I pace the dirt floor dramatically, wondering what to do next, but the thing is, I know what to do next. I have done this a million times before. Sweat is beading at my forehead and I could really go for a shower. I feel grimey and gross. I have a sharp hunting knife in my hand dripping with Dead Man's blood. I sigh deeply and rub my face with my unused hand.

"What's wrong? Can't get it up?" The vampire sitting across from me hisses. I have her strapped to a chair. She has gashes all along her arms, chest and neck from where I tortured her for information. Her stylish clothes are drenched in the thick, red liquid. "You'd be surprised how many woman can't-"

"Shut it!" I snapped, stopping in my tracks and pointing the blade at her. Vampires are known for having a slimey mouth but this was has been especially annoying.

I have been working this case for three days now. It takes place in a small farming town called Tekonsha, Michigan. It is about two and half hours from where I grew up. People have been turning up slaughtered all over. The citizens believe it's some psycho killer or maybe a rogue animal but I know what it is: vampires.

A group of them have been living here for awhile. They are nasty, evil creatures with no moral boundaries. I believe they are one of the most sinister monsters out there. They seduce people, use their weaknesses to lead them to their blood-sucking death. Unfortunately for them, I'm one of the best vampire hunters out there. They're my specialty.

"Or what?" The vampire retorts sarcastically. "You'll kill me?"

"No," I say, sinister smile plastered to my face. "I'll kill your little boyfriend." I gesture to the other vampires tied up in the other room. One by one, I knocked them all off as they entered the door. See, I'm very excellent at throwing knives. The Dead Man's blood made them weak enough to incapacitate and bind them up.

"You wouldn't." Her long, wavey brunette hair falls from behind her shoulder as she shakes her head in disbelief. Her deep brown eyes squint in pure hatred toward me.

"Oh, I would. You see, I hate your kind especially and I'm going to enjoy killing every last one of you." I smirk in defiance at her.

"And why's that? You hunt dozens and dozens of kinds of monsters. What make us so special? Did we do something to your family? Maybe a friend or two?" She cocks an eyebrow.

She was right. Vampires did do something but I was not going to let that bother me now. I had a job to finish. Without saying a word, I go to the other room. I help the only male vampire up and drag him to the the room I just came from. "Say good-bye," I whisper harshly. I then take out a machete and chop off the monster's head.

"No!" She cries out. "You cunt! I'll get you! I swear to God, I'll kill you."

"Aw, that's nice-" But before I can finish my comeback, I'm hit with a wave off confusion and light-headedness. I squeeze my eyes shut and press my hand against my forehead. Another vision. It's the angels again. I can't make out full sentences, like always but I do hear the same names I always do:

Castiel

Sam

Dean

Winchester

Winchester. That name sounds so familiar, but I can't place it.

The angel's voices grow ear-shattering loud along with sharp ringing sound and then everything is quiet. I shake my head and squint my eyes until my head is clear. I then walk over to the female vampire sitting in the chair. I grab her by her hair and throw her head back. I raise the machete and smash it down on her neck, decapitating her.

My phone then rings. The chorus of "Punching in a Dream" by The Naked and Famous fills the room. I find it ironic that such an upbeat song is in such a dreadful environment. I check the screen to see that's it is Lisa, my closest friend. "Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Rayne. When are you going to be home? Ben misses you like crazy." Her voice seems more cheerful than normal.

Ah, Ben, Lisa's son. What a great kid. He and I have always been really close. Since he never knew his father, he pretty much grew up with two moms: Lisa and me. Not to say that I'm masculine or anything but I take him hunting-with deer, not monsters. I would never want him to have this life. I hope better for him.

"I'll be home tomorrow. Is everything okay? Your voice sounds kind of... weird?" My brows furrow together, concerned for the sister I never had.

"Yeah, it's just... Dean is back." She breathes in relief and joy. I can hear her giggle, excited to have the man she loves back in her life.

I freeze. Dean? Dean Winchester? It all clicks now. I become incredibly wary. "I'll be home right away." I walk over to the rest of the vampires bound in the other room and decaptitate them all.

I drive all night to reach Lisa and Ben in Cicero, Indiana. The whole time I'm thinking about Dean coming back into their lives. Not that I don't like Dean, but I'm just worried. I know how destructive hunters can be in normal people's lives. I feel guilty sometimes just being around Ben and Lisa.

I'm also thinking about why the angels are talking about Dean and his brother, Sam. What do they want with him? My worry grows deeper as I think about the possible danger he is putting Ben and Lisa in. I grow furious at the thought of anything happening to them.

But I have another question: Who is Castiel?

When I pull into the driveway of Lisa's beautiful home, I burst through the door. "Lisa?" I call out. I then see him.

"Hello," he says. "You must be Rayne." He puts on a seemingly saracastic smile.

Dean Winchester got wrapped up in Lisa and Ben's lives way back before Ben was born. Dean and Lisa had a one-night-stand when Dean bailed. He returned to Cicero on job where Ben was almost hurt by a changling. Dean saved them but then left again once the case was closed.

"Where's Lisa?" I ask harshly.

"I'm right here, Rayne. Chill out." She come around the corner and stands next to me. "How was your hunt? Did you kill all the monsters?" She smiles.

"Yeah, it was fine." My eyes are locked on Dean. "Hey, can I talk to you...privately?" I finally break my hold and look at my friend.

"Sure," Lisa answers. She can tell something is not right. We move to the kitchen. "What's up?" She crosses her arms across her chest.

"Are you sure you want him back in your life?" My voice and expression are full of concern. I put my hands on my hips.

"Yes, I'm sure. Why don't you like him?" She walks toward me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong with him?"

"I just don't trust him." I shake my head, looking down at my leather boots. "He hurt you, Lisa. Way back then, he hurt you. I'm not going to let him do that you you again." I look up at her, tears in my eyes. "You have helped me so much. I can never let anything happen to you."

"I know," she says, rubbing my back. "But he has been through a lot too. He just went through hell. I need to help him now." She bites her lip.

"Fine then. If he stays, so do I. I'm moving in with you."