A/N: Aaand, I'm back. Gosh, that didn't take all that long, did it? It's only been a little over a week since I posted the ending to my last Homestuck fanfiction. Okay, well! To start, thanks for clicking, and if you're reading this part, thank you so much for actually bothering to read the author's note instead of just skipping right down to the story. If you've read my past work, hello again, nice to see you again, and if not, nice to /meet/ you, I hope you find my writing to your liking. Okay, okay, enough formal talk, down to the stuff that's actually important. First, in contrast to my last story, this is a /short/ story, it will be between 8 to 10 chapters, at most. Second, this is my first time writing in the point of view of a Strider, so try not to hate on me if I'm not very good at first. Third, in this story, I've decided to make Bro and Dirk two separate characters. Which is far from canon, obviously, but I'm not writing in canon. This is an AU. Last, and most important, this is something new I'm trying out. A completely different AU. Unlike my last story, which was a perfectly normal highschool love story, this AU is actually based off the TV show Supernatural- now wait, don't click away. It's not a crossover of any sort. The idea /spawned/ from the show. The point is, this is a world in which monsters exist, and there are hunters out there, who dedicate their lives to killing off the monsters. As you may have guessed, Dave, the main character, along with his siblings, are part of all that. And that's as far as I can say, and I think that's it! Happy reading, I suppose!

"Tell me again why the fuck I'm doing this?"

"Don't you ever wanna prove yourself to bro?"

"Who cares? It's not like he's around to see."

Silence.

It wasn't a sad silence, or an awkward silence.
Just a silence made out of pure aggravation.
That was how this family rolled.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my bro. It wasn't a begrudging statement. Though, I didn't care if Dirk saw it that way. He'd go off thinkin'
'aw shit, Dave has a thing against bro, what the fuck am I gonna do' only to find out that I was never sporting a grudge in the first place, I was just making the statement because it was the truth.

Leading him to think I felt something against bro that I never felt in the first place, had much more irony to it than just outwardly saying what I meant.

"Do you feel this conversation is really necessary?" Rose sighed, not taking the time to glance up from her book.

"Don't you think it would be less stressful if you'd just get out of the car, Dave? We do not really have time for laggards at this point."

"I'm not lagger-ing. Whatever the fuck that means." I replied.

"I'm just stating facts."

Okay, confused yet?

I bet you've got a lot of questions.

To name a few things that may or may not be going through your mind "why does Dave have to get out of the car?"

"What exactly does he have to prove to his mentioned bro?"

"Who's the bitchy chick in the back seat?"

Well, let me tell you, those are all valid questions, my friend. But it's a bit more complicated than just spouting out a couple of half-assed answers.

Sometimes you just gotta dig deeper, and there's no way around it.

First of all, (you've probably guessed this, but whatever), we're not exactly what people call a "normal family."

To start you off slow as to why, we don't really have parents. Mom died when I was six, and no one really knows what happened to dad. (Or, more likely, Bro knows, and just won't tell us.)
With an absent father, and no mother available, our older Bro, who was sixteen at the time, was forced to watch over an eight year old Dirk. And then there was me, who was the youngest. Or that's what we believed at the time.

It wasn't until about two years ago, our Bro showed up out of the fucking blue with this chick Dirk and I had never seen before. And my first thought had been 'shit, she's hot', and then soon after I was informed that she was actually related to us.

Total mood killer.

Rose was our half-sister, and her mother turned out to be unfit to raise her in the end. So they went to call our dad only to find out 'fuck, he's MIA'.

And though, it would have been easiest to just send her away, to foster care or some shit, we were her last chance of probably ever having a real family. What was one more, right?

Except that was totally wrong.

This has all sounded like a classic dysfunctional family story so far, right?

'Oh, absent father, close-knit brothers who need to help each other to survive'

No.
No, no, fuck that shit. I've been skipping around the important stuff.

Yeah, our mom died of natural causes. But the reason for our absent father?

Well, that was caused by a little something we liked to call, the family business.

Okay, let me just cut to the chase. I can't prolong this shit forever.

Monsters, Ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, things that you thought you'd see only in your nightmares, (or in Twilight, but isn't that worse than a nightmare? Dammit, I'm getting off subject), are real.

That monster you thought lived in your closest, or under your bed as a kid? There's a chance that those things weren't just your imagination running wild.

And what did all this have to do with us?
Well… we, among many others, were the ones who hunted those so called nightmares.

This is not for the irony, this is not a fucking joke.

You are not on candid camera.

The family business is what took our dad away from us. Hell, it was starting to take Bro away from us.

He was so wrapped up in the job,that it was getting to the point where he'd only call us once a month to check in on us.

Dirk, the second oldest, a 19 year old, only a year out of highschool, had basically become our main guardian.

It was getting close to a year since we'd seen Bro face to face. We were starting to wonder if we'd ever see him in person again. But we weren't ones to bitch and moan. We took what we could get.

And you'd think that seeing our dad slip away from us completely, and our Bro getting close to that point, that we'd say 'nope, it would be a dumbass move to get involved in this shit' well, uh... I wish we'd been that smart, but, no. You'd be wrong.

We'd basically been raised on this shit.

I had been slashing off vampire heads since I was 13 years old.

And Bro? Who knew how long he'd been at it. Obviously he was taught back when dad was still around.

It was pretty fucked up, but, we'd grown up like that, you know? It sort of didn't matter to us what people from the outside would think of it. It was the only life we'd ever known, plus, it wasn't like there were people from the outside interfering with this sort of thing, anyway.

"Dave, dude. Get out of your goddamn head already, they're all heading inside."

Dirk grabbed hold of my attention, and explained that everyone was heading inside the school building.

I glanced out the window and then turned back to Dirk, giving him a pleading look, though, then again he probably couldn't tell that it was pleading, because he obviously couldn't see my eyes through my shades.

I glanced back at Rose, who was ignoring us, reading intently through a book thicker than a damn encyclopedia, and acting like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Come on, Dave. You already know we don't have time for this shit." Dirk grimaced, beginning to sound stern.

I knew that I was acting more prickish than usual by stalling my departure, but I really hated being forced into another school.

It wasn't even the fact that I was doing a hunt all on my own, I was chill with that. But the fact that it was in a goddamn school.

And Dirk was just starting to seem okay with the idea of me dropping out, when this hunt came along.

Oh fucking joy, a haunted school.
An actual reason to force me back into it. This was just a way to ease me back into finishing highschool, probably.

The outside was beginning to look clearer. Less kids wandering about, nearly everyone had entered the building.

I finally manned the fuck up, and opened the car door, stepping out, I wasn't happy about it, but I was doing it.

"Oh! Shit, don't forget this." Dirk stopped me, pulling out of his pocket the key to the motel he'd checked me into, handing it to me hastily.

"I want a progress report, ASAP, okay?"

"Why didn't you enroll Rose in school? She's way more into than I am." I complained, slightly, stating a well-known fact.

"Because Rose and I have another hunt planned, all right?" Dirk replied, agitated.

"You mean to say, you have another hunt, in which you'll take me along, and then not let me contribute whatsoever." Rose informed.

"You, do me a favor and shut up." Dirk said, pointing in Rose's general direction, but not taking the time to look away from me.

"We'll have time to talk about that during the drive. Just go, Dave. You're late." Dirk tried to rush me off.

"You don't trust me to look after her, is that it?" I accused.

Dirk looked like he was ready to facepalm or some shit, he was that done with this conversation.

"Dave, don't pull that bullshit. You know, I trust you. As well as you know that despite how much it probably bothers you, she is safer with me."

"She, is capable of caring for herself." Rose chipped in.

Dirk held up a hand to silence both of us.

"Rose, again, shut up. Dave…go, okay? Call me when you have news."

I finally stopped arguing with him, because there was no point.

Fact of the matter was, a hunt was a hunt, and one of us had to take care of it. And this, well, this was the least troublesome option.

"Yeah, will do." I shrugged.

"Atta boy."

With that, Dirk and Rose were gone. I watched until the car was out of sight, my brother's beloved J-Pop playing loudly enough for me to hear for a few initial seconds even after the car was gone.

I turned, and looked at the tall school building that stood right in front of me.

It was just like any other public school I'd been to. It was tall, not very attractive, and there was an American flag waving majestically in the wind right outside.

Only difference between this school and the other ones I'd been to over the years, was when I went to all those other schools, I was there to learn.

But here?
Not this time. This time I was there with one intent, and one intent only; to gank a motherfucker.