Back at their motel…
The Winchesters walked through the door to their room, but stopped upon seeing something by the window. Or rather someone.
Dean grinned, "Travis." Sure enough their fathers old hunting friend sat at the table with a beer in his hand, "See, guys, told you we should have hid the beer."
"Smartass." Travis stood to greet them, "Get over here." He laughed as he and Dean hugged, "Ah, good to see you boy."
"You too."
"Blondie! Well, you sure are a sight for sore eyes." Angel chuckled as he hugged her next, "Still as beautiful as ever."
"Still as charming as ever."
He separated from her to hug Sam next, "Good to see you."
"You too, Travis."
"Man, you got tall, kid." They all laughed, "How long has it been?"
"Ah…" Sam shrugged, "Gotta be 10 years."
"You still a… oh, what was it… a mathlete?"
Sam scoffed a little, "No."
"Yep." Dean grinned, "Sure is."
"Been too long, you three. I mean, look at you." Travis shook his head, "All grown up. John would have been damn proud of you. Sticking together like this."
"Oh yeah." Angel said with little enthusiasm, "We're like the three musketeers." She sent a look to her brothers causing Sam's smile to slowly disappear, "Nothing more important than family, right boys?"
Travis walked back over to the table, oblivious to the tension. Dean and Angel followed, both ignoring Sam and his pouting.
"Sorry I'm late for the dance." Travis sighed as they all took their seats, "Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded." He indicated his right hand and arm, which was covered in a cast, "So, you track down Montgomery?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded, "We found him at his home."
"And?"
"Well, he had a hell of a case of the munchies." Dean explained, "Topped off with a burger he forgot to cook."
Travis heaved a sigh, "That's him alright."
"What's him?"
"Well, looks like we got a rougarou on our hands."
Angel raised a brow at him questioningly, "A rougarou?" She looked at the boys who were just as confused as she was, "That something you just made up on the spot?"
"They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works."
"Well, that ain't this guy." Dean argued, "I mean, he was wearing a cellphone on his belt."
"He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes."
"So, what?" Sam frowned, "They go through some kind of metamorphosis?"
"Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly. But most of all- they're hungry."
Angel cocked an eyebrow, "For?"
"At first, for everything, but then…" He motioned his good hand, "For long pig."
Sam exhaled at that as Angel grimaced in disgust, both realizing what he meant by that. Dean, however, looked on in confusion.
"Long pig?"
"Human flesh."
Shock struck Dean for a second before he leaned back, impressed, "And that is my word of the day."
Travis chuckled before continuing, "Hunger grows in till they can't fight it. Till they got to take themselves a big, juicy chomp, and then it happens. They transform completely and fast." He looked at all three of them in the eye one by one as he spoke, "One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train."
"Well, damn Trav." Angel cocked her head, "I know you're a good hunter and all but how'd you find this guy if he was still in his human phase?"
"Lets just say it runs in his family."
"What do you mean?"
"I killed his daddy back in '78. Son of a bitch mangled 8 bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife… Little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."
"You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?"
"I'm not sure I wanted too." Travis sighed before taking a swig of his beer, "The idea of hunting down some poor kid… I don't think I'd have the heart. No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do."
At the Montgomery residence…
Michelle was standing in the kitchen cutting vegetables as Jack walked in and opened the fridge. Jack spotted a new package of meat while sniffing the air like a dog. Before he could reach for it, Michelle accidentally filleted her hand while cutting. She cried out in pain and Jack turned around, instantly zeroing into her bleeding hand. He tensely froze in place as he watched Michelle pour water over her hand to wash the blood off.
She turned the water off just before grabbing the dish towel next to her on the counter, "I think I need stitches."
Jack started profusely sweating as he strained to keep still, "I got to go."
"What?"
"I gotta get out of here."
"Where are you going?" Michelle called after him in confusion as hurried out of the house, "Jack?"
At a local bar…
Jack was now sitting as a bar, grabbing handfuls of peanuts and shoving them in his mouth as he stared blankly ahead. Sweat covered his body and he didn't look all that great as his mind kept flashing back to Michelles cut hand. The more he thought about it the more peanuts he would shove in his mouth and chew frantically.
Picking up the whiskey glass next to him he downed it in one gulp, "One more, please." As the bartender came over to refill his glass he motioned to the empty bowl as well, "Can I get some more peanuts?"
Jack grabbed the glass to drink again but noticed something in the mirror behind the bar. He brought the glass down again as he stared at his own reflection and wondered what the hell was going on.
"Come on." A drunk man's slurring broke Jack out of his trance, "What are you drinking? It's my treat."
Jack looked over to his right where a beautiful woman was sitting by the bar and a not so beautiful man was crowding her. He was doing a very lousy job at hitting on her.
"No." She shook her head, looking very uncomfortable, "Thank you."
"Oh, don't be like that. Have a drink with me."
"I'm waiting for someone."
"Okay, well uh, where is he?"
"Hey, douchebag." Both the woman and the man looked over to Jack, "She doesn't want to talk to you."
"I'm sorry." The man glared "I didn't hear you."
"I said…" Jack got out of his chair and began walking towards them, "She doesn't want to talk to you." The man walked around the woman, now looking even more uncomfortable, to meet Jack, "You fat… sweaty… dick." He stopped right in front of the man, and they stood face to face, "Now leave her alone."
"You uh…" The man scoffed at Jack, "Seriously wanna do this, guy?"
"You know, I really think I do."
The man brought up his right fist to punch Jack, but Jack caught his fist and squeezed it until bones crunched. The man screeched with pain as the woman screamed out of fear. Jack suddenly snapped out of it and released the man's hand before running away.