Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Carry On

Plainfield, Indiana

"This needs to stop," Dean Winchester said while parking his beloved impala. "For the last two weeks, we've been going on hunts, and everytime we show up, we're too late because some punk-ass rookies are trying to prove they're better than the pros."

"I don't think that's it," Dean's brother Sam said. "New kids are becoming hunters every day. Maybe they're just trying to prove themselves."

"Sam, they've been specifically going after our cases," Dean told him as they met Cas outside of the restaurant. "It's like they know where we're going before we do."

"They're here," Cas told them. "I followed the trail like you told me."

"Did you see these punks?"

"No, I only got vague descriptions," Cas told them. "They are young men, early 20's. They arrived in that car over there, although one that the witnesses described did sound familiar. They said he was wearing a Wiener Hut uniform."

"A Wiener Hut uniform?" Sam asked. "The last person we knew who was dressed like that was--"

"An impala, Sammy," Dean said as he set eyes on the car after scanning the parking lot. It was in mint condition without a scratch on her, with a fresh waxing that made it shine like it was just off the manufacturing line. "You still think they're not trying to imitate us?"

"It is in pristine condition," Cas said as he looked at the car. Dean marched toward the door of the restaurant, intending to give whoever was inside a piece of his mind. And maybe get some pie to calm his nerves.

"Now, Dean, come on, I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for--" Sam started to say as he saw who was sitting at the table in the back of the restaurant.

"Ben?" Dean asked, shocked.

"Adam?" Sam asked, surprised.

"Samandriel?" Cas asked, confused.

"Dean," Ben smirked.

"Sam," Adam said bitterly.

"Castiel," Samandriel said, unsure.

*

Two Weeks Earlier

"Why can't I just get the shoes with the velcro thingies on 'em?" Hunter asked as he struggled to pull on his right shoe. "Or just let me have my powers back so I just think them on?"

"Because that's not how normal kids get dressed," Adam told him. "You need to learn to do things for yourself, like putting your own clothes on or making your own ramen when you get hungry between meals."

"You still won't let me use the oven," Samandriel said.

"Well, the last time you tried to make cookies you nearly burned the house down," Adam reminded him. "1200 degrees does not make them cook faster."

"Alright, I did it," Jesse said as he returned. "I encrypted Sam's laptop with that tracer when they weren't looking."

"Good," Ben said as he started typing. "Now we can know what they know."

"You mean--?"

"We can beat them to their own cases," Ben told them. "Really stick it to them. They may have experience, but we have a bigger arsenal, one of the few fully powered up angels, and two Anti-Christs on our team. The bigger stuff we might have to struggle with until we get more experience under our belt, but the more routine possessions and hauntings we can be in and out of town before Sam and Dean leave their garage."

"What exactly is the purpose of this again?" Samandriel asked.

"With my contract broken, and no real distractions, we can finally focus on the first of our original goals, the first of which is finding Sam and Dean and making them pay for leaving me in the Cage," Adam said.