Chapter 1

The men of letters bunker.

Sam watched as Dean paced across the concrete floor of the main research area. Only minutes before had Sam revealed that two Hunters in New York had gone missing from their hide out. Both Dean and Sam knew the Hunters well, Charles and Kim. They were a married couple who had became Hunters after their two year old son was taken by Demons. All four of them had tracked down the Demon and slayed it but it was two late for their son.

"It's probably just a false alarm Dean." Sam tried to calm his brother, he knew nothing would get through but it was worth a try.

Dean stopped pacing to face Sam. "Are you kidding me? They would clock in every month and if they didn't than a distress call would come to us." Dean banged the table in frustration. "We need to go check this out."

Laughing lightly at Dean Sam continued to read out the Email. "If I do not respond to the Email then you should come looking for me." He paused, puzzling over the last bit. "Does that mean we have to Email them back just incase they forgot to clock in or something?" Sam shrugged as he closed the laptop.

"Grab your stuff Sammy, we're going to New York." Dean stalked towards his room, leaving Sam alone to ponder over the current situation.

Dean was acting weird of the case they had just come across. He never cared about cases unless it involved himself. When meeting the two Hunters not a year ago, Charles had spoken with Dean alone when Sam and Kim was preparing weapons. He never asked what they had talked about but now he wondered what was said.

Casually, Sam walked to his own room where he found his own things. Picking the essentials he met with Dean in the main room.

"Dean." Sam called his name as he began to take the steps two at a time.

Turning to face Sam he saw the worry on his brothers face. "Come on Sam. We don't have enough time for this."

In the car the journey was made in silence. Niether spoke to one another, only the sound of the radio played over the humming of the engine. It took a day and a half to reach New York and the journey was done in silence. Dean had been so worked up that when they stopped at a motel he had only slept a couple of hours. Something was eating away at Dean he just didn't know what.

Charles and Kin had bought a little appartment on the outskirts of New York for their Hunters hide out. Most Hunters chose shacks in the middle of nowhere but these two Hunters were different. Kin had said something about being in such a crowded place that the Demons didn't look for you.

Parking the car in front of the rather grey appartment building, Dean climbed out in a hurry. He was already opening the trunk before Sam could climb out of the car.

"So, whats the plan?" Sam asked as Dean grabbed his weapons of choice.

Outside it was dark, only the street lamp illuminated Dean's face as he spoke. "We go in there all guns blazing to make sure they're alright." Dean spun the revolver on a gun before tucking it into his pants.

"Don't you think we should knock first?" Sam picked out his own choice of weapons.

Nodding, Dean slammed the trunk closed. "We'll knock twice give them two minutes to ansewer then I'm picking the lock." Dean didn't wait for Sam's reply.

Entering the appartment building they headed up two flights of stairs before finding the faded brown door that read the number 78. Dean kept true to his word, he knocked twice, counted two minutes then broke into the appartment. Sam followed him down the bleak white hallway where the split and searched the other rooms. He had the bedroom and the study, while Dean took the living room and the kitchen. Shouting "Clear!" to Dean was a relief to Sam. Only when he entered the study did he call Dean to come look.

For a study room it was quite large, a window opened to look at the appartments across the street. A desk was placed in front of a wall full of images but what caught Sam's attention was how the books were scattered across the desk.

"Look."He told Dean when he entered the room.

Dean study the books carefully. "Are these the Game of Thrones books?" He closed the closet to him, seeing the titel 'A feast for crows'. He chuckled to himself. "Looks like they became big fans."

Sam nudged him in the ribbs as he pointed to the book at the center of them all, it was the only one that was closed. On top of the book lie a ruby, red like fire. It seemed to shimmer with the light too. "This one right here." He paused as her read the title aloud. "A clash of Kings. Thats the second book."

"Dude, how do you know that?" Dean laughed again, some of the earlier tention begining to fade.

"I've been reading the books but haven't had time to move on to the second one." He glared at Deam accusingly.

Raising his hands Dean stepped back. "That's what happens when you become a hunter."

"Yet you have time to read porn?" Sam retorted.

"Come on! Every man has time for Porn." Dean picked up the Red ruby from the book.

Sam went to grab the Ruby from him to inspect it himself. Instead of taking the gem from him he ended up frozen, holding the Ruby in Deans hand. Both were unable to move from there spots but were able to talk.

"Sammy, what's happening?" Dean frashed frantically but could not pull his hand away from Sam's.

Sam pulled hard on his own hand. "I don't know Dean."

"Valar morghulis." Whispered a young girls voice before the Darkness had engulfed them both.