"Shoot! Camilla still has the car keys!"

Vee grumbled, realizing that her ride home just left for the Demon Realm. She had been living at the Noceda house in Gravesfield, Connecticut for the last few months with the matriarch of the house, Camilla. At first, she had been posing as the woman's daughter, Luz, who had been trapped in the Demon Realm for nearly four months before returning with several of her new witch friends.

Luz Noceda had probably been the easiest human for a demon shapeshifter to pose as. Vee had learned quickly that Luz never fit in in her life here, and while the girl had thrived in the Demon Realm, Vee had escaped that world and its years of abuse of her an her people. Basilisks. A once extinct species of predatory demon that subsisted on raw magic that had been brought back for nefarious purposes by the evil Emperor of the Demon Realm: Belos.

Vee found herself still shaking, having just partook in a battle against that monster. He had come to this world with Luz and her friends and grew to take possession of a boy named Hunter in the graveyard in an attempt to return to the Demon Realm. While Vee had done her best to drain Belos' magical presence from Hunter, she had nearly lost her life when he resisted.

Walking as casually as she could through the Gravesfield Halloween Festival that was still showing performances based on Gravesfield's shady history of witch trials, Vee found her way to Camilla's SUV. She tried the door handle on the off chance that Camilla didn't lock the doors, at least, but unfortunately she wasn't quite that lucky. The Noceda house was only a short drive out of town, but walking was going to take awhile.

Vee resigned herself to having to deal with this particular problem tomorrow, having frayed nerves from the battle to call a locksmith or find a way to start the vehicle herself, let alone drive it. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her thick sweater, and began the long walk home.

Across from Camilla's SUV was parking a long, black shiny car. A classic muscle car with two men sitting in the front, their features shadowed by the nearby streetlight. They were taking a special interest in Vee, and the engine rumbled to life as the young basilisk began her walk.

Two Days Earlier…

"Here's something interesting."

Dean raised his eyebrows in feigned interest. His brain was aching, trying to find a solution to the latest apocalyptic problem that he and his younger brother Sam had found themselves being the sole solvers of again. "Please tell me it's something actually interesting and not some new health food fad you're getting roped into."

Sam looked back at him with defensive annoyance, but he set aside the comment and turned his laptop around with the news article post on the display. "A man named Jacob Hopkins out of Gravesfield, Connecticut has a website where he talks about demons infecting the town. Shapeshifters, witches, all kinds of stuff."

"It also says he thinks they're from Mars and collecting teeth. The guy's clearly a crackpot, Sam."

"Which is why I passed it off at first. He's had this channel for months, even claiming he had proof a few months ago."

"And?" Dean asked, still uninterested as he took another sip of his morning beer.

"In the last two weeks, local Rangers have found desiccated corpses of animals around the area. It started with rodents and rabbits before escalating to larger animals like dogs and deer."

"So what are you thinking? Pishtaco chowing down on Bambi?"

Sam shook his head, rotating his laptop back to go through another search. "There's reports of a 'stag-like creature' with blue glowing eyes in the surrounding woods in the area, and the place has a history of witch burnings in the past."

Dean paused to look at Sam for a moment. "Witches, fat-sucking vampires, and another pagan god with antlers? What are we dealing with?"

"I'm not sure, but there's something weird going on there and we might have a real chance to stop it before anyone actually gets killed for a change."

Dean heaved a sigh, resulting in a belch before finishing his beer. "Okay, well it's a full day's drive to Connecticut so we better gear up and head out."

"Great. I'll drive." Sam replied, packing up his laptop.

Dean let out another belch, thumping his sternum with a fist, much to Sam's disgust. "Oof. Good idea. We'll grab some grub for the road too."

"I hope this guy isn't the nutjob he seems to be." Dean noted as they waited at the door of a mobile home that had begun falling into disrepair. He and Sam were wearing the dark suits and light neckties that they often used for posing as federal agents, a position of authority that often afforded them access to wherever they wished to go and few questions asked.

The inside door opened, leaving the screen door between Sam, Dean, and Jacob Hopkins. He was a man in his mid twenties, wearing black rimmed glasses, jeans, a white tank top and loafers on his feet. He had a soul patch that stood out among his days old stubble and an annoyed expression that Sam and Dean had seen all too often. "Who are…"

Both men flashed their forged F.B.I badges, Dean interrupting Jacob's question. "I'm Agent Adis, this is Agent Scheuble. We're here regarding some reports you made some time ago online."

Jacob leaned in squinting at the badges before looking up at the taller pair. "Right, like I'll believe that again."

"Again?" Sam asked. "Have there been other agents investigating around here?"

Jacob let out a 'hmph' sound. "A woman came into my workplace awhile ago pretending to be a veterinarian from the government. Then she wound up stealing my proof that demons exist!"

"Demons?" Sam asked with genuine curiosity.

"Are these the demons that are trying to steal teeth?" Dean asked, a mocking smile cracking his well trimmed stubble.

Jacob eyed him critically. "It's to power their time machines!"

While Dean rolled his eyes, Sam took a more empathic approach. "What proof did this woman steal, exactly?"

Jacob looked at them for a moment before opening the screen door. "You should sit down. This story gets pretty wild." he added, leading the pair into the living room of his home where newspaper clippings, photographs, and notebooks were strewn across the floor and sparse seating. "That lady didn't just steal my proof! She beat me with a sandal and locked my in a demon holding cage for the night before my boss found me the next day! I had pictures, video, and a live shapeshifting demon in a cage! I even showed her my demon fighting armor that she then destroyed."

"Shapeshifting demon?" Sam asked, taking a seat after clearing a spot for himself on the couch.

Dean wandered about the room, looking at the various news reports before settling his attention on a leather bound journal.

"Yes! I caught a demon that was hiding as a young girl on an abandoned property just outside of town and managed to bring it to the museum where I was the curator at the time."

"Who was this woman that stole the demon?"

Jacob began to grin. "Wow! You guys are thorough! You must be the real deal. Wish I still had my Martian Armor to show you…"

"Just the name, please, Mr. Hopkins."

"Oh, right. I found out her name is Camilla Noceda from the Veterinarian office in town. Pretty sly, right?"

Sam forced a smile. "Thanks. We'll be in touch." he said, standing to leave.

"Oh, one more thing! That lady has a whole bunch of kids living in her house now. I think she's growing more demons!"

"Growing… right. Uh, thanks again Mr. Hopkins." Sam said, tucking his notepad into the inside of his blazer. Dean was already at the door, clearly struggling to contain a string of sarcastic remarks that he'd love to aim at this man.

They made their way to the Impala, climbed in with a squeak of the doors, and Dean let out an irritated grumble. "Well that was all kinds of crazy." he said, pulling the leather journal that he had discovered from his coat. "I did manage to find this though. That guy has a collection of junk from hunters, prophets, and what-have-you. You ever see a symbol like this before?" he asked, handing the journal to his brother. The book was well used, with small tears in the leather, new clippings and book marks poking out of its pages, and a six fingered, gold hand print on the cover.

Sam turned it over in his hands a few times before opening it to a random page. "Didn't Bobby know a six fingered hunter back in the day? Stan something?"

"I don't know, man. I don't know what to make of any of this. Are we looking for an actual demon? A shapeshifter? Or just a mom building an orphanage?"

"I guess our best bet is just to retrace Jacob's steps. Try to filter out the crazy."

Dean nodded in consideration. "So you're thinking check the vet. See if we can track down Camilla and her army of mini pod people?" he stated, starting the car with a rumble of its engine.

"Sounds like the best place to start."

"Okay, but first, I need fuel."

While Dean eyed the menu, Sam was typing away on his laptop, looking into the various weird happenings in Gravesfield. They had found a traditional diner, all decorated up for Halloween the next day, much to Sam's discomfort. A table nearby had a group of teens laughing and shouting with the exception of one blonde haired boy with numerous scars on his face and arms that was staring at him. Sam cast him a side eyed glance, causing the boy to suddenly turn away. His eyes seemed to have a violet color to them that caught Sam's attention, but a distraction in the form of the waitress arrived and he passed it off as a trick of the light.

The pair placed their orders, and Sam turned back to his computer. "How the hell did you get so tall eating that rabbit food?" Dean asked once the waitress was gone.

Sam ignored him, but turned the laptop toward his brother. "Apparently a few years ago, there were a bunch of strange things going on. Some lady with big hair and fangs started making the food at a local cafe talk after trying to buy something. With a racoon."

"Damn Sammy, you really know how to pick them don't you?" Dean said, looking over the article. "Of course, guess who the ace reporter is."

Sam reviewed the article highlights with a glance, noting Jacob Hopkins' name at the bottom. "This Hopkins guy really seems to be at the center of all this." The nearby table suddenly went silent, and the group of kids shuffled out from their booth to leave the diner, leaving a wad of cash on the table. "That was weird."

"You're going to have to be a little more specific." Dean said, levelling a charming smile at the waitress as his burger and Sam's salad arrived. "Thanks."

"The group of kids just hurried out the door as soon as I mentioned Jacob."

"How you're being paranoid, Sam. That guy probably freaks out everyone in town. Now eat that thing you call a meal, and we'll head to the vet. See if we can find Camilla… you think she's hot? Noceda… That's latina, right?"