Hello there readers!

This is a new story that popped into my head. I don't have all the details yet, but I'll work it out as I go along. Reviews would be much appreciated if you have the time to give feedback on what you think and how this story could be better. That said, sorry for the short first chapter. This is more of a introduction (not really a prologue) to the story. Chapters will probably switch POVs every so often so you guys get full perspective of what's happening in the story.

That's all I really have to say. The only thing left is to enjoy this part!

"I don't think it's worth checking out."

"What do you mean?"

Sam huffed as he paced in front of his brother who sat at the table with a beer in his hand. "You're the one who's always up and ready to jump into a new case. Don't you want to check this one out?"

Dean shook his head. "I'm just not feeling it, Sam."

Sam looked at his brother, brown eyes turning sorrowful from concern. "Ten dead bodies within the month, all in a small radius. That's not strange to you?"

Dean took the time to glare at his brother. "I'm sure the police can handle it."

Sam paused and crossed his arms across his chest. "Is there something I should know about? Something you haven't told me?"

Dean stood up abruptly, startling Sam. "No, alright? Look, I just want to be left alone, that's all."

Sam stood silently as Dean walked past him and went to his room.

Dean got grumpy and uncouth sometimes, but Sam never knew his brother to not take a case. Sam didn't want to irritate Dean anymore, so he took a seat instead at the table. He thought of calling Castiel. Dean seemed always willing to talk to the angel, no matter how many ups and downs they've been through. Sam decided not to bother him either. He'd wait it out instead. If Dean didn't show any interest in this case-or, if any more bodies started showing up in the area- Sam decided to call Castiel.

Sam got his laptop and opened up all documents on the recent case. Though the body count was rising, the victims themselves weren't brutally murdered. The person, or thing, didn't seem to have a clear motive as to why the victims were killed. There was no pattern. The victims ranged from young to old, female and male, all hair and eye colors; nothing made sense. Sam couldn't figure out the motive behind the killings, or why they were done in such a small radius. Granted, it seemed the killings took place in a certain forest. No matter how many police guarded or patrolled that forest, another body would show up sooner or later. Sam started reading through all articles on the case, letting time slip away.

Through his research Sam had two questions:

What was doing the killings?

What was wrong with Dean?