Disclaim: I do not own Supernatural or its characters and I do not own anything of Wrong Turn either.
A/N: The story will be set after ELAC (Everybody loves a Clown) for the impala’s sake. (Anyone seen Wrong Turn, you’ll know that the mountain men steal your car in the movie)Wrong Turn Winchesters
Warning: This story rating may change to M for the horror theme, violence and course language but will stay the rating of T for now.Chapter 1 Mountain Men
Greenbrier Backcountry West Virginia
Mountain Bear Road
A young couple were driving out along Bear Mountain Road in their black jeep. A brunette woman wearing a navy tank top and black bike shorts sitting in the passenger seat and a young redhead man in turquoise button up shirt and army board shorts was at the wheel.
“Are you sure its safe out here Wesley? I heard there’s mountain men out here and lot of missing people come out here?” asked the woman staring at him.
“We’ll be fine out here Lisa, don’t worry. There are no mountain men out here. Its what people make up because of all of the missing people that come out here,” answered Wesley.
“Then how do explain all the missing people?” inquired Lisa,
“I don’t know,”
“How do you know that we wont go missing either?”
“We wont; we’ve got everything we need. I even brought a rifle just in case anything happens,” reasoned Wesley.
All of a sudden the jeep was hit from behind by another vehicle.
“What was that?” cried out Lisa, craning her neck and spotted a dirty yellow truck tailing them.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this bastard,” Wesley stepped on the accelerator but it didn’t stop anything. The truck once more hit the jeep harder than before sending the couple to the dashboard. The truck hit the jeep once more knocking out the couple and the jeep swerved into a tree. The truck had stopped as well and out stepped three dirty mountain men. One with one eye poked out clothed in a maroon shirt tucked in his track pants and dark brown greasy hair, another one had three fingers and was scrawny with only brown khakis on and the last had a saw tooth with a pale shirt on and pants.
Three fingers gave out a high pitch laugh and the others snorted. Removing his rapier three fingers opened the car door and dragged out the man. Grinning coldly he raised his rapier and brought it down repeatedly on his victim splattering the blood everywhere.A week later
Dean and Sam sat in another dusty dull van driving towards West Virginia woods. Dean was clad in a blue and white plaid shirt with biker boots and jeans. Sam had put on a black short-sleeved top along with his signature ripped jeans.
“This van is even worse than the other one we had,” complained Dean,
“You should be more thankful, we were lucky Bobby let us borrow this van after we left the other one on the road,” rationalized Sam.
“I can’t wait til my baby’s up and running,”
“Well its almost ready but took a bit longer since its new additional, err, markings,” stated Sam,
“So, give me the low down again?” asked Dean.
“Lisa and Wesley Simmons were reported missing. Their last visit was in Greenbrier Backcountry West Virginia. They’re not the only ones missing,” informed Sam,
“There’s been more?”
“A lot more, emphasis on the lot,” answered Sam scanning all the papers in his hands.
“How long?” asked Dean,
“For centuries, don’t know when it started but a lot of people have ended up missing,” replied Sam.
“What does the cops think?”
“Well, every time a cop goes in the woods of Greenbrier Backcountry. They don’t come out,” answers Sam skipping through the papers.
“So, have any theories college boy?”
“Yeah, I do. Mountain Men,” Sam places back some of the documents and read through once more the ones in his hands.
“Yes, it fits perfectly with all the disappearances,” argues Sam,
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sammy. I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. Anyway, tell me about, this, err, mountain men?” asks Dean glancing at Sam.
“Well, they’re mutilated humans basically and immortal,” started Sam,
“Oh, we’re dealing with mutants,” remarked Dean as kept his eyes on the road.
“Yeah, mountain men have inscrutable language so there’s no way we can possibly understand what they are saying and they wont understand us much either,” continued Sam,
“Perfect, any more info on them?” asked Dean glancing at Sam.
“Uh, let see. They just really hungry and they chop, maim, anything like that to their victims and feed on it,”
“*Chuckles* yeah, that’s all I got so far,” finished Sam chucking the documents on the dashboard.
“So basically you’re telling me we’re dealing with cannibal mutant mountain men who hunts humans and are immortal,” verified Dean.
“You sure this our kind of gig?” asked Dean glancing at Sam,
“Well, they’re immortal, they’re evil who hunt humans. It’s our case, plus we have nothing better to do. You’ve been under the hood of the impala too long so I thought maybe we should go on a hunt,” told Sam
“All right, I guess its no harm checking this out,” Dean stared at the road and glanced back at Sam
“Do you know how to kill them,” added Dean,
“No but I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” said Sam, Dean rolled his eyes.
“Perfect,” grumbled Dean.Mountain Bear Road
“I can’t believe you forgot to charge up our phones Dean, how the hell are going to call for help if our phones almost flat,” shouted Sam banging the dashboard with his fist.
“Look, Sammy. I’m sorry okay. I’m human,” apologized Dean as he accelerated. Sam shook his head in disbelief as he kept staring out the window. The van jumped up and down along the dirty bumpy road.
“Ow,” cried in pain Sam as he just bumped his head on the ceiling of the van. He rubbed his bump on his head; Dean cracked out laughing but soon received a death glare from Sam.
“Hey, I’m offended,” Heart put his hand on his chest while making a disappointed expression.
“And do I care,” remarked Sam crossing his arms. Dean lower lip pushed out as he kept going. Bang!
“What the f***?” shouted Dean but soon her lost control of the wheel and the van turned off the road and into the trees soon to be crashed. Dean was pushed forward to the dashboard with a cut on his forehead and Sam had smashed into the window with his arm that was now covered in cuts and bits of pieces of small glass jabbed in.
“Sammy,” cried Dean as he slowly sat back up.
“I’m fine,” mumbled back Sam as he took his arm off the windowsill. He raised his arm and took a closer look.
“My arm’s all right, not too much damaged,” Said Sam,
“Well, ain’t this fucking perfect,” whined Dean as he swung the car door open and slammed it to the trunk of the tree.
“Hey, Dean. Calm down,” eased Sam also stepping out of the van.
Dean scanned the road and immediately noticed the barber wire sitting on the road,
“Who leave barber wire sitting on the road,” complained Dean glancing back at Sam who disappeared somewhere along the trees.
Soon Sam stepped out with more barber wire in his hand. He chucked by his side and sighed.
“I just found more of the barber wire tied to the tree,” explained Sam crossing his arms.
“Son of a B****, the mountain men,”
“Yeah, we better get this stuff off the road and keep walking along the road. Find some place to camp out, oh. And we better grab our stuff from the van,” advised Sam,
Dean sighed as he followed the tied up barber wire. This was going to be a long hunt.A/N: I hope you like so far and please don’t forget to review.