Author Note:
Omg it's been so long since I've updated this story. Honestly I think I forgot about it at one point. I got hyperfixted on something and lost interest but now I've gotten back into the supernatural club and hope i can continue this story.
As always sorry for the errors but hope you enjoy.
~Hibbing, Minnesota~
A young boy is watching TV in his bedroom. He hears a noise outside and looks out the window. A man is walking in a parking lot with two bags of garbage in his hands. The man throws the bags into a dumpster and starts walking back to his car. He hears the same screeching noise and stops. He gets down on his knees and looks under the car. He sees something that horrifies him, and stands up quickly. An invisible force pulls him back to the ground, on his stomach. He is dragged under the car, screaming, until he is gone. The boy looks frightened and shuts the curtains.
~Living Room~
Dean and Sam are dressed as sheriffs. They are talking to the boy and his mother.
"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true." The mother says.
"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." Sam tells her.
"But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…." Dean says.
"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam tells the boys.
"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise."
"What did it sound like?"
"It sounded like….a monster." Dean and Sam exchange a look.
"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." The boys mother prompts him.
"Godzilla Vs. Mothra."
This causes Dean to smile excited "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?"
"Totally." Evan agrees.
"Yeah." He nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake."
"Yuck!" Sam glares at Dean and clears his throat, making him stop.
"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Sam asks.
"No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car."
"Then what?"
"It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound." Evan says.
"What did it sound like, Evan?"
"Like this…whining growl." The brothers exchange another look.
"Thanks for your time." Sam says.
~Kugel's Keg~
That night Sam is having a beer at a table, looking at research while Dean is nearby, throwing darts. Juliette is sitting with Sam coloring. Ever since the incident with Max the little girl has latched onto her Uncle more.
"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle." Sam informs.
"Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig." Dean says.
"Yeah, maybe not. Except for this—Dad marked the area, Dean." He says causing the other man to come to the table and look at their father's journal. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."
"Why would he even do that?" Dean wonders.
"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state."
"That is weird."
" Yeah." The younger agrees.
"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean states.
"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, Dean, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."
"Yeah, you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow."
"Right." Sam takes out his wallet. "I saw a motel about five miles back."
"Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round." Dean tries to say.
"We should get an early start. Also did you forget it's past her bedtime." Sam gestures to the sleepy child.
"Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Sam smiles. "Alright, I'll meet you two outside, I gotta take a leak." He grabs his coat and heads to the bathroom. Sam gathers his research, as well as his niece and leaves.
Sam is walking back to the car when he hears a noise and stops. He places the journal and Jules' bag on the hood of the car and takes out a flashlight from his coat pocket. He turns it on and looks around, then adjust the child before he bends down to look under the car. He sees a cat, which hisses at him then runs away.
"Whoa!" He sees the animal and laughs at himself. He gets up, shaking his head, then waits by the car. Juliette wrapped in his arms deep asleep.
Minutes later Dean comes out of the bar and walks to the car. He notices the journal and bag on the hood but no sign of his brother or daughter. Dean opens the car door and checks to see if they are inside, but it's empty. He looks around, confused and walks around searching.
A group of people come out of the bar and Dean walks up to a biker and his girlfriend, who are clearly drunk.
"Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" They shake their head and walk away. "Sam!" He looks around frantically. "Sammy! Jules" He turns around and notices a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. Dean walks into the middle of the deserted road and looks around. Calling hopelessly into the night.
~Sheriff's Department~
A deputy, Kathleen, is looking at Dean's fake ID.
"So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?" Kathleen asks.
"I'm working a missing persons." Dean tells her.
"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." She says.
"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Actually, it's my cousin. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And I haven't seen him since." Dean lies, purposely leaving out his daughter as he knows it would draw more attention for unwanted officials.
"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?"
"Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke." Kathleen smiles. "No, he wasn't drunk. He was taken."
She nods and sits down at her computer. Dean follows her and sits also.
"Alright. What's his name?"
"Winchester. Sam Winchester."
"Like the rifle?" She inquires.
"Like the rifle."
Katleen types Sam's name in the computer and brings up his police record. She observes the page, then clicks on Dean's link and brings up his record.
"Samuel Winchester. So, you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." Dean tries to look nonchalant at the information.
"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." He says.
"Uh-huh." She types something else and brings up more search results on the computer. "Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports."
"Oh, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway." Dean tells her.
"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"
"Right. Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever."
"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let's do this the right way." She stands up and gets some paperwork from a filing cabinet. "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She hands him a clipboard.
"Officer, look, uh, he's family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let me go with you." Dean pleades.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back?" Kathleen looks sad. "Sam's my responsibility. And he's comin' back. I'm bringin' him back." ack.just stares at him.
In an unknown location Sam is asleep in a cage. Suddenly he jerks awake and observes his surroundings before rattling the bars of the cage. He looks around and notices Jenkins asleep in a cage next to his and most importantly Juliette nowhere to be seen.
Back at the County Works Department Dean is sitting on a bench outside. Katleen comes behind him, holding printouts of the camera footage.
"Greg." He sees her and stands up. "I think we've got something." She hands him the printouts and he looks through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared."
"This really isn't what I'm looking for." Dean says.
"Just wait, wait—next one." He turns the page and sees an image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates." Dean turns another page and sees a close-up image of the truck's license plates.
"Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen." He reasons.
"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved." Just then a beat-up van drives by. Its engine is whining loudly.
"Hear that engine?"
"Yeah."
"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" Dean asks.
"Sure." The officer agrees. As Dean stares at the van as it drives away.
DEAN mutters to himself "I'll be damned."
Sam is still trying to kick down the door of his cage, but he fails. Jenkins groans and wakes up as Samrushes over to talk to him through the bars of their cages.
"You're alive." Jenkins groans again. "Hey, you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?"
"Where are we?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country." The older man replys.
"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
Sam sighs "I was lookin' for ya."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue." The man says.
"Well, my brother's out there right now, too. He's lookin' for us. So—"
"So, he's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere." He nods towards the door leading into the building. "Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us."
"What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam wonders.
"What are you talking about?" Jenkins questions.
"Whatever's got us, what'd they look like?"
"See for yourself."
The door to the building opens and two men wearing black coats and hats walk in. One man walks over to JEenkins' cage and kicks the side of it causing the man to move back into the corner. The other man goes to a panel of buttons attached to a pole in the middle of the room. He inserts a key into the panel and twists it. Jenkins' cage unlocks.The men enter.
"Leave me alone! Don't you take me, leave me alone!" The men place a plate of food in front of the screaming man.They leave the cage and walk over to the panel. One of the men twists the key again and removes it, which locks the cage. They leave, and Jenkins devours his food.
Sam mutters "I'll be damned. They're just people."
"Yeah. What'd you expect?"
"How often do they feed you?"
"Once a day. And they use that thing over there to open the cage." He points to the panel.
"And that's the only time you see 'em?"
"So far. But I'm waitin'."
"Waitin' for what?" Sam asks.
"Ned Beatty time, man."
"I think that's the least of your worries right now."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What do you think they want, then?"
Sam reaches through the top of his cage and grabs a long metal wire stretching from the top of the pole to the ground. He tries to pull it down.
"Depends on who they are."
"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places." Sam continues to pull on the wire. It gradually starts to detach from the pole. His main focus on getting out and finding his niece.
Katleen and Dean are driving in her car. She is pointing to a passing traffic camera. "Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn't pass that one, so…."
"So, it must've pulled off somewhere. I didn't see any other roads here."
"Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads."
Dean gets annoyed. "Great." He stares out the window.
New information comes up on Kathleen's computer. She clicks the highlighted item and brings up a page about Dean's fake ID. She reads it and looks concerned.
"So, Gregory." Dean turns to look at her.
"Yeah?"
"I ran your badge number. It's routine when we're working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and what have you."
"Mmhmm." He says.
"And, uh, they just got back to me." She pulls the car over to the side of the road. "It says here your badge was stolen." Dean looks surprised. "And there's a picture of you." She turns the computer to Dean and he sees a picture of a heavy African-American man.
"I lost some weight." He chuckles. "And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease." Katleen takes off her seatbelt.
"Okay, would you step out of the car, please?"
"Look, look, look." She stops. "If you wanna arrest me, that's fine. I'll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please—let me find Sam." He begs.
"I don't even know who you are. Or if this Sam person is missing."
"Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this."
"Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer." She says.
"Look, here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I've felt responsible for him. Like it's my job to keep him safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find him fast—please." His voice breaks. "He's my family."
"I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you in." She glances at her visor. Her eye catches a photo of her and another man, smiling. She looks sad and sighs. "After we find Sam Winchester." She fastens her seatbelt. Dean looks confused.
Meanwhile Sam is still trying to pull the metal coil from the beam.
"What's your name, again?" Jenkins asks.
"It's Sam."
"Why don't you give it up, Sammy, there's no way out."
"Don't….call me….Sammy!" He groans and finally tears the coil down. A small piece of metal falls on the floor also.
"What is it?" Sam picks it up and looks at it.
"It's a bracket." He says.
"Well, thank God, a bracket. Now we've got 'em, huh?" Suddenly, Jenkins' cage unlocks itself and opens. "Must've been short." He climbs out of the cage. "Maybe you knocked somethin' loose."
" I think you should get back in there, Jenkins." Sam tries to warn the man.
"What?"
"This isn't right."
"Don't you wanna get out of here?"
"Yeah. But that was too easy."
"Look, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry." Jenkins says.
"No, I'm serious. Jenkins—this might be a trap."
"Bye, Sammy." He pushes open the door and leaves.
"Jenkins!"
On the other side of the door, Jenkins is in another room similar to the one he just left. He finds an exit and leaves. Meanwhile in the other room, Jenkins' cage slams shut.
Jenkins is walking around the outside of a rundown house. He finds a knife on the ground and picks it up as he looks up to the sky.
"Thank you." He starts running into the woods.
Once in the woods he hears a noise and raises his knife, then starts to run in the rain. Before long, a man in camouflage jumps in front of him and knocks him down with a long knife. Jenkins falls to the ground, but sticks his own knife in the man's leg. The man stumbles, allowing Jenkins to get up and run away. He reaches a clearing where he looks around, lost. Suddenly, another camouflaged man appears and puts his knife through Jenkins' leg, then removes it. The second camouflaged man appears, and they both point their knives at Jenkins, who is on the ground. He is able to get up and run away. The men watch him and laugh. He keeps running, but trips over a thin wire on the ground where the men catch up to him and raise their knives.
Back in the area Sam is being held he can make out the sound of what he assumes is Jenkins screaming.
In the street Dean and Katleen are walking back to the car, holding cups of coffee.
"Hey, Officer? Look, I don't mean to press my luck." He says.
"Your luck is so pressed." She tells him.
"Right. I was wondering—why are you helping me out, anyway? Why don't you just lock me up?"
"My brother, Riley, disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam. We searched for him, but—nothing. I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them—Come on. Let's keep at it." She cuts herself off and gets in the car.
Back on the road they pass the edge of the forest.
"Wait, wait, wait—pull over here. Pull over." Dean suddenly says. They pull over and get out of the car, then walk towards the forest. "It's the first turn-off I've seen so far."
"You stay here, I'll check it out." She says.
"No way."
"Hey." They stop walking. "You're a civilian. And a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me."
"You're not goin' without me" Katleen sighs.
"Alright. You promise you won't get involved? You'll let me handle it?" She asks.
"Yeah, I promise." He agrees.
"Shake on it." She extends her hand. Dean shakes it. While they are shaking hands, Kathleen places a set of handcuffs on Dean's arm.
"Oh, come on.This is ridiculous. Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need my help." She slowly starts backing away.
"I'll manage. Thank you." She locks the door and walks away.
"I gotta start carrying paper clips."
Kathleen is walking when She passes a rundown barn, along with several wagon wheels strewn along the grass. She walks further and sees a dilapidated house. She makes her way to the front porch and climbs up the stairs.
"Hello? Anybody home?" She knocks on the door.
A young girl comes outside, covered in dirt and filth. She is unwashed and has long, uncombed hair. "Hi. Who are you?" The girl comes closer and examines Kathleen's badge.
"Who are you?" The girl asks.
"I'm, uh, I'm Kathleen. I'm a deputy. What's your name?"
"Missy."
"Missy. That's a pretty name. Missy, is your mom home?" The officer asks.
"She's dead." The girl says.
"I'm sorry. What about your dad?" Missy shakes her head. "No? Can I come in for a minute?" Missy shakes her head again and starts moving towards the door. " I just want you to look at a picture." She takes a picture of Sam from her coat pocket and shows it to Missy "Have you seen that guy? Look at that picture." Missy looks up and sees something behind Kathleen. She smiles wickedly. "What?"
"That's gonna hurt."
Kathleen turns around and sees a tall, equally unwashed man, standing beside her. He hits her in the head with a shovel, and she falls to the ground, unconscious.
"Missy, sweetheart, go tell your brothers I wanna see 'em and check on your new sister for me would ya."
"Yes, Daddy." She walks away.
Dean is looking around for something to unlock the handcuffs. He finally notices the antenna of the car and reaches for it, but he is too far away when he hears the screech of the pickup truck.
"Oh, son of a bitch." He stretches further.
In the Woods a pickup truck is driving. While Dean struggles to ready the antenna.
Two men similar to the man and girl from the house unlock a gate and start walking.
Just then Dean finally grabs the antenna and begins to unscrew it.
The antenna comes loose and falls to the ground. Dean picks it up and begins unlocking the handcuffs.
At that moment the men reach a clearing and see the car. They laugh. Unaware the man previously cuffed to it is gone.
"Well, I've never seen him so angry before." One man says.
"Well, Lee, never been followed by the police before."
Lee who now has Kathleen's keys, unlocks the car door and gets in.
Kathleen is in a cage previously occupied vy Jenkins. She is wearing a dirty white T-shirt, and her hair is down. She wakes up and groans, massaging her head.
"You alright?" Sam asks.
"Are you Sam Winchester?" She asks.
"Yeah."
"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you"
Sam is relieved "Thank God. Where is he?"
"I, uh—I cuffed him to my car." Sam sighs.
Suddenly the door opens and Dean enters, he observes the barn, disgusted. He sees Sam in his cage.
"Sam?" Sam smiles. "Are you hurt?"
"No." He assures.
"Damn, it's good to see you."
"How did you get out of the cuffs?" Dean turns around and sees her.
"Oh, I know a trick or two." She stares at him, confused. "Alright." He moves to the door of the cage and sees the locks. "Oh, these locks look like they're gonna be a bitch."
"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there." Sam points to the control panel.
"Have you seen 'em?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. Dude, they're just people."
"And they jumped you? Must be gettin' a little rusty there, kiddo." He walks over to the control panel and starts trying different buttons. " What do they want?"
"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me."
"Well, that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy."
"See anything else out there?" Sam wonders
"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car, too." Dean says " What about Jules?" He lowers his voice enough for Kathleen not to hear.
"Have not seen her since I woke up. I'm sorry man." Sam tries to apologize but Dean waves him off.
"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?" Kathleen asks.
"Yeah, actually, I did." She looks sad. "Your brother's?" She nods. "I'm sorry." He pauses. "Let's get you guys out of here, then we'll take care of those bastards." He points to the control panel. "This thing takes a key. Key?"
"I don't know." Sam says.
"Alright, I better go find it." He goes to leave.
"Hey." Dean stops and turns around. "Be careful."
"Yeah." He leaves.
Dean is in another dark room. He turns on his flashlight and starts to look around. The room is filled with shelves of jars and bottles, which contain various body parts. Dean looks at a container filled with an unrecognizable item.
"Yikes." He keeps searching the room and comes across a wall full of Polaroid pictures. Each photo shows the two men standing next to a dead body. He notices a picture of them holdingJEenkins' corpse. "I'll say it again—demons I get. People are crazy." He moves to a flight of stairs and climbs them.
The steps lead to a kitchen where the Father is butchering something. Dean comes upstairs and looks around the living room. A record is playing in the background. Dean bumps into a windchime.
"What the" He makes a chilling discovery the windchime is made of bones.
He sees a wooden pole leaning against the wall and picks it up. He leans against the wall and makes his way toward the kitchen. He notices a small tray filled with keys, on a nearby table. Dean takes a peek inside the kitchen. The father turns around to pick up another tool, and Dean turns away. He moves towards the tray of keys, and starts to pick it up when he notices a jar full of teeth. He examines it, disgusted, then hears the floor creak behind him. He sets the jar down and turns around quickly. Missy is standing before him.
"Shh. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." She holds up a knife.
"I know." She sticks the knife into Dean's jacket, pinning him against the wall. "Daddy!"
"Jeez!"
"Daddy!" Dean removes the knife just as the two men come downstairs. "Daddy!" One grabs Dean under his arms as the other walks towards them, but Dean jumps up and kicks him. The man holding his arms is throws Dean into the wall, causing the knife to fall to the floor. The other man runs towards Dean, but Dean grabs him first and pushes him to the ground. He then punches the first man, but is thrown into the wall again by the next. All three of them stand up.
Dean points to one "I'm gonna kick your ass first." He points to the next. "Then yours."
Suddenly the father comes up behind Dean and hits him over the head with a pan. Dean falls to the floor, unconscious.
In the living room the Benders are crowded around Dean, who is sitting in a chair, with his hands tied behind his back. He wakes up, groaning.
"Come on. Let us hunt him."
"Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt." The boys beg their father who laughs.
"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about? You -- you yahoos hunt people?" Dean asks.
"You ever killed before?" The father asks.
"Wh-- " He laughs "Well, that depends on what you mean."
"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear—I even got a cougar once. Oh boy. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive."
"You're a sick puppy."
"We give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kind of like our tradition passed down, father to son. Of course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy." The older man says.
"Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy." Dean tells him.
"So, what, you with that pretty cop?" Missy looks up at her brother with a smile. "Are you a cop?"
"If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray." The father looks angry as one of the sons walks over and punches Dean.
"Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know." He walks to the fireplace and takes a hot poker.
"Yeah, how 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister?"
"Tell me—any of the cops gonna come lookin' for you?" He asks.
"Oh, eat me. No, no, no, wait, wait, wait—you actually might." A manwalks over to Dean and holds his head in place.
"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family. Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games. Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys." Turning to DEan "And you get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop?"
"Okay, wait, wait—look, nobody's comin' for me, alright? It's just us." Dean says.
"You don't choose, I will." He places the hot poker on Dean's shirt causing him to scream in pain. Then removes the poker.
"Ah, you son of a bitch!" He places the poker barely an inch from Dean's eye.
"Next time, I'll take an eye."
"Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!" They let go of Dean's head, and moves the poker. He takes a key from around his neck and hands it to his son.
"Lee, go do it. Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage." Lee walks to the door.
"What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt him. You were gonna give him a chance."
"Lee, when you're done with the boy—shoot the bitch, too." Lee nods and leaves, with his rifle. "Better clean this mess up before any more cops come runnin' out here." Dean looks scared as the men leave.
Lee enters and walks over to the control panel. He inserts the key and twists it.
"What are you doing?" Sam demands.
The door to his cage unlocks and Leewalks towards him. Sam notices the bracket on the floor and grabs it as Lee opens the cage door and aims his gun.
"Hey!" Kathleen yells.
In the living room Dean and the three Benders can hear a gunshot ring off.
"You hurt my brother, I'll kill you, I swear. I'll kill you all. I will kill you all!" PA stands up and walks towards the open front door."
"Lee!" He calls.
Sam and Lee are both out of the cage. Sam is on top of Lee as he grabs the gun and hits Lee in the face with it three times. Lee collapses on the floor. Sam tries to fire the gun, but it does not work.
"Damn."
"Lee!" No respond. PA turns to the other three. "Jared, you come with me. Missy, you watch him now."
Jared grabs two rifles, hands one to PA, and they both leave. Missy remains next to Dean, holding a knife dangerously close to his eye.
PA and Jared enter, guns raised, and look around.
"Lee! Where are ya? Lee!" They find Lee unconscious, locked in SAM's cage. "Damn it, Jared, get the lights!" Jared moves over to the light switch and pushes it up. The barn remains dark.
"They must have blown the fuses." PA tries the control panel, but it is broken. They move into another room of the barn where Sam hides behind a bale of hay. Pa and Jared hear a noise. Jared looks around in one area of the room, while PA climbs a ladder leading to a balcony. Kathleen moves to a cabinet, unseen, and opens it, but she hears a noise and stops. Jared also hears something. He walks to the cabinet and stands to face it. He fires his rifle several times at the doors, but Kathleen does not come out. Jared opens the cabinet, but finds nothing inside but tools.
He looks around the barn, when, suddenly Kathleen falls on top of his back. She wraps her arms around his neck and wrestles with him, before being knocked to the ground. Meanwhile, PA is chasing after Sam. He fires his rifle twice, but Sam escapes. While Kathhleen is on the ground, Jared aims his gun at her. "You stupid bitch." He gets ready to shoot her, but Sam enters.
"Hey!" Jarwd turns around and sees Sam. He fires the gun, but Sam runs away to dodge it. At the same moment, PA walks in behind Sam and gets hit with the bullet instead. He falls to the ground. Jared cocks the gun and turns around. Sam appears behind him and grabs the gun. He hits Jared in the face with the rifle several times, and Jared collapses, unconscious.
Sam places Jared in Kathleen's cage and closes the door. He walks to the control panel and locks the cage. He makes his way over to the deputy, who is standing over PA, with her gun raised.
"I'll watch this one. You go ahead." Sam stares at her, motionless. "Go ahead." Sam leaves.
"You hurt my family, I'm gonna bleed you, bitch." The man threatens.
Kathleen gets tearful. "You killed my brother."
"Your brother?" He laughs cruelly. "Now I see."
"Just tell me why."
"Because it's fun." He cackles. Kathleen looks at him, horrified, and fires the gun.
Back inside the house Sam and Dean lock Missy away before frantically searching the house. It's not long before they find her asleep in what they assume to be Missy room.
"Jules" Dean rushes over quickly and checks her breathing thankful she's just asleep from whatever they knocked her out with.
He picks her up and the brothers walk out glad to be leaving.
Dean and Sam walk out the front door and down the porch steps. They meet up with Kathleen, who is leaving the barn.
"Where's the girl?" She asks eyeing the sleeping child in Dean's arms.
"Locked her in a closet. What about the dad?" She pauses.
"Shot. Trying to escape." All three of them exchange a look.
"I think the car's at the police station." Dean says as Kathleen is listening to a woman on her walkie-talkie.
"Backup unit en route to your location." She says. Kathleen approaches Sam and Dean.
"So, state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest that you're both long gone by then."
"Thanks. Hey, listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?"
"Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car."
"Sounds great to me. Thanks."
"Listen, uh….I'm sorry about your brother." Dean says.
"Thank you." She begins to tear up. "It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth—but it isn't really." She pauses. "Anyway, you should go." Sam and Dean nod and walk away. Kathleen watches them leave, close to tears.
Sometime later the boys are walking on the road heading to get their car. By now Jules is starting to wake up still slightly drowsy and thankfully unaware for what transpired.
"Never do that again." Dean says.
"Do what?"
"Go missin' like that." Sam laughs.
"You were worried about me." Sam tells him.
"All I'm sayin' is, you vanish like that again, I'm not lookin' for ya."
"Sure, you won't."
"I'm not." Sam chuckles.
"So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?" Sam teases his brother.
"Oh, shut up."
"Just sayin', gettin' rusty there, kiddo."
Dean chuckles "Shut up." Sam laughs. They continue walking in silence.
After some time Sam looks to Dean. "So we are bribing her with pie in exchange for not telling Bobby right?"
"Hell yah Man. Compared to those lunatics Bobby scares me more."