Crossover with Tremors, obviously. Stupid story born of boredom and a conversation with my sister. Further chapters planned for when the mood strikes me. Each one will be a monster the Winchesters will, thankfully, never have to face in "real life".

Dean paced angrily, running a hand over the expression of despair on his face.

"It ate my car."

Sam sighed from where he sat on the ground long legs folded under him. Scrounging another pebble, he sent it flying. "We can't handle this. We're going to need--"

"That thing ate my car!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs, seething. The sound brought a rumble from below.

"Dean, we're going to need back up. We don't have any way to fight this thing."

Dean looked at Sam, looked at the boulder where they'd taken refuge, and looked at the hole in the baked desert soil where his '67 Chevy Impala had once been parked. He drew his.45. Sam stood up quickly, his hand on his brother's shoulder bringing him to a halt. Barely.

"That guy back in town seemed to know what he was talking about."

Dean tore away from his brother's grasp, but nodded with a defeated grumble. "He better. I'm getting the Impala back if I have to use my bare hands... Those things are toast!"