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Hemlock Grove, Pennsylvania. There was something strange about this place aside from the job he had been working. Halloween was approaching and this year, it landed on a full moon. The treat-filled holiday was only a few days away, which gave Dean an uneasy feeling after what has happened with the latest casualties of Hemlock grove. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The first victim, Joey Thomas, was found at his residence the morning of October 23, 2013. The child's eyes had been forcefully removed while in bed, body petrified. Police reports indicated that Joey's parents didn't hear anything during the night. James Thomas, the boy's father, said he's a light sleeper and the faintest sound would wake him up. The coroner's report concluded that Joey's actual cause of death was unknown. 

Sunday, October 27, 2013. 5:45am.

The hunter scrubbed a hand over his face, the chatter on the police scanner causing him to sit up quickly. "Sonofabitch." He grumbled while stepping out of bed. Another child had fallen victim to yet another vicious attack. He rounded up the usual suspects in his mind, but the motive and act this creature had been committing was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. Once the hunter was dressed, he rushed out, slamming the door shut while allowing himself to be consumed with thoughts. A sigh escaped as he slipped the key into the ignition, wishing Sam would stop being such a goddamn drama queen and get over the fact that he'll always do what's best for his little brother. Sure, they didn't always see eye-to-eye, but at the end of the day, they're family. No matter what Sam may think when he's got a hair up his ass. The Impala roared to life with a simple flick of his wrist and while allowing the engine to warm, Dean fished the cell from his jacket pocket. Jade eyes locked upon the screen, thumb hovering over Sam's name for a moment. The hunter debating calling the younger man, but instead, he tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat, muttering beneath his breath. "Fuck it. I'll figure it out and if I don't.." He gave a slight shrug while pulling onto the road. Fact was, hunting wasn't always easy and death was a big part of the game. Sometimes people were saved, others were not so fortunate.

Red and blue flashing lights flickered across the house that had a barrier of yellow police tape. Reporters and onlookers flooded the scene, watching with wide eyes. This wasn't the first time this town had seen such horrific murders. Last year, several young women were slaughtered. Reports said the suspect responsible, Shelley Godfrey was now deceased. Dean couldn't help but notice the quiet panic that surrounded the crowd. Two deaths within a week, both happened to be children. The hunter bit the inside of his cheek while ducking beneath the bright yellow tape, flashing his badge at an officer. "FBI. Agent Stark. What happened here?" Dean gave a sharp nod while jogging up the steps to the house, brows furrowing in frustration at the lack of evidence they had. "I'll take it from here." Once inside, he glanced over his shoulder before removing the EMF reader from his pocket. Downstairs held no activity, not so much as a single spike on the EMF nor the scent of sulphur. The house seemed like any other normal home with a family who loved one another. Soon, Dean made his way up the stairs, calloused palm gliding along the banister as he glanced at the pictures on the wall, knowing there would never be any new additions of Allison Barnes. 

A grimace decorated the hunter's features as he stepped past the bedroom door. Blood splatter covered lavender walls and white cotton sheets as an unfamiliar odor emitted from the small room. Dean quirked a brow while approaching the remains of Allison Barnes, noticing the unusual position of her body. Each of the girl's arms were positioned perfectly straight along her sides while her legs stretched out in front of her. There was absolutely no struggle. Whatever monster had been creeping through the night was able to get in and out without a single notice. The hunter's gaze scanned over the corpse, looking for any clue the creature may have left behind. There were no puncture wounds or teeth marks. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than the fact that Allison's eyes had been brutally ripped out from her skull. Dean walked over to the girl's closet, swiftly tugging the doors open. To his displease, there was nothing. Just a bunch of clothes, toys and stuffed animals. After closing the accordion doors, the hunter took a step back, noticing a small particle residing on the floor near the edge of the bed as sunlight poured in through the window. "Bingo." Dean knelt down while reaching into his back pocket to retrieve a small, clear bag. Carefully, he scooped the iridescent flake up, jade eyes roaming over the odd substance. It was unlike anything he'd seen. 

Clearing his throat, Dean stepped into the kitchen to speak with Anthony and Patricia Barnes. The hunter took a seat, palm rubbing the back of his neck briefly as he spoke 'I'm truly sorry for your loss.. I know it's never easy to lose someone you love. ...That being said, I'm gonna need to ask a few questions." Patricia Barnes reached for her husband's hand while giving a slight nod, tears cascading down the woman's cheeks as she leaned into Anthony. "Have you noticed anything off lately? Maybe something strange that seemed insignificant at the time?" Anthony shook his head while clearing his throat "No.. Everything has been routine for us." The hunter quirked a brow, noticing the slight hesitation with Patricia. "Anything you remember.. might help us catch Allison's killer." Patricia's bottom lip quivered while taking in a deep breath, watery, bloodshot eyes locking upon emerald pools. "The past week Allison was complaining about a monster appearing in her room late at night. But.. I told her it was just a nightmare.. That nothing would get her.. That she was safe here with us..." The woman trailed off before burying her face in hands as she wept. Dean reached over, giving Patricia's shoulder a light squeeze as he stood from his chair. "If you remember anything else, don't hesitate to call." He said while handing over a business card to the grieving couple. Once outside, he took a deep breath, glad he was free from that awkward moment. Sam was always better at comforting people during their times of need.

6:45pm and not a single lead was found. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning against the old, lumpy couch as shut the lid the laptop. After a moment, he decided a drink was much needed. Hell, maybe it would help him make heads or tails out of this situation. Grabbing the keys off of the nightstand, Dean stretched his arms above his head before heading out of the musky motel room. The Impala purred as it idled while the hunter took a brief moment to debate whether he wanted to hang amongst the locals at the bar or just grab a bottle and dive head first into research. Given the fact that he didn't know what the hell he was hunting, he decided to grab a bottle and a few other provisions before jumping into a long night of tedious research. "If Sam was here I'd just make him do the research.. Nerd actually enjoyed doing it." A soft chuckle escaped with a slight shake of his head, the lighthearted moment passing just as soon as it began. A few stop lights later and Dean found himself a small grocery store tucked away just off of the highway. It wasn't a big chain store, just a typical Mom and Pop business. Which was fine. They'd have what he needed, even if it was a little pricey. 

Fingertips curled around the brass handle, giving the heavy oak door a firm tug before stepping inside. Dean smiled at the clerk while heading towards the back of the store where the alcohol was located. The selection wasn't large and given the store wasn't exactly pulling in the big bucks, it was no surprise. The hunter settled on a bottle of Johnnie Walker, knowing he'd need it to survive a night of agonizing research. "Hmm.. Wonder if they've got any pie." He mumbled to himself, heading down the aisle containing the baked goods. Dean was browsing their selection where he noticed a young blonde woman walk up to the container of freshly baked cookies. She offered a polite smile before focusing her attention on the chewy delights in front of her. Dean furrowed his brow, fingertips smoothing across his stubble littered chin in thought, deciding if tonight was an cherry or apple pie kind of night. Just then, the hunter's attention was quickly drawn away from the current task at hand as a particular scent wafted down the aisle. His jaw clenched slightly as he turned, nonchalantly glancing around as if he was looking for a certain item in the store. The hunter glanced at the right hand corner of the store, noticing a husky built man brush past the young blonde. It was in that moment that Dean caught a glimpse of the man's eyes as they momentarily flashed from brown to violet while he leaned in towards the unsuspecting woman. He set the bottle aside while reaching behind his back with right hand, fingertips grasping the gun that was tucked away in the back of his jeans. Dean held the pistol down, taking slow, cautious steps towards the scene about to unfold, unknowing what kind of monster he was dealing with. Just then, two young men walked over, one slipping an arm around the pregnant blonde's waist while the other leaned against a shelf. The woman's newfound company had sent the creature on his way, though, Dean knew it wouldn't be for long. Not with the way that monster leered at the unsuspecting woman. The hunter quickly tucked the gun into the back of his jeans before reaching for the bottle of Johnnie he had sat aside. As he looked around, he noticed the husky man had vanished. "Sonofabitch.." Dean mumbled while making his way to the cashier.  He offered a small smile as he leaned on the counter, sliding the bottle of whiskey towards the clerk. "How's it goin'? You ever see that man before? The chunky one with the hat?" The brunette shook her head while ringing him up "I'm afraid not. That was the first time I saw him. Must been someone passing through. A lot of people head to Poconos this time of year." Dean gave a nod while reaching for the brown paper bag that surrounded the glass bottle. "Thanks anyway. Have a good one." 

The hunter glanced down at his watch, body sinking back against the leather seat of the Impala. Fingertips tapped impatiently against the steering wheel as he waited for the young woman and her two male companions to exit the store. Twenty minutes later and the group made their way out into the parking lot, bags in hand. "Finally.." Dean waited a moment before pulling back onto the main road, following the vehicle inconspicuously back to what he presumed to be the young woman's house. After parking the Impala on the corner, he watched the blonde reach into her purse to fish out a set of keys, confirming this would be the next place the monster would strike. Dean was determined to put an end to the malicious reign this evil sonofabitch had been running. This town had seen enough death, enough misery. He just hoped he'd be able to figure out /what/ exactly this was that he was hunting. Without knowing, it left the hunter vulnerable. Some things weren't exactly easy to kill and left him questioning if this would be one of those times. A frustrated sigh escaped while backing the Impala up, deciding to grab a bite to eat before sundown. "It's gonna be a long night." 

Monday, October 28, 2013. 12:45am.

The calloused pad of Dean's thumb swept across the label, losing himself in thought for a brief moment, allowing Sam's words to reply in his mind. Sure, the younger Winchester may have had a point, but that didn't mean that he was right. Hell, it really just showed how much Sam and John were alike. Both too goddamn stubborn for their own good. Dean's jaw clenched as sudden white hot, searing pain began coursing through his veins. The hunter twisted the cap off of the bottle, tossing it onto the passenger seat while desperately chugging down a few gulps in an attempt to calm the excruciating electricity that ran through him.  A moment later, Dean replaced the cap before tugging up the sleeve of his jacket, eyes roaming over the mark that littered his flesh, suddenly feeling the weight of his decisions. Little did he know, that was only the beginning. The mark of Cain held much more for the hunter, more than he'd ever hope for. 

A breeze crept in through the open window, causing a slight shiver to dance down the hunter's spine. Fall was definitely here. Soon, it would be winter, given he'd make it until then. Dean turned his gaze towards the woman's home, eyes immediately drawn to the upstairs window as a small, glowing orb appeared. Within seconds, the glowing ball grew into a thick, dark figure Dean could no longer see. "Fuck!" The hunter jumped out of the Impala, feet pounding against the asphalt as he sprinted down the street towards the blonde's home. A gust of wind kicked up, causing the bedroom curtains to blow in the harsh breeze. At that moment, Dean noticed a lattice that lead up to the window. Not wanting to waste anytime with an explanation, he skipped the front door and went straight to the woman's window. The hunter had no idea what he was dealing with and that meant he didn't know how much time he'd have until it would be too late to save this mother-to-be. A grunt left Dean's throat, quickly climbing up the lattice as questioning it's stability once he reached the top. Pupils locked upon the dark silhouette that leered over the bed while pulling his body through the open window.

Dean landed on the ground with a thud, drawing the monster's attention away from the blonde who was in a deep slumber. The hunter hopped up onto his feet, wicked, violet eyes piercing his gaze while pulling the Angel blade he had tucked away. A sinister smirk formed on the creature's lips as he lunged forward, grabbing Dean by the throat. The hunter drove the blade into the monster's side before kicking the cloaked figure back while ripping the heavenly blade from the the creature's torso. Displeased with the result, Dean tossed the Angel blade aside while clenching his teeth "Well.. You aren't a demon or some dick with wings that fell off the rocker. I was hopin' a knife to the gut would send you packin' to the land of douchebagery. I hear your mom misses ya." A cocky grin played across the hunter's lips as he taunted, attempting to find out any information that might slip in provoked fit of rage. Wicked laughter emanated from the cloaked figure before dissipating into the thin air. "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." He muttered while, taking a few strides towards the golden haired woman that lay sound asleep in bed. Dean knew something was wrong, either that or she was deaf. Though, he suspected it wasn't the latter. Reaching over, he turned the light on, noticing the woman had been covered in fine, powdery residue. It was different from the iridescent flake the hunter had discovered at the home of Allison Barnes. Dean was baffled. There was no pattern, no clear motive. What the hell was this thing? Just then, the bedroom door open, causing Dean to quickly turn on his heel, knowing how bad this was going to look. Shit. Even worse. This was going to look extremely bad given the who just walked in. The two men that he'd seen with the blonde at the Mom and Pop shop. "It's not what it looks like and before you flip your shit.. Just listen and /don't/ touch her. Not yet." He said while reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his fake FBI badge. Dean could tell by the look in each of their eyes that neither one of them were easily fooled. "Agent Stark. I'll explain what I can. Some things are.. Classified."

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