Three people of the race of Nephilims were camping in the forest one night. Two young women and one young man. It was dark out. They were having a good time just talking when they all stopped once they heard crunches of leaves and a rustle among the grass.
"What was that?" one of the young women asked, feeling suddenly frightened. Everything felt eerie all of a sudden.
They all froze again, when they heard the crunch and rustling of leaves and the grass around them.
"It's just the wind," the young man said. "Or animals more than likely. We're in the woods, so what do you expect?"
"Shh! Listen! I think I just heard something!" the same young woman said.
There was a low growl somewhere close by them, along with a snap of a twig.
The other young woman whipped around her head around, staring into the dark atmosphere of the forest. She whimpered.
"Like I said, it's probably a wolf," the young man reassured them. "Let's just head back to our tents."
He put out the fire and turned on his flashlight. He started heading back to his tent. He heard the low growl again. He turned around quickly and screamed. "Ahhhhhhh!"
"Did you hear that Janice?" the young woman asked her friend. "I heard it again. That sound."
"I'm pretty sure that was Trevor," Janice said, trembling. "Something's wrong, I just know it."
"I know."
"Piper, stay with me, please," Janice pleaded.
"I will. Let's just go to our tent."
"No, we should make sure Trevor's okay first."
Piper nodded.
They both headed over to Trevor's tent with their flashlights.
"Trevor? Are you in there?" Janice asked, as she fixed the light into the tent. She turned back to Piper. "He's not in his tent."
Piper flashed her light around the area. "He's not anywhere in sight. You don't think he would just leave us out here, do you?"
"That's not like Trevor. He wouldn't do such a thing. I know him. Let's just go back to our tent and sleep. We can find him in the morning."
Piper agreed.
The ladies started to walk back towards their tent. There was a low growl behind them. They looked back behind, their eyes full of terror and screamed.
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Two days later, Dean was sitting at a bar in a restaurant, taking a sip of his coffee, when his brother, Sam walked in with a newspaper.
"Hey, Sam, what's up?"
Sam showed him the newspaper. "Take a look at this, three people were out for a one night camping two nights ago in a forest and never came out. They disappeared. No bodies anywhere, and no traces of blood."
"Sounds like something up our alley," Dean said, taking the last drop of coffee. He placed the cup back on the table. "So, where too?"
"Jackson, Wyoming," Sam replied.
"Let's go then." Dean fished out a five dollar bill and placed it on the counter.
As they walked outside towards the Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his brother, who seemed to be adrift. He gave him a light punch in the shoulder. "Hey, what's with you? Are you okay?"
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Supernatural: The Hunt for Nephilims (Fan Fiction)
Humor*Despite only having one episode of Supernatural that talked about nehphilims and killed the only one in existence, I thought I would make up my own story about this race. When Dean and Sam hear of three unknown people, that are known as Nephilims...
