the corner and called out

"thanks again Jess ,see ya soon"

Jessica sighed with a dreamy look on her face.

Oh that boy he could so be the one.