Arizona was a new one for Sam and Dean, especially rural Arizona. The desert stretched out around them as the Impala almost flew down the highway.

Last week a death had been reported in the newspapers: a coyote attack apparently. Though coyotes weren’t known for ripping out their victims‘ hearts. So after checking the moon phases quickly Sam was sure that it must’ve been a werewolf attack.

After taking a look at what had remained of the victim the two Winchester brother‘s decided to check out the ranch the man had worked on for several years. It was a few miles away from their motel, so when they arrived in the early afternoon the sun was beating down harshly.

They parked the Impala, before entering the ranch. Nobody was to be seen until Dean nudged Sam, gesturing to one of the round pens. There was someone riding a horse.

The sun stood in a way that you weren’t clearly visible and the cowboy hat on you head covered half your face. You didn’t seem to notice the two men until the approached the round pen, inspecting you before you eventually noticed them.