The unbelievable happened. Again. Sam was gone. Gone for good this time. When he went off to Stanford, Dean could always call or go visit him, despite what Sam wanted. When he was stabbed in the back by Jake Talley, all he had to do to see his brother again was sell his soul. But this time, though, this time Sam jumped into The Cage in Hell, dragging Lucifer and Michael in with him. And worse yet, nothing can bring him back, not even Cas. That was it. Dean was truly on his own this time.

He had nowhere to go and nothing to do but hunt. He couldn't think of a life where he didn't hunt, no matter how much he wanted to go to Lisa. So Dean just continued life on the road.

It's been roughly three months since Sam jumped into the Pit. Dean's worked about 40 or so jobs since, each more deadly than the last. That combined with his lack of sleep and sustenance make Dean an easy to kill target. It's gotten so bad that Bobby outright refused to give him anymore hunts, and demanded that he takes some time to relax. Despite Bobby's orders, Dean continued to hunt.

He heard of a mutilation in a small town in Montana, thinking it would just be some werewolf. But it was nothing like he expected. After some investigating, Dean found he was hunting something called a 'nachzehrer'. It's a monster that's mixed between a vampire and a ghoul that can turn people by biting them. The only way to gank the monsters was to find the pack's alpha, which wasn't going to be an easy feat. Over half the town had been turned into these things. Dean was just surprised that he hasn't been converted yet, seeing as the people here were becoming those things at an alarming rate. He's going to have to work faster. He needs backup.

"Dean!" Bobby shouted when he picked up the phone. "Where the hell are you? Why have you been ignor-"

"You know what Bobby, you can yell at me all you want when this is over." Dean said sternly. "But right now, I've got a hunt like you wouldn't believe and need a few hunters for backup."

"Dammit, Dean! I told you to stop hunting, you ignore me for weeks, and now you need me and Rufus to come pull your ass out of the fire! What the fuck are you thinking?!"

Dean ignored the comment and continued. "I've found these things, nachzehrer or something like that, and they're turning people so fast, I hardly believe it. There's about 200 of them out here!" Bobby was silent for a moment.

"You need to get out of there." He spoke with urgency. "You need to get my house as soon as possible. I'm going to call every hunter I know and we're going to find out what the hell is going on there." Dean was quiet. "Did you hear me? Get the hell out of there! You're going to get yourself killed!"

"Alright, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm on my way." Dean scoffed before he hung up. Though he said he'd go straight to Bobby's, he wasn't keen on it. People were getting turned faster and faster, and so many innocent people could get hurt or turned. Like hell he would let that happen.

And Dean thinks he's got it figured out. A way to get rid the infestation and turn everyone back. There was this one guy, he couldn't think of the name, but this guy was a person of interest on just about every disappearance since he moved to town a decade back. He could be the alpha. He needs to take that son of a bitch down.

But first, he needed a penny. Specifically a penny manufactured before 1982, when they were mostly cooper. The only way to kill the alpha was to stuff it down his throat and take his head off. Since he hadn't eaten in days, Dean decided to pop into a Biggerson's. On his walk there though, he bumped into the strangest guy he'd ever seen. He looked a bit moody, yet cautious, and was dressed in a purple blazer with a bowtie. It was ugly as hell. When their shoulders knocked into each other, the man just smiled awkwardly and apologized before he quickly scuttled away. Dean also noted he spoke in a British accent. He shrugged the guy off and went into the diner.

"Hey gorgeous." He smiled at the hostess inside. She smiled back flirtatiously, twisting her finger in some hair. "Would you mind breaking this dollar bill for me? I need it in pennies, though." Her smile wavered for a moment, but she went over the the register and broke his bill. While she was doing that, Dean looked about the restaurant. There wasn't a lot of people. Probably because most of the people here are flesh eating monsters. He thought. But the aroma of food everywhere made his stomach let out a huge grumble.

The hostess came back, all the change cupped in her hands. She passed it off to Dean.

"Could I do anything else for you, sir?" She asked as polite as possible. Dean thought for a moment, then decided against it. He'd eat later, when all these people were safe.

"No, but thanks for the change." He said as he managed to stuff all the pennies in his pocket.

"Alright. Have a nice day, sir." The hostess smiled as he turned to leave. Dean was heading back to his motel when his phone rang again. He knew it was Bobby, but he'll answer it later, after all this shit was dealt with. Dean took in the cool evening air as he pulled a few pennies out of his right pocket. 1997, 2002, 2004, 1985. Nope. He shoved them into his left pocket and started again. 2009, 2009, 1982, 1983, 2005, 2004, 1991, 1996…

This continuous cycle of pennies wore on until he heard somebody scream. Dean's head bolted up to be treated with an alarming site; a cloud of gold mist was rolling down the street behind him. The people caught in it had dropped to the ground, like they were dead. And Dean wasn't going to find out if they were or not right now.

The pennies clattered to the ground as Dean took off running. There were about 15 people running in front of him, going just slowly enough that meant that Dean was in real danger. He turned to see the mist getting closer, a few more bodies in its wake. The people ahead of him finally reached an intersection, where most of them turned. They had gone so slow that Dean didn't notice the other street and continued running down the same street. The mist was closer now. He began charging towards an ally before someone grabbed his arm, halting him. Dean looked up to find the man he had bumped into earlier. This time, he had an urgent look about him.

"I need your help." The man spoke quickly. "I'm the Doctor, and I know how to fix this, but I need you to help me."