Sam and Deans slammed the doors of the Impala rather loudly as Dean finished parking. After finding more research, the brothers decided to head to Blackwater Ridge.

Dean sighed and looked at the Ranger that volunteered to take them through the forest. Even though he and his brother were trained, Dean wanted to keep Sam safe, not that Dean would ever tell him that though. He was too proud for that.

A person stood five yards away, next to his Ford Capris looked like a major douche (according to Dean). He had short, spiky blond hair that looked like he hadn't washed it in a while. His dull grey eyes gleamed in a way Dean did not particularly like. His aging face looked as if the sneer was permanently glued and he looked at Dean with a wonky smirk as he flicked the cigarette from his fingers.

Dean glanced at Sam to see if he noticed the less than nice man in front of them. The brothers exchanged wary looks.

'Well, well. What do we have here?' The man the man grinned revealing a gap next to his front teeth, Dean suspected was from either smoking or a fight of some sort.

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, 'Yes. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. Your... uh, Roy right?'

Dean just stared at the man with an unemotional mask. He was ready if the man did anything... suspicious.

The man now identified as Roy nodded in acknowledgement and looked the boys up and down less than impressed.

After minutes of tense silence, the three men started their journey through the ominous forest. Dean and Sam kept their eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary while Roy up and down from his satellite phone.

Half an hour had passed filled with bouts of awkward silences and suspicious glances, the brothers didn't like this other man, at all. Something about him seemed... odd. Dean looked from his brother's brooding face to the lush green wilderness, listening for every little sound that penetrated the silence. Speaking of silence, the forest was far too damn quiet, Dean mused.

Sam seemed to notice this as well although Roy was oblivious. Therefore, when the boys suddenly stopped, Roy regarded them distrustfully.

'Ya' hear that Sam?' Dean questioned.

Sam looked around them quickly, taking in every little detail, but found nothing, 'Yeah. Not even crickets.'

Dean suddenly had an idea and turned to the very annoyed man stood next to him, 'What coordinates we at?'

The blonde ranger took his trusty satellite phone from his back pocket and eyed it for a second, '35-111.' he answered.

Sam and Dean looked at each other with the same look of recognition. Those were the same coordinates as their father, John's journal. Now they were getting somewhere.

Dean suddenly noticed some off, very off. Peaking around the bushes, he was greeted with a devastating site. The campsite was completely destroyed nothing living was left. The bodies of two adults, it looked like, were torn to shreds. Body parts were strewn across the clearing the only complete parts of the bodies were the head which were completely clean of any blood, which was very strange, even for the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean knew that there was too much blood for there to just be two people, the brothers shared glances.

Roy cried and inhaled loudly at the sight. He recognised the bodies and gave a mournful cry, which seemed strange coming from such a cold man. David had been his friend and a good man, Roy didn't know how David put up with him all these years. Roy knew he was a heartless person that didn't show emotions, but seeing his best friend dead was enough to break the impenetrable shell he had created after all these years.

The Winchester brothers stood in silence and let the defeated man mourn. They knew what it was like to lose someone you love, cherish. Their mother had died in a terrible fire when Dean was eleven and Sam, seven. Their father knew that it was no accident and spent fifteen years trying to find the thing that killed her, but with no avail. They once had a younger sister who the family never talked about; she was a forbidden subject, as was Mary. Little Aria was only one year old when she went missing. They were in Chicago, if Dean remembered correctly. Dean had left the room for ten minutes, thought he wasn't aloud. He was bored sat doing nothing. There wasn't even any cable TV. Sam on the other hand was peacefully sleeping and heard nothing. This is a memory they vaguely recalled.

Roy stood up straight, his lips pulled into a tight line. His face showed no emotion what's so ever. He cocked his rifle determinedly.

'What are ya waitin' for? Let's get goin''