Dead of Supernatural

"Pilot"/"Black Dog" preview

Stillwater, Wisconsin

Northern outskirts of town

Walking around an overgrown front lawn, an older man with graying haired stopped working on taming the wildness that was his front yard to look towards the woodland that surrounded his home. The man's eyes squinted to see through the shadows that the canopy of treetops gave to the things below. He dropped the trowel he had been using, recognizing the creature. He knew something had been stalking his woods, his town, but he didn't know what, and now he did. Running back towards his front door, the man didn't dare look back as he heard the crunching of leaves and sticks from quick, heavy steps behind him.

The man cursed after he retired to the Midwest he'd slowed much with age and the injuries he had sustained from his past life. Reaching into his coat pocket, the man with the graying hair pulled out his phone knowing he wasn't going to make it to any of his weapons. Trying to slow the creature as much as he could, the man pressed the contact that said 'Winchester' just as the creature pounced on him.

Blood sprayed everywhere in the ensuing fight, the man's phone flying out of his hand landing on the floor on the other side of the room, surprisingly intact. Whoever he called picking up just at the phone landed.

"Hello? Darren? Is that you? Darren! Oh shit! What the hell's going on!? DARREN!"

2-Days later

Stillwater, Wisconsin

Downtown

Local diner

"So this happened, in the 1800s and this preacher dude was hung for supposedly killing his whole partisan...-" the teenaged boy that had been speaking let out a sigh as his friend interrupted him for the umpteenth time, slouching back against the booth they were sitting at in the diner of their hometown.

"Partisan?" the second teenaged boy asked completely clueless, looking back towards his friend with a french fry in his mouth. Giving the grin to the waitress that had just set the plate of fries down on their table. "Thanks, Mrs. S!"

"His followers, Mark." The first boy replied with a sigh, shaking his head with a small grin at his friend and the fries before giving a grin up at the older woman. "Thanks, grandma," he said reaching for a fry himself before his friend ate the entire plate by himself. Again.

"Anytime boys." The woman replied to the two teenagers with a soft gentle smile before she walked off to help another customer in the diner.

"So, can I continue?" the first boy asked looking back towards his friend after his grandmother had left them.

"Ohhh, okay! Yeah sure, go ahead Jackie." Mark replied with a grin and a mouthful of french fries, causing the other two to both laughs and shake their heads.

"Thanks, and don't call me Jackie." the first teenager, Jack, replied with a smile as he leaned back towards his friend and the book in front of them. "Anyways, this preacher dude was hung for supposedly killing all of his followers up at the lake. But all witness reports say that he wouldn't even hurt a fly." Jack jumped right back to their conversation, reaching a hand out to flip the pages of the book. Being careful since he had some sort of attachment to it, considering it belonged to his late grandfather. "I mean, I almost literally had to steal some of these books from the library because they're in the restricted section...!" he continued, letting out a sigh as he ran a hand through his light brown hair letting his green-blue eyes narrow on his best friend slightly.

"Didn't your mom tell you to stop looking into this?" Mark asked, interrupting his friend yet again. Don't get him wrong, he was interested! It was their town's history and it was actually pretty cool! But he was kinda worried about his friend getting grounded if his mother found out. Again.

"Yes she did, now stop interrupting me." Jack all but hissed out now, giving a small smile when Mark raised his hands in surrender and mumbled a 'sorry' out with a mouth full. "Anyways, my grandpa apparently thought it was weird too. That this preacher would suddenly just turn and kill all these people, so he went digging around and well... Well, he found some weird-ass shit." green-blue eyes shifted around the book's pages as he flipped it, the book actually being his grandfather's journal. Despite that fact the page Jack had flipped to was filled with different, ugh, he didn't know how to describe it! It was satanic crap, and the only reason any of that stuff would be in his grandfather's journal would be because it had something to do with what happened with that preacher, up at the lake, and with the other deaths up there as well! Deaths that also included both his grandfather and Uncle Garrett.

"Holy shit, bruh...! Your gramps was into some freaky crap...!" Mark said, sensing his friend was finished talking for now and he could actually speak without death glares. He felt Jack's eyes on him as he looked at the book's current page. It was weird, almost scary really, talking about a demon being bound to Lake Stillwater. Mark finally let his eyes shift up towards Jack now, his lips twitching slightly at the distant look in his best friend's eyes. Jack rarely to never got that sort of look, and the other knew