Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Annual #1

"Don't Fear the Reaper"

"Adam... buddy... pal o'mine. When you said we were going to be doing a real hunt, I thought maybe you meant vampires," Ben said through gritted teeth as he stood back to back with Adam.

"What are you talking about? These are vampires," Adam said with a nervous laugh.

A dozen clowns with bared vampire fangs had circled them in the basement where they had tracked down a nest.

"Vampire CLOWNS," Ben said angrily. "You left out the clown part!"

"I didn't think it mattered," Adam told him.

"Yeah, well, the urine in my pants says otherwise,"

"Come on, Alfie, where are you with the thing?" Adam asked as the duo tried to hold off the clowns. Alfie ran into the basement with a modified Nerf gun. He took aim and started spraying the clowns with dead man's blood. The clowns hissed and howled in pain as Alfie continued firing at them, giving Ben and Adam the chance to start beheading them with their machetes. "No more clowning around for these guys!"

"No more clown puns, please," Ben said as he saw a clown running towards him with a knife that was getting way too close.

"Hey, I finally get to kill some clowns, it's funny how long I've wanted to do this!" Adam said as he beheaded the next clown, then saw the last one holding a bloodied knife running towards him. Adam ducked and uppercut, sending the vampire clown's head flying. "That was good. If I smoked, I'd totally light one up right now just for the afterglow."

"Adam!" Alfie shouted from the top of the stairs. "Look!"

Adam saw Ben was slumped against the wall with a knife wound in his stomach, which was bleeding heavily.

"No, no, no, no!" Adam shouted as he rushed to his friend's side. "Come on, Ben, stay with me. Alfie, call 911!"

"We're out in the country, there's no reception," Alfie told him. "And the nearest hospital is a long drive away."

"Dammit," Adam said as he picked Ben up. "Alfie, Get the car! I'll be right behind you! Come on, Ben, hang tight, we'll get you fixed up. Just don't leave us, pal."

"Leave you? Where would I go, Detroit?" Ben joked as he stood up just in time to see Adam carrying his body up the stairs. "Oh, sh--"

*

Ben managed to make it into the car just as it was pulling out onto the dirt road. He looked over at Adam in the backseat, who was cradling Ben's now soulless body in his arms and trying not to cry.

"Adam, I know I said no chick flick moments, but I guess it's kind of okay now," Ben said with a slight laugh. "Come on, Adam, say something, let me know you hear me."

"Oh, he can't hear you," a voice said from the front seat. A young teenager turned around to face him. He had neatly trimmed brown hair and was wearing a black suit. "No one can hear you."

"Who the hell are you?" Ben asked.

"Me? Oh, sorry, how rude of me," the boy said cheerfully. "My name is Cole. And I'm here to reap your soul!"

*

2009

The reaper Tessa had just brought young Cole up to the gates of Heaven, where the boy was supposed to stay for the rest of eternity.

"This is Cole, he was supposed to be here some time ago," Tessa told the angel in charge. "Take good care of him, okay?"

The angel looked through his file book before looking back up at Tessa, making a seething sound. "There's a little problem."