Heyo! Alright, a few notes. First off, I think Dean Winchester in canon is straight, but for the sake of this fanfic, he isn't, he likes dudes too. He's also out to Sam, but not super vocal about it all. You'll learn more later :) Also, I own none of these boys except my main man R! So yeah, that should be all. Enjoy and feel free to review! I love to hear everyone's thoughts.
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Chapter 1
Sam had certainly learned about a lot of things in his time, of that there was no doubt. Math, science, law, monsters, ghosts, demons, the whole nine yards. But when it came to figuring out other hunters, he had absolutely no idea. Not that Sam believed he and his brother were the poster children for simple and uncomplicated thought processes, but they had nothing on the one they were dealing with now.
Over the past few months, a mystery hunter had been taking cases out from under the Winchester brothers. They would head to a town on the scent of some supernatural threat and begin to work the case, only to have it swept out from under them. One moment they're tracking down a vampire, the next she's found dead in her nest, her head separated from her shoulders. Werewolves, demons, ghosts, any monster imaginable was taken from them. Sure, they'd get a few cases here and there, but then the mystery hunter would pop up again, stealing another job out from under them.
The door to their small motel room opened, shocking Sam from his trance. Dean entered holding a cardboard coffee tray with two cups of the stuff. Sam felt relief wash over him, the two brothers relied on the stuff for energy.
"Hey," Dean greeted, moving some research papers with one hand and placing the drinks on the table, sliding one over to Sam and keeping one for himself, "This job's a bust. Mystery Dick's already caught the culprit." Sam groaned. Another lost hunt.
"What is his problem?! How are they moving this fast?" Sam questioned in exasperation.
"I dunno, man. It's weird. Seriously, even we don't hit cases that fast." Dean replied sympathetically, understanding his brother's irritation. He was itching for a successful hunt. They needed to do something, anything, and if they couldn't take on Lucifer, at least they could do some simple jobs. But this person was taking that all away from them.
"We have to do something, Dean. We can't just sit here and let this person walk all over us!" Sam exclaimed, closing his laptop with a huff, not even bothering to save his research he had found.
"I agree, Sam, but I dunno what we can do." Dean sighed, spinning one of the chairs around and sitting down, resting his arms on the back of it.
"Well, did he leave another note?"
"'Course he did, the cocky bastard." Dean fished his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, then placed it on the table in front of his brother.
Sam leaned over, already knowing exactly what to expect. It was a close up picture of a mahogany wood floor. It was almost perfect, except for the 'R' carved into it, presumably by a knife. Sam rolled his eyes and turned the phone off, more aggravated than before.
"He's gutsy, I'll give him that." Dean commented, having seen Sam's reaction many times before. Of course, the Winchester brothers asked around about this mysterious R figure, but other hunters weren't much happier to hear about it. They all showed similar feelings to Sam's, ranting and raving and cursing out this one case stealing miscreant.
The most information they ever got was from a woman named Lucille. She was a rough and tumble lady who clearly had no time for bullshit. She too seemed quite angry with R's actions, but she had actually found him. Out on a shapeshifter hunt, she had closed in on the monster's (who had taken the form of a middle aged man) location. But when she got there, she found the shifter dead. However, he wasn't alone. Standing over the corpse was a man who looked to be around thirty with dark brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin. Moderately tall, yet well built, it was clear he was the mystery hunter. But before Lucille could catch him, he bolted out the window and down the street.
"That kid could run." she ended her story with, taking a swig of her beer.
Despite this description, though, the Winchesters had never found him. He was always one step ahead of them, beating them to the catch. And at each scene, an R was carved, signalling his presence.
"A-Alright, maybe we track him down?" Sam suggested, calming down from his previous rage. "We find him and nab him."
"And have a conversation." Dean finished for him, pausing afterwards to think for a moment. "But how do we find Mystery Dick?" he asked.
"Well, he usually makes it to the crime scene before us, right?" It was clear Sam's mind was running a mile a minute, trying to think of some sort of idea, "So when we get there, we ask around. If we find out he's around, we..." He trailed off, trying to figure out another stage to the plan.
Dean picked up the train of thought, "We let him get to the baddie first, then we swoop in, take him down." Sam nodded in agreement, taking a swig of coffee.
"Yes, that's it."
"Great. Next time Mystery Dick shows himself, we'll take him out." Dean dipped with finality, kicking his feet up on the motel room table.
