It took a lot to unsettle Noah Puckerman but Finn Hudson and Rebekah Puckerman were few of the people in the world who could. His best friend had taken off on a camping trip with his sister and a friend of hers six days ago, the three of them heading towards Lost Creek, Colorado.

The thought of Finn and his baby sister alone still freaked him the hell out, especially when he realized they would be really fucking alone considering the stretch of Mother Nature available to them (they had taken one tent to fucking share). Bekah had told him to get over it while Finn had smiled sheepishly at her side, rubbing the back of his neck like the pussy whipped boyfriend he was. Two years after almost spraying Finn's ass with buckshot when he had walked in on his best friend with his large hand up his sister's shirt, Puck still couldn't quite comprehend that Finn was dating Bekah.

In any case Puck had reluctantly let them go after eliciting a promise from his sister that she would check in everyday. Considering their line of work Bekah had reluctantly agreed. Three days ago she hadn't called him. Puck had tried calling both her and Finn to no avail. Needing no other impetus, Puck had jumped into his truck and broken all kinds of laws to get to the Lost Creek Visitors Center.

'Dude check out the size of this freakin' bear,' Puck heard someone say. Spotting a man in a Ranger's uniform, Puck walked over towards the older man.

'Ranger Wilkinson?' Puck said formally. 'I'm Puckerman-'

'Son, didn't I tell you on the phone that your sister and her boyfriend had their backcountry permit filled out till the 24th?' Wilkinson interrupted.

'With all due respect Sir,' Puck ground out through his teeth, 'my sister may be a pain in my ass, but if she doesn't call when she's supposed to I know something's wrong.'

'Look boy,' Wilkinson sighed, rubbing the brim of his hat, 'they ain't gonna be declared missing until that permit expires. Reception up in the forest is spotty. Maybe she just couldn't reach ya. Sure she's right as rain.'

Fuck this noise. Cops man. Only screw up jobs hunters do right.

'Well maybe I can just grab a copy of that permit then?' Puck asked. 'Just to check and make sure.'

As Wilkinson went to fulfill his request, Puck felt two pairs of eyes bruning into the side of his face. Turning his head, he caught sight of two men. One was taller than the other, with a baby face that could rival Finn's. The shorter, stockier man looked like he was…eye-humping Puck.

'You ladies have a problem?' Puck asked, raising an eyebrow when the shorter one chuckled in response.

'Your sister's missing?'

'Don't see how that's any of your fucking business,' Puck answered shortly.

The short one held up his hands, angling his head towards the taller one in some kind of silent gesture.

'Look man, we're from the FBI office down at Denver,' the tall one spoke, raising up a badge. 'I'm Agent Plant and this is Agent Bonham.'

Are these guys idiots?

'First off jackass, those badges are one hundred percent fake. I know because there's supposed to the letters U and S on either side of that fucking eagle,' Puck told them evenly. 'Second, is the rest of Led Zeppelin joining your little reunion tour?'

'Huh,' was all the short one said in response. Wilkinson arrived, thrusting the permit into Puck's hands.

'There ya go son.'

'Thanks,' Puck mumbled, smoothing out the paper between his fingers. Tracking down Bekah and Finn in what looked like the fucking Amazon rainforest was going to be a bitch if he couldn't at least rope one of the Rangers into helping him out.

'Hey Puckerman! Wait up dude!'

'Look Abercrombie and Fitch,' Puck retorted, not even bothering to disguise the frustration buried in his tone, 'I don't have time for this. So take those fake badges and show them to some chick with big tits and shit for brains, because I ain't buyin'.'

'We can help you find your sister okay landing strip?' The short one shot back, giving Puck's mohawk a disgusted look.

'Dean,' the tall one chastised. 'Okay maybe we got off on the wrong foot. My name's Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean-'

Puck felt his spine snap straight when he heard their last name.

'Wait. Your dad's John Winchester?' Puck questioned, recalling the rough hunter who would stumble into the Roadhouse between jobs. The guy had been great passing off jobs to Puck, not to mention a wealth of information when it came to trying to piece together Matthew Puckerman's death.

'You know Dad?' Dean asked warily.

'Mentioned you two a few times. Said if I ever needed back up I could give his son Dean a call,' Puck told him, sweeping his gaze over Dean's frame. 'Some reason I'd always imagined you'd be taller.'

He saw a petite brunette sweep by behind the brothers, brown hair swinging down her back as she marched towards the Visitor's Center.

Nice legs.

'This coming from a guy with the fugly ass haircut?' Dean remarked before shaking his head. 'Look Dad left us a bunch of coordinates for our next job, and if your sister is missing...' He trailed off meaningfully.

'Excuse me, did one of you mention a missing hiker?' The brunette with the nice legs was suddenly beside Puck. Taking in her features up close, appreciating the full lips and doe eyes, Puck saw Dean reach for his badge out of the corner of his eye.

'Agent Plant, ma'am, at your service,' Dean drawled out, Sam rolling his eyes discretely as his brother's eyes lingered over the way Rachel's jeans clung to her hips.

'My name is Rachel Berry and I demand an explanation as to why my numerous phone calls to the Park Service have been left unanswered?' Rachel began, jabbing a finger at Dean's chest. 'My brother Blaine has been missing for approximately three days now and I don't care what that Ranger said about permits. If I don't start hearing an appropriate strategy to mitigate this crisis, I am fully prepared to take the entire National Park Service to court!'

Dean gaped, Sam stared at Rachel with wide eyes, and Puck simply smirked. Girl had fire.

'Well?' Rachel demanded impatiently, tapping her foot.

'How do you know something's wrong?' Sam prodded, firmly nudging his brother to the side.

'Blaine uploads daily videos about his life. Mostly on Myspace but I have forced him to expand his expertise onto Youtube as well. It reaches a wider demographic and certainly a lot more people. In any case he hasn't been doing that for the past few days and that isn't anything like him.'

'Maybe he can't get cell reception,' Sam repeated Wilkinsons' words. Puck was about to interject but Rachel beat him to it.

'He has a satellite phone that has impeccable service regardless of range. Look,' Rachel said, scrolling through her cell and handing it over to Puck.

'Hey Rach,' a man with short curly hair and green eyes said into the camera. 'It's day six out here. Out somewhere near Blackwater Ridge. Don't worry I'm keeping safe and wearing that beanie you knitted for me,' Blaine assured the camera, fingers plucking at the hat wrapped around his head. Noticing something flicker on screen, Puck frowned before whipping out his own cell.

'He's my brother. He's the only brother I have. I'm not going to simply leave him there,' Rachel proclaimed. 'I've hired a guide, someone who comes highly recommended. I'm leaving first thing in the morning to find him and I expect you fine upstanding law enforcement officials to be there alongside me.'

'I think I know how ya feel,' Dean said, looking at his brother. Rachel seemed to soften at his words. Puck finished uploading the file to his smartphone, handing Rachel back her cell. Their fingers brushed and something electric jolted through them both.

'Agent Plant, Agent Bonham,' Rachel inclined her head, snatching her hand back somewhat hastily. 'Agent…'

'It's just Puck. I'm a consultant.'

'Puck?' Rachel wrinkled her nose. 'Is that short for something else? I sincerely doubt you desire a correlation to a mischievous sprite in Shakespeare's A Midsummer's Night Dream.'

'Noah Puckerman,' Puck told her curtly, ignoring the snicker that Dean emitted.

'I'll see you gentlemen at approximately seven tomorrow morning. Please be prompt. Much like your federal employer, I don't appreciate tardiness,' Rachel told them before spinning on her heel and heading towards a black Prius.

'Wow,' Sam scratched his head.

'That is one high maintenance woman,' Dean offered.

'Nice rack though,' Puck commented, Dean nodding in agreement.

'See those legs?'

'Went on for fucking miles,' Puck remarked. Feeling his phone, Puck remembered what had caught his eye.

'You guys want to help? Fine. Because this is legit some supernatural shit right here,' Puck told them both, finding the video and hitting play so the Winchesters could spot the same thing he had.

Bekah's out there alone with no one but Finnessa to protect her. If putting up with these two clowns will help me get her back, then I will.