A/N: Welcome back to another case-based story. The brothers are contacted by Bobby and sent on a possible hunt. They head for Massachusetts to check it out. Thanks for coming along with me on this journey. I hope you will enjoy the short story. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of SPN and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Chapter 1

The cracking of twigs and the rustling of leaves outside the tent woke the hiker. He sat up and strained to hear the sound again and to decide where it was coming from. His head turned slowly as he looked for any shadows that might show along the sides of his tent. There was a full moon, and the night was cast in deep, dark shadows.

The warnings he had been given by others played out in the hiker's mind. He had been told strange things had happened in this part of the forest and he should find another place to hike. Being stubborn and wanting to prove his bravery, he tossed aside the warnings as just folklore and active imaginations. He had done his research and didn't believe any of the stories online.

The snapping of twigs had him jerking around and staring at the opening of the tent. Something hard hit the side of the tent making him jump and grab a flashlight. He eased to the flap and slowly unzipped it, deciding a wild animal would not throw rocks. A thought came to him that it was his friends trying to scare him and make him look like a fool.

Throwing back the flap, the hiker jumped out of the tent and let the beam of the flashlight rake across the clearing where he had set up camp. He surveyed the area twice before calling out.

"This isn't funny assholes," he yelled. "You're not scaring me so come on out."

A deep growl sounded from the brush near the tent, and something began to move toward the hiker.

"Who's there?" the hiker cried out as he backed away from the dangerous sounds. A cat like yowl echoed through the clearing making the hiker scream and run away from whatever made the sound. He fought his way into the forest, falling over hidden roots and stumbling over leaf covered rocks. He had no idea where he was going but all he could think of was getting away from whatever was following him.

Loud crashing and deep growls followed him and seemed to be drawing closer. The hiker suddenly got a burst of energy and plunged through the vines and shrubs so fast he couldn't stop himself from being launched out into open space. His arms and legs waved furiously as his breath was lost when gravity took hold and he fell to the rocky ground below. He drew in his last breath as his broken body lay smashed and bleeding.

The creature stopped at the edge of the cliff and looked at the body below, before turning and disappearing back into the forest.

Spn

Sam rolled over when the annoying ring of a cell phone pulled him from sleep. He groaned and tried to clear his vision as he looked around wondering why his brother wasn't answering it.

"Dea…" Sam slurred as he pushed his achy body from the mattress. "Hey, bro?" he called again. When he didn't get an answer, he got up and grabbed the jackets on the chair to find the ringing cell. "Hello," Sam greeted the caller.

"'bout time someone answered the phone," a gruff male voice spoke in irritation.

"Bobby, sorry, I just got up and Dean…Well, I don't know where he is," Sam told him.

"You've lost your brother?"

"I don't think so. He probably got lucky and went home with some woman from a bar."

"Where are you two idjits at and are you on a hunt?"

"We're in Lancaster, Ohio and we just finished banishing a vengeful spirit."

"Good. I need you and your brother to head for Fall River, Massachusetts. Got a call from an old friend that lives there and he thinks something is killing people in the community. Something supernatural."

"Hold on let me get a pen and write this down," Sam said. He quickly went to his pack and dug around for a pad and pen. "Okay, Fall River, Massachusetts, deaths. Who is your friend?"

"Oscar Longtree. He knows about the supernatural. I'll let him know to be expecting you. He can fill you in on what he knows. Said you boys could stay with him while you work on the case. Here's his number to call when you get there." Bobby gave Sam the phone number and address for his friend.

"Alright," Sam answered turning toward the door as it was unlocked and pushed open. He stiffened until he saw Dean stroll into the room and then relaxed. "Dean's here, I'll let him know and we'll head out shortly."

"Let me know what?" Dean asked sitting bags of food on the table.

"Okay Bobby, I'll stay in touch, bye." Sam hung up the cell and looked at his brother. "That was Bobby he has a possible case for us to check out."

"Where?" Dean asked pulling breakfast sandwiches from the bag. He divided them between them and sat a cup of coffee at Sam's elbow.

"Fall River, Massachusetts. There's an old friend of Bobby's who lives there, Oscar Longtree. He contacted him for help."

"Let's eat up and we'll head out." Dean stated as he unwrapped a sandwich and took a large bite, chomping loudly.

Sam gave him a bitch face and frowned in disgust wondering sometimes how they could be related. Dean's table manners had a lot to be desired. He opened his sandwich and looked inside to see what his brother had gotten for him. He was surprised to see it wasn't a heart attack between two pieces of bread. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully as he started a mental file in his head on the possible hunt.

"Don't take all day Samantha, we want to be on the road and out of here shortly."

"I need to shower after I eat and I'll be ready," Sam snipped at his brother.

"You got fifteen minutes since you have that mop of hair. I'm telling you, give me a pair of scissors and five minutes…"

"Not on your life asshole!" Sam growled in disgust.

"I'm just saying…" Dean shrugged opening another sandwich to eat.

Sam finished his food and headed for the bathroom with semi-clean clothes to take a shower. He made a mental note to find a motel that had laundry facilities so he could wash their clothes. He cut the shower short and quickly dressed when Dean yelled through the door to hurry up. Sam gathered everything and stepped into the main room to put his stuff in his duffle.

Dean was gathering his bags and giving Sam the, 'hurry up or your ass will be left behind' look before heading to the door. He had plotted out the trip while Sam showered and checked how long it would take them to drive there. If they stopped only for gas, he figured the trip would take around ten hours if he pushed it.

Sam shouldered his bags and followed Dean from the room and to the Impala, Dean's Baby. Their bags were put in the trunk and Dean cranked the car listening to it roar to life and then settle into a steady purr. He patted the steering wheel and mumbled lovingly to her before pulling from the parking lot to pick up the main road to head for the interstate.

Spn

"Hey bro, wake up," Dean said as he slapped Sam's leg.

"What?" Sam grunted as he straightened up in the passenger seat and wiped the drool from his chin. He looked around with bleary eyes and saw Dean was pulling into a truck stop.

"Your turn to drive and we'll grab some take out," Dean told him as he pulled up to the gas pump.

"That's fine. I'm hitting the head and will head over to the restaurant."

"I'll meet you there." Dean rolled out from the driver's side and went around to the back to fill his Baby.

Sam unfolded his tall frame and stretched to loosen his stiff muscles before walking toward the entrance of the truck stop. They had found over the years that places like this were the best for gas and food. Once he had entered the building, Sam gave the place a once over, eyeing the customers and looking for the restrooms. He spotted the sign toward the back and strolled that way.

The restaurant wasn't busy. Sam placed his takeout order and waited for his brother to join him. It wasn't long before Dean walked in and saw him. After looking at the menu, Dean placed his order and they waited for their food. When it was ready, they paid and headed into the store part to buy drinks before continuing to the car.

Sam got behind the wheel and cranked the Impala to head out. Once he got back on the interstate, Dean handed him his sandwich and put the fries where he could get them. Sam got behind some fast-moving cars and kept pace with them. They were making good time and if there were not any delays would arrive by early evening.

The plan was to contact Bobby's friend when they got into town and get directions to his home. Once they met with him, it would then be decided what their next step would be.