Supernatural: Fallen Son

Puppydog Tails

'What the hell? Sam, come over here!' Requested Dean, bandages all over his torso from where Ingrid had gone all 'Literal hooker' on him. 'What, do we have another lead on Frosty?' Sam smiled humourlessly, and his joke fell completely flat as usual. 'No.' Replied Dean - 'But we do have another case, by the looks of things.'
'Oh.' Sam looked down at the computer screen. 'Invisible attacker.... Hellhound, maybe?' He asked. Dean put his hands on the desk, and looked up at Sam whilst rocking backwards on the wooden chair. 'But that seems mildly unlikely when you consider that the victim was 9 years old.'
Sam recoiled a little at this statement. 'Have they found a body yet?' He mumbled, looking genuinely shocked at this. Dean took another search of the article, and spoke up. 'Nope. It says that she just disappeared from her bed'.

About an hour later, Dean and Sam where dressed in their classic black suit and tie - looking like a mix of an actual FBI agent, and Justin Timberlake. They were in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and were stood awkwardly outside the door of a crime scene. The mahogany door eventually opened, and a cheerless officer stared them up and down. 'Hello. Who are you?'
'Agents Coulson and Hill.' Sam replied confidently, holding out a badge in synchronicity with his brother. The officer took a quick look at these badges, and then welcomed them into the scene with a simple hand gesture. The two Winchesters thankfully trudged themselves into the small-ish, and strikingly average looking house. If Dean had to guess, this place wouldn't be haunted by any poltergeist or demon that wasn't named Toby.

'This has been terrible for this community, agents. Annie just vanished from her bed at two o'clock in the morning, and hasn't been seen since. The only evidence that we have to go on is this.' Sam looked at his badge, and then to where Officer William Skye was pointing. On the girl's headboard, a single word was carved. It looked like it had been put there by a knife - or claws, of course.
'Tailypo.'
'Huh.' Sam exclaimed aloud, and both Dean and Skye turned to look at him. He promptly realised this, and then shirked backwards a little. Grabbing his mobile phone from his pocket, he snapped a photo of the carving. Then, he gestured to Dean to talk to him outside. Dean excused himself from Skye, and then followed his brother outside the crime scene briefly.
'What? You seen that before or something?' Dean asked. 'Yeah. And I'm frankly surprised that you haven't. It's Tailypo - a classic American campfire story, in the same vein as Hookman or Bloody Mary.' Sam monologued, seemingly getting rather excited about this.
'Well then how come we've never heard about it?' Dean stopped him in his flow.  'I guess that no evidence that it was ever a real thing has been found by hunters. Which begs the question - why now?'
Dean nodded in agreement, and then looked at Sam in annoyance when he realised that his brother was physically rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet in perplexity and intrigue. 'Nerd.' Dean teased, walking back into the room.