Supernatural: Reincarnated into the Hunt

James and Ash found a motel on the edge of Derry after driving around the quiet town. The place felt eerie, but the motel seemed clean and quiet enough to rest. They checked in, got their key, and headed to their room. It was small, with two single beds, a TV, and a faint smell of cleaning products.

After showering and eating the last of the snacks they brought, the two hunters settled onto their beds. The silence in the room was heavy, and the dim yellow light from the bedside lamp added to the tense atmosphere.

As James stared at the ceiling, he broke the quiet. "Our first hunt was weird, wasn't it?"

Ash turned on his side, propping his head on his hand. "You're telling me. More than thirty spirits crammed into that place, but the area around the manor felt normal. No cold spots, no creepy vibes—nothing you'd expect with that many ghosts."

James nodded, frowning. "It was like someone forced them to stay there but kept them from affecting the place."

Ash sighed. "I dug into every source I could find, but there's no record of anything like it. Nothing about why they were there or what was keeping them locked in."

James exhaled deeply. "I guess we'll never know. It'll just stay one of those unsolved mysteries."

Ash leaned back, clearly frustrated. "I hate that. I'm good at digging stuff up, and this one's just… blank. It doesn't make sense."

James glanced at his partner. "It's not your fault. Some things just don't have answers."

Ash gave a small nod but looked upset. He didn't like leaving questions unanswered, especially when they involved something as unusual as that hunt.

The room fell quiet again. Both hunters lay on their beds, the weight of their first hunt and the looming job in Derry heavy on their minds.

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The next morning, James woke up first. The light from dawn was creeping through the curtains. He stretched, glanced at the clock, and saw it was 8:30 a.m. The room felt cold and quiet. He looked over at Ash, who was still asleep, his blanket half on the floor. "Ash," James said, nudging him gently. "Time to get up. We've got a meeting with that cop Ellen told us about."

Ash groaned and rolled over. "Five more minutes, man," he mumbled, burying his face in the pillow.

James sighed, walked over, and gave him another nudge. "Come on, we can't be late. We need to meet him and get the details about the disappearances."

Ash sighed, pulled the blanket off, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Fine, I'm up," he said, still half asleep.

After getting dressed in their FBI outfits—suits, ties, and fake badges—they checked themselves in the mirror. "Do we look convincing?" Ash asked, adjusting his tie.

James smiled slightly. "We look like we belong. Let's hope the other cop buys it."

They left the motel and drove to the Derry Police Station. The town was still waking up, and the police station was a small, old brick building. Inside, it was calm but busy with officers moving around.

At the front desk, a young officer looked at them. "Can I help you?"

James stepped forward and showed his fake FBI badge, followed by Ash.

"Agents Miller and Agent Carter, FBI. We're here to see Officer Bill Hawkins."

The officer nodded and picked up the phone. After a brief call, he told them to follow him.

They were led to a small office at the back of the station. The nameplate on the door read Officer Bill Hawkins. Inside, a man in his forties was sitting at a desk, flipping through some papers. He looked up as they entered, his sharp eyes sizing them up.

"You must be the guys Ellen mentioned," Hawkins said, standing up and gesturing for them to sit.

James and Ash sat down, and Hawkins studied them for a moment before speaking. "Ellen said you were coming. Guess you're the kind of people who deal with things we can't handle."

James nodded. "That's right. Ellen said you had some info on the disappearances."

Hawkins let out a deep sigh. "It's been terrible. Kids aged 12 to 13 have been going missing. In the past month, seven kids in that age range have disappeared. No trace of them. Just gone."

Ash leaned forward. "Any leads? Anything at all?"

Hawkins shook his head. "Nothing. No signs of a struggle, no witnesses. It's like they vanished into thin air. The last one and the seventh one, Betty Ripsom, went missing last night on her way home."

James exchanged a look with Ash. "Do you know anything about her? Any strange things happening around where she disappeared?"

Hawkins frowned. "A neighbor said they heard something strange around the time she was walking home, but no one saw anything. We searched the area, but it's like she just disappeared."

Ash jotted down notes. "What about the other disappearances? Any connection? Same places, same times?"

Hawkins shook his head again. "No pattern. It's been all over town, at different times. The only thing in common is that they're all 12 or 13. And here's the weird part—every 27 years, kids go missing in Derry. This has been happening for decades."

James raised an eyebrow. "And no one knows why?"

Hawkins looked frustrated as he shook his head.

James leaned forward. "Betty's case and the other disappeared kids—can we see their files?"

Hawkins nodded. "I'll get you what you need."

"Thanks," Ash said, giving him a nod.

Hawkins went to a filing cabinet, grabbed a folder, and handed it to James.

Hawkins gave them a hard look. "Ellen said you guys were good. I hope she's right. These kids...their parents need answers. And whatever is going...needs to be stopped"

With the files in hand, James and Ash left the station. The morning air was crisp, and the town was beginning to wake up. They got into the car and started going through the files.

James opened the first folder, his fingers brushing over the crisp paper. He glanced at Ash, who was already taking notes. The first page had basic details—name, age, disappearance date, and location. The kid's name was George, 12 years old, and he had vanished on September 4th, almost a month ago.

"George Harrigan," James muttered, reading aloud. "Disappeared while playing with his paper boat in the streets. Last seen near the old storm drain down the road."

James continued. "The only witness was an old woman who lives near the drain."

Ash was curious. "An old woman?"

James nodded, flipping to the next page. "Her name's Margaret Whitley. She saw George, wearing a yellow raincoat, bending over the drain like he was staring at something."

Ash frowned. "Maybe the boat was washed inside it and he might be looking for it"

James continued, his face darkening. "Margaret said everything seemed fine when she first saw him. But when she looked back, he was gone. All that was left was blood, but it washed away quickly in the rain."

"Blood?" Ash repeated, his voice tense. "But no noise or struggle... that's creepy."

James closed the file, his face grim. "Well, it was raining cats and dogs that day...so it's pretty normal that she didn't hear anything."

James looked at the files, feeling the weight of the situation. "What now? Should we check out his house, talk with his parents or head straight to the drain?"

Ash shook his head. "No. I don't want to repeat what happened last time."

James glanced at his partner, sensing urgency in the case. "So what do you suggest?"

"We'll start at the library," Ash said firmly. "We need to gather information about the town, the history of the disappearances, and any connections we can find. After that, we'll circle the town, look for any more clues, and then we'll meet George's parents."

"As for the drain, we'll check it out later after we've gathered everything," Ash added.

James paused, thinking. Ash was being unusually cautious. "You seem pretty sure about this. Since when did you become so careful?"

Ash's voice grew serious. "This is the third time Ellen has ever warned me in my life as a hunter, and every time, it's been dangerous. I don't want to take any chances."

"So, we wait until we're sure?" James asked slowly.

Ash nodded. "Exactly. I'd rather take our time and get all the facts than rush in without knowing what we're up against."

James thought it over. He knew he had to become stronger quickly in order to confront the yellow eyed demon, but there was line between acting quickly and acting impulsively. He didn't want to die before finding his mother and he didn't want to be the person who caused his partner's death because of momentary impulsiveness either.

He knew Ash made a good point. They had been lucky in the past, but this time, luck might not be enough. Whatever was happening in Derry was more than just a simple hunt.

"Okay," James said finally. "We gather all the info first.."

Ash relaxed slightly. "Glad you agree."

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