Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, Dean or Sam, I’m just borrowing them and I give them back when I finished.

Chapter One

It was the first hot day of the summer and Dean and Sam were outside washing the impala, just one of the many chores on the list that their Dad had left them to do while he and Bobby were away hunting. Dean would have preferred to have gone hunting but as usual he was left behind to look after Sam.

Sam had nearly finished washing the car with the soapy water. Dean went over to Mrs Mackenzie’s who lived next door to return an empty jug; she was sat in the shade on her porch.

“Thanks Mrs Mackenzie for the homemade lemonade” Dean said

“You’re welcome sweetheart” she replied

Dean went back inside the house they were currently renting to switch on the water for the hose pipe, when he came back he picked up the hose pipe and started to swill the soapy water off of the car, he purposely splashed Sam in the process.

“Hey, watch what you doing” Sam yelled

“What?” Dean said holding his hand to his ear, pretending not to hear Sam.

“You’re soaking me” Sam replied

“Who me?” Dean said innocently as he started to chase Sam around the impala with the hose pipe drenching him

“This is war?” Sam laughed as he went for the soapy sponge.

“Bring it on squirt” Dean laughed back

Sam launched himself at Dean pushing the soapy sponge in Dean’s face. They both fell to the ground rolling around with the hose pipe and laughing, trying to get the better of one another.

“You boys stop that, get yourself cleaned up” Mrs Mackenzie yelled at them from her porch. It was far too hot for her; she couldn’t believe how the weather had changed; it only a few days ago that there had been electrical storms. She went inside her house shaking her head “Kids of today”

The boys stopped and were untangling themselves from each other and the hose pipe, when they saw a teenage boy called Tom Miller about a year older than Dean from several doors down coming out of his house, he wore a white plain T-shirt and stonewash jeans they were covered in blood, his parent’s blood; in his hand he held a blood covered knife which he had used to slaughter them. He exchanged a look with Dean, who without saying a word stood up and walked back inside the house. Dean knew what he had to do; he went straight to his father’s bedroom, opened the wardrobe door and took out his father’s two spare guns, as he was loading them Sam came into the room.

“You know what you have to do?” Dean asked handing Sam one of the loaded guns

“Yeah” Sam replied

They went back outside where Tom was waiting for them, Dean walked down the driveway towards him All around them in the street other teenage boys were killing their parents, family members and complete strangers with anything they could us as a weapon. Dean looked down the street and then turned to see Sam point the gun at Mrs Mackenzie who had just returned to her seat on her porch with a cool drink.

Mrs Mackenzie saw the gun and screamed; Sam shot her in the head without a second thought; he turned and started walking towards Dean.

Sam and Dean followed Tom, it was the same on every road, street and avenue; teenage boys were killing everybody except boys in their teens, other teenage boys joined them as they made their way towards the shopping mall.

Inside the mall it was a typical busy Saturday, but today screams and gunshots could be heard. Dean walked into a sport shop and walked up to the terrified young shop assistant who was calling for the police. She dropped the phone

“Please don’t shot!” she pleaded

On a normal day Dean would have been asking her for her phone number but not today he shot her twice in the head, turning on his heels he left the shop and moved onto the next.

Just over an hundred teenage boys shot, stabbed; clubbed their way through the men, women, babies, girls doing their shopping and the employees of the mall. When they were sure nobody was left alive they sat down crossed legged on the mall floor and waited silently.

A teenage boy came out of the shadows, he walked over to one of the boys seating on the floor and slit his throat, he collected the blood in a goblet, his eyes turning black, he stirred the warm blood with his finger and spoke into it “Master, stage one of the test was successful. We are ready for stage two.”

“Yes master” the demon replied to a command that only he could hear.

“I’ll pick one hundred and kill the rest” the demon said

The mall lights flickered off and on; they continued to flicker for several minutes and then they returned to normal. One hundred of the teenage boys were no longer sitting on the floor they had vanished and the rest were dead.

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It was stiflingly hot in Bobby truck; all the windows were open to allow what little breeze there was to cool them down. It was Sunday afternoon and they were heading back to Oakwell, the hunt had gone well and they were in high spirits as it had been a paying gig. John was looking forward to see his boys and as promised he would take them out for pizza.

Bobby wiped the sweat off his face with an old cloth he found in the glove compartment. John was busy writing in his journal about the hunt; no doubt Dean would want to know every little detail. They were only a few miles away from Oakwell now and they were both looking forward to a cool beer.

As Bobby drove down the back road towards the town he could see a road block up ahead so he began to slow down. A Police Officer waved for him to stop and then strolled towards the driver’s side window and removed his sunglasses,

“What’s going on Officer” Bobby asked

“I’m sorry the road closed, where are you heading” the Officer asked

It was John who leaned over to the driver’s side and answered “Oakwell I live there”

“What’s your name sir?” The Officer asked

“John Winchester why?”

“Please can you pullover to the side of the road and park it up, an FBI agent will be along shortly to talk to you” the Officer replied

“What’s happened?” John asked

“The FBI agent will explain sir” the officer waved them on speaking into his walkie talkie.

Bobby pulled to the side of the road as instructed; they climbed out of the truck and watched the officer telling others drivers to turn their cars around.

They stood in silence, John was deep in thought about what could have happened, he never heard the FBI agent approach with a clipboard in his hand

“John Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me” John turned to face the FBI agent, he was shorter than John, mid thirties with short cut brown hair and blue eyes, he wore black trousers and tie with a white shirt.

“I am special agent Stevenson, you are the father of Dean and Samuel Winchester” he said looking at down at the sheet of paper on the clipboard.

“Yes, can you please tell me what going on?” John insides were beginning to knot up

Stevenson ignored John’s question and said to Bobby “and you are?”

“I’m Bobby Singer, their uncle” Bobby lied

“Please follow me” Stevenson said to them both. They followed him into a white tent where other agents sat with TV and video equipment.

“We have the town under quarantine because the water supply was contaminated with a toxin which our experts are now working on to identify. The contaminated water had an effect on some of the town folk they turned on the others and I’m sorry to say they murdered them.” Agent Stevenson informed them

“Are my boys alright?” John asked nervously

“We don’t know” Stevenson replied “Your sons have vanished along with 98 other teenage boys”

“What do you mean vanished?” John rose to his full height

From behind John Special Agent Anderson entered the tent he was very similar to Stevenson in looks “Stevenson tune into channel 5 on the TV, you need to see this” he informed him

Stevenson rushed over to the TV and tuned into channel 5, it was all over the news

“How the hell did this leek out?” he yelled at nobody in specific.

Everyone in the tent watched the woman reporter standing just outside the quarantined area where she was talking into her microphone “We are just outside the town of Oakwell Massachusetts where we have learnt that yesterday over one hundred teenage boys turned without any warning or provocation on the town folk and murdered them in cold blood, in what can only be described as a blood bath, then one hundred of those same teenage boys just vanished into thin air, nobody seems to know where, what we are now calling them The Oakwell 100 disappeared to. We will keep you updated on any further developments; this is Sally Brown reporting for…”

Stevenson switched the TV off and said “The press are going to have a field day with this”

“Are you saying that my boys turned on the town folk?” John yelled at Stevenson.

Stevenson turned to the video technician “show them the security tape from the shopping mall”

The technician started the video tape, John and Bobby watched the tape opened mouth. It showed teenage boys running through the mall brutally killing people doing their shopping. John tensed when it showed Dean walking calmly into the sports shop and putting two bullets into a sale’s assistants head. John asked the technician to stop the tape, he looked at the image of Dean on the small TV screen; Dean’s face was blank there were no signs any of emotion like anger or fear. John told the technician to continue, further along the tape it showed Sam shooting a woman in the back who was trying to escape from the mall. The tape stopped just after the teenage boys disappeared.

John and Bobby looked at each other, they knew what flickering lights meant; demons had to be involved.

“We have set up a command centre in the school, you will be able to meet some of the other lucky parents and relatives who were out of town yesterday, Agent Anderson will take you there” Stevenson informed them.

John huffed he didn’t consider himself lucky. As they walked out of the tent after Anderson, John whispered to Bobby “You think it was a demon that contaminated the water, a demonic virus?

“I don’t know John, if it was a virus why did it only affect the teenage boys?” Bobby asked

“I don’t know” John replied

They climbed into the back of a van and Anderson climbed in after them. The van took off in the direction of the road block, the van stopped at the barriers, they could hear the press asking the driver what was going on, the driver of the van waited in silence until the barrier was removed and then he drove on towards the town of Oakwell, once there he parked the van outside the school.

John and Bobby entered the hall inside the Oakwell School; John looked around him there were rows of desk with electronic equipment on and the walls were covered with photographs of the missing 100 boys. Under each picture was the boys name and age. John strolled along the wall and found Sam and Dean’s photographs, the photographs had only been taken about weeks ago for the school year book. He ran his fingers over their photographs; he should never have left them behind. He vowed there and then to their photographs he would get them back no matter what it took, he was going to get them back.

Bobby turned when he heard raised voices coming from another room; he went to investigate what was going on. A few relatives were demanding answers, if they knew the truth they wouldn’t be able to handle it, Bobby thought to himself. He knew they wouldn’t find any answers here; the FBI had no idea what they were dealing with, this was a job for hunters.

Bobby walked over to John, who was stilling looking at his sons photographs he was about to say to John want he’d been thinking when John turned to him

“Were not going to find any answers here Bobby”

“I was just about to say the same thing to you John” Bobby replied

John received permission from Agent Anderson to go to his house. He packed all his gear and the boys and loaded them into the impala. He took one last look around the house remembering the good times he and his boys shared there and then he climbed into the impala with Bobby and drove out of town once again through the line of press. Neither one spoke to the press as they questioned who they were, John just growled at them.

The yellow-eyed demon stood on a hill looking down on the town of Oakwell. The first stage of the test was successfully but how many of the so called Oakwell 100 would survive the second stage, only the strongest would go on to the third stage, only time would tell he thought to himself. He turned his back on Oakwell and walked away, this was just the beginning more deaths would soon follow.

TBC