Hunted (TW x SPN)

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Sam and Dean were both exhausted and confused, so much so that they thought they may have imagined everything they had seen thus far. The security tape at the school was bizarre enough, not to mention what they saw in the woods after that. What kind of creature just catches fire like that? Do sheriff deputies usually roam around the woods at night? That girl couldn't have said something about a hellhound, could she? What was that scream all about? You don't typically hear someone's scream that far away, inside a mental institution, with that much clarity. There is definitely something going on in this town, but what could it be? These were only some of the questions that the two hunters had running through their minds. They needed sleep, and they needed it now.

In hopes of waking up with a clear mind, Sam and Dean collapsed on the beds of their motel room as soon as they got back from Eichen House. Unfortunately for them, Bobby had other ideas. They couldn't have been asleep for 10 minutes before Dean's cell phone started to ring, waking up him and his brother. A groggy and irritated Dean picked up his phone to stop the noise from continuing.

"What!" Dean snapped, not happy that someone had interrupted his much needed sleep.

"Don't 'what!' me like that boy," Bobby chastised the elder Winchester, almost as if was his father. The older hunter may not be his biological father, but he has filled those shoes on multiple occasions. "If you'd called like you were supposed to I wouldn't have had to interrupt your beauty sleep."

"Sorry Bobby, give me a second to get Sam over here."

True to his word, it only took a few seconds until Sam made his presence known. For the next hour or so, Bobby listened to Sam and Dean- well mostly Sam, Dean kept falling asleep- explain everything they've seen in the small town of Beacon Hills. The brothers could not figure out if Bobby was silent because he was paying close attention or if he was just as shocked as they were.

"So you're tellin' me that there's men catching on fire, a potentially young werewolf roaming the high school, a girl talkin' about hellhounds, animals being in places they're not supposed to be, banshee like scream coming from an insane asylum, and that death basically calls this town home. You boys aren't tired."

"We're not?" Sam asks with disbelief in his voice.

"No, you're not. You're batshit crazy! I should have left you and Dean to your beauty sleep."

"Unfortunately, that's gonna have to wait now, too. They found another body in the school," Dean informs his brother.

"Sorry, Bobby. I guess this conversation is gonna have to wait."

"Well don't call me back until you two idjits have found your sanity. I'd suggest looking in that nut house where you clearly belong," Bobby says just before the calls ends.

"Love you, too, Bobby," Dean mumbles to himself before going to the bathroom to get ready for another day dressed as FBI agents. "I really hate these monkey suits."

"Yeah? Well they're about the only way to get any information around here, so suck it up," the younger brother replied, his voice tinged with frustration. The sooner this day was over, the better.

* * * * *

The bottom floor of the hospital was eerily quiet and with no one in sight. People may not frequent the morgue often, but this, much like everything else in the town, was very unusual. Although, when the Winchesters rounded a corner a few minutes later, they found one of the hospital's nurses down there as well. Just before one of them could say something to her, and man came bolting out of, what they presumed to be, the morgue. He was panting and sweating while wearing a look of pure terror and confusion as he ran into the arms of the nurse waiting in the hallway. Out of instinct, the two men drew their guns and ran forward thinking that there was danger. Dean was the first to speak as they made their short trek to the end of the hall.