Supernatural Stories and Imagines

Scooby and the Winchester Gang

Idea: SodaPOP67
Plot: "you should make it so the scooby gang is trying to trap the monster but Sam and Dean and stuff are freaking out bc they're doing it wrong"

The Winchester brothers saw the clues of a werewolf clan in a small town in Mississippi. Soon enough, the Bunker was abandoned and the Impala was driving in the back roads. A very careful and 80's painted van was in the parking lot of the police's investigation center.

Dean frowned with distaste as he stared at the van. His younger brother shook it off with a small smile and a shrug, nearly having to drag his stunned idol inside. Sam and Dean Winchester stood inside the police office and were even more surprised. Once three steps inside, very colorful people were inside looking around.

A shorter girl with a brown bob-cut hairstyle in an orange turtle neck, short red silk skirt, and big glasses was the first to notice the tall brothers. "Well, jinkies! Hi, guys, I'm Velma. This is my gang," she motioned to three others, plus and dog. "Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, his dog Scooby."

Sam was flabbergasted, which didn't normally happen. Dean's eyes became stuck on Daphne - a girl just taller than average height, pale orange hair, a purple dress, and boots. She turned and caught his eyes. Neither looked away. Fred, a tall blond, noticed and stepped forwards. Shaggy was off in the corner with Scooby Doo, trying to sneak eat some Scooby Snacks that Daphne didn't know they had.

"Nice to, um, meet you all. I'm Agent Gabriel and this is my partner, Agent Leitsac Jr.," Sam said, earning a dirty glare from his brother.

They both pulled out their fake badges and showed them around for a quick second, before beginning to put them away. Fred jumped forward, very interested, and unsuspecting.

"Wow, really? That's so sweet! Mind if I take a look?" He asked eagerly.

Together, the Winchester brothers told him a plain no. Dean asked, "Have any of you seen the sheriff around? We have some questions about the recent murders going on."

"What a coincidence," Daphne smiled and stepped forwards, her fingers running consciously around her bright green scarf. "So are we. It's real tragic isn't it."

The two were hooked under the other's gaze. "Very," Dean responded slowly.

Sam cleared his throat and walked to the front desk, inspecting it. "No one has been here since morning. The donut is half melted and very cold. What time did you get here?"

"Just ten minutes ago," Velma answered.

"Yeah," Shaggy spoke up. "All the food they have here is cold."

"Shame," Dean mumbled, finally breaking eye contact and scanning the walls for anything suspicious, such as an unusual stain or design.

"Have you even looked around? Or have all of you just drooled around in here?" Sam shook his head and began to head towards one of the doors inside of the office.

The whole gang began to frown and object at once, each at an unusual octave. Dean shook his head with a sigh and the brothers split up, the other looking around the two doors. Fred followed Dean, not joyful about the lustful staring contest between the girl he loves and this random agent.

"Jeepers; gang, look at this!" Daphne let out a screech from the small interrogation room. Everyone ran to the commotion.

"What?" Fred and Dean demanded.

"There - there is a mouse! Under the cabinet," she let out a low sob and shook.

Apparently, mice frightened her. Sam scowled and went to the black heavy cabinet. Behind it, laid a dead grey mouse that was almost cut in half.

He made a disturbed grunt and pushed the cabinet over, allowing all the others to view it as well, causing a simultaneous gasp of shock. Dean's face wrinkled in disgust and halfway let out a shudder, walking towards it. Sam stepped to the side. There was no noticeable scent, other than the blood and decay of the small animal. However, they recognized the claw marking.

<->

They arrived in the small town just after noon. Now, it was seven at night, nearly pitch black outside with few lights. Though the brothers were nowhere near terrified, they understood that werewolves had way better hearing than him.

Silently, they passed the guns filled with silver bullets to one another. Their boots were careful not to trip or scratch anything in the mix of dirt and grass. The trunk closed quietly, as if it understood the situation at hand. Dean locked the Impala and the two set off down a narrow path. From what they found out in the previous hours, there was about seven werewolves, all rogue made clan.

All was going well until the Mystery Van showed up again. The Winchesters let out a growl of annoyance and continued their path, guns risen to chest height. Sam has checked the calendar and discover there wasn't a full moon due for two more weeks. However, after examining the three dead bodies and mouse, it was very clear it was a full-on werewolf attack.

In Sam's pocket, he had the words to an ancient, but newly discovered, trick to de-wolfing a person. That would only work if everyone cooperated, which was highly unlikely. A low-pitched, definitely wolf-like growl sprang from very near the brothers. They turned, ready.

"Would you do it for a Scooby snack?" Daphne's high pitched voice rang out, causing the brothers to do a full three sixty.

There was some rustling and the voices of a conversation between Velma and Fred was clear. The brothers looked around, waiting for the attack. These morons are going to get us killed, Sam thought. What's a Scooby snack? Dean wondered.

The gang stumbled into the woods and came face to face with the Winchesters. Daphne raised a suggestive smile and the large dog instantly began to sniff around, followed by his friend with hair as long as Sam's. Velma carried a map in her hands, biting her lower lip. Fred held a flash light as he looked around. He aimed the brightness right into their faces.

"Hey! What are you two doing here?" He asked, surprised.

"Our job! And be quiet; they have good hearing," Dean hissed.

"Who has good hearing?" Velma asked, looking up.

"The werewolves. What are you doing here?" Dean asked in a low voice.

"Ruys! Rover here!" Scooby Doo said loudly.

The brothers' eyes widened and their faces fell into shock. Dean looked over at Daphne. "He talks?"

"Of course he talks," Shaggy said, walking around a tree stump. "And we're here to find out who is wearing the masks. We think it's the sheriff."

Sam was appalled. "What do you mean 'wearing the masks'? These are actual monsters, that could seriously hurt you. You all could die."

Fred couldn't help but smile as he said, "There are no such thing as monsters. My friends and I have been doing this for years. We hunt down weird things and find the truth."

"You've been doing it wrong," Sam muttered. A howl pierced through the wind in the dark, stopping all conversation. It was time to be serious.