A/N

Sorry it took me like twenty years to publish this next chapter. Severe writers black and I got caught up in other fics. Hope everyone enjoys!

The Imapala rolled into the gravel driveway of the Barnes' residence. Looking out the windshield, the brothers could see a two-story, white house. A garden with various bright colored flowers resided in the front of the house beside the wooden porch. To the side of the house was an in ground pool with a rock waterfall above it. The sound of a dog barking was heard somewhere behind the house.

"Nice place," Dean commented putting the Impala in park. He turned the key silencing her roaring purr.

"You ready?" Sam asked digging out his fake badge.

"Let's rock," Dean nodded placing his badge into his pocket.

The brothers exited the vehicle, making their way towards the porch. Climbing the stairs, they noticed various platters of food, such as casseroles and meatloaves, sitting untouched by the door. Flies swarmed a few of the dishes indicating that they had been left out for awhile.

"Dare you to eat one," Dean teased earning an eye roll from Sam.

"I swear you're a five year old sometimes," his brother scoffed shaking his head in disbelief. Raising his fist to the door, Sam tapped three times.

"Leave it by the door," A woman's voice called faintly from inside.

"Mrs. Barnes? I'm Special Agent Ford. My partner and I would like to talk with you if you have a moment. They heard footsteps draw near the door. The sound of locks being undone followed. The door slowly opened as a curly, black haired woman's face was revealed.

"I've already given the police my statement,"she said warily. Her eyes studied the badges in front of her.

"We understand ma'am. We just have a few more questions if you don't mind," Dean replied. He lowered his badge and placed it back in his pocket. Sam followed suite.

The woman in the doorway had red puffy eyes. Sam noticed a crumpled tissue hiding in the palm of her hand. She was wearing a royal blue robe that was tied together around her waist. She had on white pajama pants and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

"Alright," she sighed opening the door all the way to let the boys in. Dean and Sam entered into her beautiful home.

"Lovely home you have Mrs. Barnes," Sam said as she led them to the living room.

"Thank you, would you agents like coffee?" She asked ushering for us to sit. Sam and Dean glanced at each other. Dean shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"Coffee would be wonderful," Dean agreed thankfully. She walked toward the kitchen and began pouring a cup. "Lovely home? What are you Martha Stewart?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me, Agent? Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name. Would you like any cream or sugar?" She asked Dean.

"Hamill, but you can call me Dean. As for the coffee, I'll take it black," he replied.

"Here you are Agent." She handed Dean his cup of coffee. He thanked her and she took a seat across from the two boys.

"Well what questions can I answer for you both?"

"We want you to tell us what you saw," Sam said leaning forward.

"I've already told the police what I saw. They think I'm either crazy or in shock," she answered sounding irritated. "I know what I saw. It did this to me."

She pulled down her robe slightly off her shoulder revealing her arm. A large bandage covered part of her arm. Sucking in a breath, she peeled back the bandage revealing three deep scratches that resembled claw marks. Sam sucked in a breath as he took in the extent of her wound.

"You'd be surprised at what we believe. According from what we gathered from the police, this creature attacked you and your husband while you were in bed. It took him alive out the window and into the woods," Dean said recalling everything Sam had gathered.

She gently replaced the bandage and pulled her robe back up over her shoulder. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and let out a sigh.

"It was like any normal night. I tucked Rebecca in for bed, and then Derek and I went to sleep. We were both woken up by a loud thump somewhere in the room. At first we thought that it was our dog Jade. We tried going back to sleep, but then my husband pointed out that Jade was outside in her kennel. That's when we noticed what it looked like," she recalled sounding terrified.

"It was near the foot of our bed just staring at the two of us. It was as if it was waiting for one of us to move. It was white. There was no fur on it, but it was on all fours like an animal. It stayed there staring at us for awhile. Then it moved. What ever the hell it was raised up on its back feet like a human. It walked over to my husband's side of the bed. It leaned down and sniffed him before dragging him out the window. I never... I never got the chance to say goodbye. Rebecca keeps asking me when daddy is coming back," She brought a tissue up to her puffy eyes, wiping away the tears she was unable to stop.

"We believe you, Mrs Barnes," Sam said glaring at her with his convincing eyes. "My partner and I are here to help. We have reason to believe that this creature is not yet done with your family. We want to keep you and your daughter safe."

"You don't think I'm crazy?" She whispered in disbelief. Her eyes flickered between the two of them searching them for lies.

"No ma'am. See we aren't really FBI agents. This is my brother Sam, I'm Dean. We travel across the U.S. protecting people from monsters like the one that took your husband. It's a family business."

"You fight monsters?" She asked skeptically.

"Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, you name it. Like Scooby-Doo except with more violence and no masks," Dean explained taking a sip of his coffee.

"Have you fought the thing that took my husband before?" She asked.

"No, but out father did," Sam replied.

"Oh okay, is he coming to help then?"

"No he passed a few years back," Sam said shifting his gaze towards the coffee table.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She lowered her damp tissue down to her lap. "What exactly is this thing?"

"Our father believed it to be a Rake. It kinda looks like Nosferatu and Edward Scissor hands had a very ugly baby. We think it is nocturnal and that it will return to hunt anyone who has seen it. Did your husband mention seeing anything weird the past couple of days?" Dean questioned.

"Uh, not that I can think of," she answered scrunching her eyebrows. "Wait, he did mention something about seeing something dart into the woods this weekend at the carnival. He thought it was just a wolf. You don't think it was that thing do you?"

"Maybe," Dean nodded.

"Rebecca was the one who pointed it out. This thing isn't going to hurt my baby is it?" Panic covered her voice.

"We won't let that happen," Sam promised.

"How are you guys going to stop it?"

"Shotguns and a whole lot of bullets." Dean said with a wink and a smirk.

"It's time to Paranormal Activity this bitch!" Dean exclaimed picking up one of the cameras out of Baby's trunk. They had run out to the local pawn shop and purchased some video cameras and a whole lot of shotgun shells.

"Am I getting my good side?" Dean joked as he did a blue steel look into the recording camera.

"That's not possible," Sam laughed grabbing the bags of ammo. "Grab the cameras and your gun. We need to get all this set up before it gets dark."

"And here we see a bossy Sam in his natural habitat," Dean teased putting the camera up in Sam's face.

"Get that camera out of my face," Sam ordered putting his hand over the lens.

"I get all tingly when you take control like that Sammy."

"Dean, say one more word and you won't like where that camera ends up," Sam threatened.

"Buzzkill." He sighed turning the camera off. He placed it back in the bag and removed the bag from the trunk. Snatching his shotgun out of the trunk, he closed the lid.

"So let's set one up in each of their bedrooms, the doors, and as many windows we have cameras," Sam instructed as they walked towards the house.

"Sounds good. I'll take upstairs if you want downstairs."

"Sure," Sam agreed as he knocked on the door once again. A young girl opened the door.

"Whoa you're big," she muttered looking up at Sam.

"Rebecca, what did I say about opening the door?" Her mother scolded as she appeared in the doorway.

"Is he a giant?" She asked her mother in shock.

"No honey, this is Sam and Dean. They are here to keep us safe from the bad man who took daddy."

"I miss daddy. When is he coming back?"

"I don't know honey. I don't know," her voice sounded like it wanted to break, but she held strong for her daughter.

"Mrs. Barnes, with your permission we would like to set up some cameras around the house to monitor the place," Sam proposed.

"Please, call me Chelsea. Certainly, do what ever you need to. Come inside," she ushered leading the two of them inside.

They followed her into the kitchen. Rebecca was still glaring at Sam.

"We'd like to put cameras in the bedrooms and at most of the entry points as long as you don't mind."

"Absolutely, here let me show you around."