a/n: just a few questions answered:

you don't have to have seen Supernatural to make sense of this. it would be a bonus if you have though, because this show is awesome (up till season six is still…season six you know?). that said if you do have any questions, feel free to ask.

This will largely be a remix of the original Supernatural series but with a few twists and turns that will make this mine. I have some aces up my sleeve already.

Puck and Rachel are not going to be Jewish in this. It took a lot of wrestling but I've decided to stick with what I know best. Supernatural is largely steeped in Christian mythology and rather than completely offending anyone of the Jewish faith, it would work better for my story and my ideas if they were both Christian/Catholic/Atheist (one of the three). You were forewarned that I was going to make changes so please don't flame me.

Lastly, I cannot believe THE Tarafina deigned to leave me a reply. Woman, you are a legend. Thank you. Also a big thanks to the love everyone else has shown! On to the main event!

Puck still wasn't quite sure what to make of the Winchester brothers. Pulling on the black leather jacket his sister had gotten him a few years ago; he huffed out a breath remembering the conversation he had had with his mother. Abigail had taken one look at the photo Puck had managed to snap covertly of the pair and told him that they were good people. Come to think of it Abigail had been slightly emotional when she had told them they were, in fact, John Winchester's boys…

It's probably because of Bekah and Finn Puckerman.

In any case he had gotten a feel for the two. Sam appeared to be the more empathetic of the two, the one who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty reading through lore and digging through mounds of crap to get to what was important. Dean was a more hands-on researcher, preferring to watch people in a way that looked like he wasn't paying any attention at all.

'So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic, local campers mostly. But still, this past April two hikers went missing out there, they were never found,' Sam told them both, spreading newspaper articles he had fished out of his briefcase.

'Any before that?' Dean asked, sending the waitress a wink when she placed bottles of beer in front of the three of them.

'Yeah In 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936. Every 23 years, just like clockwork.'

'So that video I pulled off of Rachel's phone seals the deal then,' Puck chipped in. 'That thing moving outside the tent was fast as fuck. In there for like barely a second.'

'What did I say Sammy, huh? Something weird was goin' on,' Dean remarked, nudging his brother's shoulder. Sam frowned before addressing the both of them again.

'Says here there was this guy Shaw who survived a supposed grizzly attack in '59. Parents killed…he was just a kid. Just about survived.'

'Shaw said that thing attacked at night. Moved fast, hid well and let out a roar that no animal could make. Left with three huge claw marks on his chest. Whatever it is that thing is huge,' Dean commented off to the side behind the trunk of the Impala. Puck heard the sound of metal and cloth as he shoved weapons and an extra set of clothing into a battered duffle. Dropping his own pack onto the floor, Puck tucked his Beretta into the back on his jeans. The brothers had gone to interview Shaw alone, something that still sat uneasily with Puck.

'Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. So we're probably looking for something corporeal-'

'Corporeal? Excuse me Professor,' Dean scoffed at his sibling, who didn't look amused.

'Could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog. Whatever the fuck that thing is, it's a creature and it's corporeal. Which means we can blow its ass to pieces,' Puck said, leaning against the side of his truck. 'All I know is that that Rachel chick is gonna be a problem out there.'

'So we don't let her go out there then,' Sam agreed.

'Dude, this Rachel girl isn't playing around. Her brother's missing Sam. She's not gonna sit on her thumbs waiting. So we do out jobs and hunt that thing, and keep an eye on her,' Dean replied, shoving a pistol violently into the bag as Puck watched quietly.

'Finding Dad's not enough. Now you want us to babysit?' Sam demanded. Dean flicked his eyes over towards Puck, who raised an eyebrow at the other hunter. Sam seemed to realize that they had an audience, slamming the trunk of his car as Dean pulled the duffle bag out.

'Oh wonderful. Mr Tanaka, these are the agents I was telling you about on the phone,' a woman spoke and all three men turned to see Rachel walking towards them, a man following behind her. Puck took a moment to admire her hair, twisted into neat pigtails on either side, and the way those shorts left little to the imagination. 'While it seems the Park Service have yet to return my numerous phone calls, they have deemed these gentlemen adequate for our search and rescue needs.'

'You feds?' Tanaka asked, sounding suspicious.

'I made Quantico my bitch,' Puck told him seriously, earning a smirk from Dean. Rachel took in their appearance critically.

'Why are the three of you wearing biker boots and jeans?' She hitched her pack higher, her hand moving away to reveal the outline of a star stitched into one of the straps.

'Well sweetheart, I don't do shorts,' Dean flashed her a panty-dropping grin which made Rachel roll her eyes and Tanaka narrow his own.

'You idiots think this is funny? I don't care whether you've got jurisdiction or not. Fact is this is dangerous backcountry and I don't need a couple of arrogant assholes stopping me from finding Miss Berry's brother,' Tanaka chewed out, fixing the brim of his hat. Rachel looked appalled at Tanaka's words.

'Ken, these-'

'No it's alright,' Dean interrupted her, fixing Tanaka with a steely look. 'Look we just want to help find her brother. Besides…Agent Puck here has a personal interest in the matter.'

'Wait…are you related to Rebekah?' Rachel flashed her brown eyes at him. Puck swallowed, nodding his head.

'She's my sister.'

Rachel chewed her lip, moved closer to him.

'If you had mentioned something earlier-'

'Let's just go, alright? The longer we stay here whipping out rulers, the more daylight we burn,' Puck said brusquely. Rachel flinched slightly and Tanaka shouldered his way past Puck, turning to look over his shoulder expectantly.

They spent the next hour or so just walking, the trees and foliage dripping down over their heads like a curtain. The air was crisp, more clean out here. The sun seemed brighter, the sky as blue as his Bubbie's favourite dress.

'Blaine's talked about your sister before,' Rachel's low murmur had Puck glancing to the side sharply, his gaze leaving the back of Dean and Sam.

'What?'

Rachel fiddled with the straps on her shoulders, looked slightly nervous before she answered. 'My brother. Your sister's at the University of Nebraska too right? Blaine mentioned that your sister could write beyond anyone he'd ever met before.'

'Yeah. She's always had a way with words,' Puck remarked dryly.

'Oh?'

Her tone was innocent and the slant of her head was much the same. The sun glided off her hair and Puck thought there were some gold strands woven into that thick mass. Or was that just his imagination?

'Growing up she liked making up these stories. Would throw an absolute bitch fit if she didn't get to read them to me before she went to bed,' Puck finally admitted, the words slipping off his tongue.

'I would insist that Blaine have tea parties with me,' Rachel replied, smiling softly. 'He never complained or told me he was too busy. He was always there for me even when everyone…well, he's the best brother I could ever have asked for,' she finished firmly. 'We'll find them Agent Puckerman, with Barbara as my witness we will.'

Puck blinked at her, unsure about what to say.

'This is it…Blackwater Ridge,' Tanaka announced. 'Coordinates 35-111.'

All of them stopped, Puck straining his ears.

'You hear that?' Dean broke the silence.

'Not even a damn cricket,' Puck shot back.

'I'm gonna take a look around.'

'You shouldn't go off by yourself,' Sam cautioned, shooting Dean and Puck a look.

'This isn't the urban jungle. Don't worry about me,' Tanaka slung over his shoulder.

'Dammit,' Dean spit out. 'Everyone stick together, alright? Let's-'

'Miss Berry, over here!' Tanaka cried out, and there was something in his tone that had Puck shadowing Rachel's step. The moment he saw the campsite bile rose in the back of his throat. He took in the ripped tents, the blood smeared across the synthetic material, the three gaping holes in the tent Bekah had forced him to help her learn to pitch.

'Oh my God,' Rachel whispered, hands flying to her mouth.

'Looks like a grizzly,' Tanaka stated grimly, pushing up the brim of his hat.

'Shit,' Puck heard Dean say.

He couldn't have said it better himself.