Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Let It Be, Part 1

1997

Kate Milligan sat outside of the emergency room, crying as her little boy fought for his life inside the E/R. Adam had been struck by a drunk driver while on his way to the park that afternoon. Having seen his mother about to be hit, Adam summoned all of his strength and pushed her out of the way just in time to be hit himself by the car going 90 miles per hour. The odds of Adam were making it were slim, as a 60 lb boy being hit by a car going 90 mph had caused a lot of damage.

As Kate sat there, a man came up to her, putting his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Kate just looked up at him.

"What are you doing here?" Kate asked bitterly. "You're not welcome here."

"I know Adam's not going to make it," the man said as he sat next to her. "We heard it on the news. I rushed right over. You know what has to be done."

"You're not touching my baby," Kate told him.

"He can be saved," the man said. "You can have your son back. You just need to let me take him before it's too late. He can live, Kate. Do you really want to lose him because you hate your family so much?"

Kate looked at the doors to the E/R. Adam was her only real family, she couldn't lose him. Not like this. She looked back at her uncle, knowing what she had to do to save her son.

*

Present Day

"This is seriously going to be our first hunt together?" Ben asked as he drove the cherry red Impala down the highway.

"I told you, we're going to work our way up," Adam said from the backseat. "We start small, build our skills. Then we get into the bigger hunts."

"I agree with Adam, it is best we don't get in over our heads," Alfie said from the passenger side seat. "You have been teaching us how to fight and use weapons, but demons and ghosts do not fight fair. We must ease into this slowly."

"Fine," Ben said as he rolled his eyes. "But you could have at least picked a better case for us to start off on."

"And what's wrong with this case?" Adam asked.

*

The door to the small home opened as the woman stared at the three young men dressed in white.

"Animal control, ma'am," Ben said as he showed her his fake I.D. "We're here about your (sigh) rabid chicken."

The woman led them to the back door of the house. "Be prepared, it's not a pretty sight."

"I'm sure we can handle it," Adam said with a slight laugh as she opened the door. "We've seen a lot in this profession, so- OH MY GOD!"

There was blood, feathers, and assorted animal parts scattered all around the backyard. And at the center of it all was one blood-soaked chicken, pecking around.

"Good luck," the woman said as she closed the door. As soon as the door was shut, the chicken immediately stared up at the trio with pitch black eyes.

"Oh, crap," Ben said in a whisper. "Demon chicken!"

As the woman sat on the couch in the living room, drinking a cup of tea, the sound of terrifying screaming came from the backyard, along with the vicious clucks of the chicken.

"Kill it! Kill it!" Ben shouted, his voice carrying all the way from the backyard.

"I'm trying, it's going for my face!" Adam shouted back.

"Alfie, grab the ball bat!" Ben shouted.

"Alfie, don't even think about it!" Adam shouted as the chicken kept clucking.