A/N: Love Sam and Dean, mainly Dean, but nope, they aren't mine.

Hi again! I can't seem to stay away from my writing too long. This was an idea I had in my mind for quite some time now. Hope you enjoy!! I appreciate if you can leave reviews. Gimme your opinion, they mean a lot to me!

Warning: Possible tiny bit spoiler for third season!!!!! Just wanna let you know, might be true or not.

Summary: Are the boys hunting or being hunted by an unusual enemy?

Chapter one: The corpse-eater

The boys came walking through the cemetery slowly, without making noises, placing their feet gently over the leaves on the floor; no sound was allowed to get this job done.
Dean was walking in front of Sam as usual, always protective, holding his shotgun steadily and ready to shoot.
Sam followed his brother's lead holding his own gun, trying not to make any noises too.
It was past midnight, in a cold night of November, the cemetery was foggy and dark, only lighted by the moon. The trees were swaying with the freezing wind from winter.
It was one of the biggest cemeteries the boys had been to, huge tombs with sculptures of angels, people, saints seemed to turn the place into a labyrinth, stones that were three times taller than them.

From a humbler tomb only covered in dirt, they spotted the target. The ugly corpse-eater had already dug the body from the tomb, cracked the coffin open and was fiercely devouring the rotting flesh with sharp teeth. The smell of death seemed to open its appetite even more. The creature was similar to a zombie with sharp teeth and a deformed body. It didn't eat live people, only the dead. Said the legend, corpses eaten by corpse –eaters would turn into pigs afterwards. Sam and Dean didn't know that for sure, but legends changed from place to place, it could be just a rumor. The problem with corpse-eaters was they also attracted Aswangs. Aswangs were dangerous and were a huge and bigger problem to them. It was better to eliminate the smaller problem.

Aswangs are able to know when a person is near death because he smells like a rip jack fruit; these corpse-eaters then cling to the joist close to the sickbed, sniffling eagerly. They communicate the news to other corpse-eaters and all zoom in. After the feasting on the dead, these creatures get greedier and set upon the relatives keeping vigil.

Sam and Dean took a position a fair distance from the creature. Any sound would scare it away. Dean got to his knees slowly. Sam did the same, covering his brother.

Dean was aiming; swallowing his vomit, there was nothing more disgusting then seeing a creature eating rotten flesh as if it was a Thanks-giving turkey.
Sam took a deep breath, his nose itched and he bit his lips. Dean heard his brother's deep breathing and looked behind his shoulder. Sam was holding in a sneeze. Dean looked at him with eyes wide opened that said, don't you dare sneeze now. But...who the hell is able to hold a sneeze? Sam tried, he really tried. His mouth opened again, involuntarily, and a loud sneeze came out, relieving his itchy nose immediately.

Dean looked at the creature that had dropped the semi-eaten corpse right away. He even tried a fast shot at it, but the damn creature was too fast and before being hit by Dean's perfect aim ,it ran away and disappeared in the middle of the tombs. Sam shrugged to his brother. When you have to sneeze, you have to sneeze.

"Oh man! Just great sneeze–boy, you scared it away!" Dean said letting out a sigh.
"It's not like I chose to sneeze ya know". Sam said mocking Dean. "I tried to hold it back". Sam said actually holding a grin. It wasn't exactly a dangerous job or anything, besides the town wasn't bad and to stay one more night to hunt the corpse-eater another night wouldn't make a difference, because they hadn't had a decent, exciting job in a good while.

Dean approached the smelly corpse left behind. "Gross". No way he'd put that back in it's grave, the cemetery should have people to do that, people who got paid for it.
"Hey Sam, want a bite of our friend's dish here?" Dean said teasing Sam.
"I'll pass". Sam replied.

"Let's get going. We can get it tomorrow night". Sam said putting the gun back in his backpack.
"Yeah, but we could have gotten the job done, and then we'd be heading to a bar, get some drinks..."
"You'll go to the bar and get some drinks anyway". Sam said as a matter of fact. Dean pouted. Sam was right.
"Yeah, but I'd be happier if…" His phrase was cut by the sound of steps on the dried leaves on the floor.

Dean immediately pointed his gun to some direction behind his back where the sound came from. Little mistake of his, cause there was a gun aimed to the back of Sam's head. Sam had already put his gun in his bag.

"Drop the shotgun sweetheart" A female voice said. Dean clenched his jaw and cussed himself as he looked back to his brother, who had his hands up in the air.

"Damn, where the hell did you come from?" Dean said surprised, as he put the gun slowly on the floor.
"I'm the one aiming the gun to your brother's head, I ask the questions". In another situation, Dean'd be drooling over that woman. She was dressed in leather, tight leather that shaped her curves, the curves that belonged to a hell of a body. Generous breasts. Her hair was straight, long and possessed a shiny black color. Her white face seemed to belong to a doll. Dean almost let out a 'wow'.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, no need for violence". Dean said also putting his hands out, showing no harm.
"Can you get on with this faster, this is very uncomfortable". Sam said to the sensation of metal pressed against the back of his head.

"Sure sugar. Who are you, and why were you after that creature?" She asked demandingly.
"Why are you here sweetie?" Dean asked, having a feeling, it wasn't exactly normal to be face to face with matrix girl in a cemetery at that hour.
"I'm not your sweetie, and I asked first".
"We're hunters". Sam said before Dean would come up with a lie that would put them in more shit.
"Bounty hunters?" She asked pressing the gun further.
"No! Damn, we...hunt...evil things" Dean said kinda stuttering. That could sound very important or very ridiculous depending on the person. She raised her eyebrows.
"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We hunt supernatural".
"Sure Sam, give out our real names, we're wanted by the FBI but hey, who said she could possibly be FBI?" Dean said. If he could he'd slap Sam's head.

Surprisingly, the woman put the gun down. "I'm not FBI sugar. I'm a hunter too". She said smiling, letting aside all her coldness.
"I'm Natalie. You're Sam and Dean Winchester. I must say, it's nice to meet you". She said shaking Sam's hand with a huge smile. "Sorry about the gun". She shrugged.

"No problem". Sam said a little confused.
"Wait wait. How do you know about us?" That was Dean's dumb question. It made Natalie laugh.
"Every hunter knows about you, come on. Local news, in that bank? You and your bro are famous, almost legends among hunters".
"Great". Dean said relaxing a little more.
"So were you hunting that thing too?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Disgusting little thing. I also take care of bounty hunters, some of them hunt supernatural creatures, like the corpse –eater for... profit". She explained.

"Bastards". Dean said. He and Sam never made profit outta their job.

Suddenly, from the direction Dean had pointed his gun earlier; a man came running into their direction, like a lunatic, holding two guns, one in each hand pointed to the boys.
"Coming!!!!!" He shouted.

"What the fuck!" Dean said aiming his gun once again. Sam didn't lose time and opened his bag fast, also grabbing back his gun.

"What is this, loony's night out?" Dean said as he was soon facing the barrel of a gun. One side there was the man, apparently young too, maybe Dean's age pointing one gun at Dean's head and one at Sam's.
On the other side there were Sam and Dean pointing one gun each to the man's chest.

"Drop your gun!!" Dean shouted.
"You drop yours! Both of you!!" The man shouted back.
"Drop it!!! Now!!" Sam helped.
"Drop it!!
"No, you drop it!!!"
"Drop it!!!" A mess of mixed voices began among the three men. The shouting echoed through the cemetery.

Natalie just looked at the three men, they looked like idiots shouting at each other. She passed her hands over her face not believing it. What else was gonna happen? She got her gun and pointed to the sky, and shot it, scaring the three boys.

"Shut up!!!" She yelled. The three boys stopped shouting right away and looked at her, still pointing the guns to each other.

"All of you put the guns down". She said. "These are Sam and Dean, they're hunters too." She said looking at the man.
"This is my moron hunting partner". She said looking at the boys.
"And boyfriend". He said feeling offended.
"And moron boyfriend too. This is Drew". The boys relaxed right away, putting their guns down.
"You always forget the boyfriend part".
"We're hunting; when we hunt you're my hunting partner".
"Yeah but you could mention we date". He said hurt. Sam and Dean exchanged a look. Who the hell were these two?
"I'm not having this conversation with you again Drew. And why did you come shouting like a mad man??" She asked putting her own gun away.
"I thought you were in danger!" He said being a good boyfriend...or hunting partner.
Dean crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the scene amused. "Some popcorn." He whispered to Sam. "And this would be better than the movies".
Sam shook his head giving Dean that look. The look that said, Dean was impossible.

"Did I seem to be in danger?? I was talking to them". She said the obvious.
"She actually had advantage over the both of us". Sam said, God knows why.
"Sam!" Dean looked at him not believing he had said that. Sam shrugged.
Natalie placed her hands on her hips grinning at Sam's words. She was a girl but she could take care of herself. Drew had his jaw dropped.

"Well I...I was... I was just trying to be a good guy ok? Next time I'll let you be shot then". He said crossing his arms in front of his chest as a spoiled child.
"Fine! I'm the one who always saves your ass anyway!" She said making him look shocked.
"That's not true!" He said bringing out his male ego.
"Okay! You know what? How about we wrap the night?" Sam said interrupting their little private fight.
"Sam, if they need to talk let them talk". Dean was amused; he could care less if they would grab each other's neck.
"No talk is needed. If you guys wanna hit the road, Drew and I can finish this job tomorrow night, it's no biggie" Natalie affirmed. Drew nodded positively.
"No, what if there is an Aswang around. They're dangerous". Dean said, feeling like Drew wasn't really a hell of a hunter.
"Legend says there's a possibility for Aswangs to be around because of corpse-eaters, but that doesn't mean it's true. We didn't see any patterns. There are no Aswangs".

"Says you. We're gonna stay, period". Dean said challenging Natalie.
"This is ridiculous, four hunters for one little job like this". Natalie said trying to reason with him. It was Drew and Sam's turn to cross their arms and watch the discussion between Dean and Natalie.

"Your brother doesn't take no for an answer does he?" Drew asked.
"Natalie seems pretty stubborn herself". Sam pointed out.
"You've no idea". Drew had a pretty good idea.
"I do, more than you know". Sam also pointed out.

"Why don't you go look for another gig? It's just a bullet and the disgusting little rotten flesh eater is gone!" Dean said.
Natalie narrowed her eyes in a way that Dean sure hadn't seen a woman doing before. It was for some reason very intimidating. Dean swallowed hard but kept his posture.

"Fine, we'll go. It's not like we're hunting a demon or anything so special that is worth a fight. But I really hope an Aswang shows up, and I hope you'll need help and I hope the Aswang kick your butt just so I can come and save your pathetic ass".

Dean was gonna answer back but Sam, who was biting his lips not to laugh, grabbed Dean by the arm. "Let it go". He said.
Dean saw Natalie raising her eyebrows in satisfaction.
"Good luck with he corpse–eater". Drew shouted innocently as Natalie also pulled him by the arm to the other direction of the cemetery.

"They are kinda nice". Drew said shrugging.
"I don't think I like Dean". She said grabbing their car keys.

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"I don't like her". Dean said as they headed back to the Impala. Sam chuckled.
"I can't figure out why". Sam said ironically. "She seems very professional". Sam wouldn't agree of course.
"She had a gun pointed to your head dude!"
"She was being cautious; we'd do the same thing". Sam pointed out. Dean couldn't deny that was true.

"Which side are you on?" Dean slammed his baby's door, and turned on the radio as loud as he could. Back to the motel, but not without stopping by a bar first.

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The next night...

They did exactly the same thing and took the same caution. Baby steps over the leaves, not making a sound, guns in hand, that night they had a full moon lighting the cemetery, adding some color to the dark blue sky.

Once inside the cemetery...
The boys hid themselves behind the same tomb, sat down on the floor, the guns semi-positioned and waited.
"Ok, now we have to wait for the little sucker" Dean said leaning his head against the tomb. "Keep an eye for it, will ya?" He said closing his eyes.
"You're gonna sleep?" Sam asked not believing his brothers actions.
"If you hadn't sneezed it would be dead, do you really want to have this talk?" Dean said blackmailing Sam.
"Fine!" They waited.
And waited...
And waited some more...but, after a few hours freezing their asses, the night creature that was supposed to be dead, came approaching an easy grave slowly.The boys waited until the thing was distracted. The corpse-eater dug the grave with its long nails. The damn thing dug fast, incredibly fast. A few minutes, and another coffin was being cracked open.
There was the corpse –eater again. Minding its own business, eating the disgusting flesh of an already purple rotting body it dug.

"No sneezing" Dean mouthed to his brother without making a single sound.
"I won't". Sam mouthed back.
"On three". Dean mouthed again. Both of them took a position. With his hand he started the countdown.
One... Sam aimed his gun steadily, so did Dean.
Two... and...

And a sudden shot came and hit the little disgusting thing perfectly; making it fall dead over the body it was eating. The shot came from the left side of the cemetery.

"What the fuck?" Dean's words came out automatically and not happy at all.
Dean and Sam dropped their jaw in disbelief, Dean never got to 'three'.
They saw Natalie and Drew come out from behind a tomb. She waved her gun to the boys, cause she knew they were there, in satisfaction. Dean narrowed his eyes. He surely hadn't expected to see them any time soon.

"Uh oh". Sam said when he could literally see Dean's eyes getting red.
"I'm gonna kick her ass, what the hell is she still doing here??" Dean said as he got up and went towards Natalie.

Natalie and Drew approached the dead creature in disgust. At least it was dead. Dean stormed toward them. Drew swallowed hard, but Natalie... well, she was enjoying it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing??? That was my shot!" Dean yelled at her as if they were kids playing together and Natalie had stolen his favorite toy. "You can't do that!"
"Says who? I was there and I shot first, get over it!" She said calmly, without yelling, which made Dean's blood boil inside his veins. Dean bit the bottom of his lips hard and clenched his jaw. In his point of view someone was asking for war.

"You enjoy annoying me don't you?" Dean could see right through her.
"I have better things to do with my time than annoy you, now if you excuse me, Drew and I have to hit the road. It was nice meeting you guys". She said turning her back to Dean before he could answer.
Dean grabbed her arm tightly stopping her abruptly, turned her around in an unkind way and made her stare at him whether she wanted to or not. Drew thought about doing something, but knowing his girlfriend as he did, he knew the one in trouble wasn't really her.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. That was a shock even for him. Maybe because of the way she looked at him when he grabbed her. Maybe.
"Don't be a baby, it was a simple gig". She said staring deeply into his eyes, showing she didn't get intimidated by him at all, and then yanked her arm free. She took Drew's hand and started walking away without considering if Dean had more to say or not.

"We're not through yet!!" Dean yelled as she walked away.
"Yes we are, move on Dean!"

Sam approached his brother, kinda amused. "Did you see what she did??" Dean said.
"Yes, I did. You lost a discussion to a girl, you got speechless, and you didn't shoot the thing..."
"Hey!" Dean shushed him before Sam would go on. "I don't like her". Dean said again, assuring the fact to his brother, who ignored him as usual.
"Yeah whatever, we can find a better gig, I think I have a lead". Sam said as they walked back to the car, finding their way through the tombs.
"What did you find?" Dean hoped for something he could shoot into pieces.
"Not sure yet, need some more research, but if I'm right, it's big".
"How big?"
"Enough for you to have fun, dangerous".
"Great. Where to sneeze-boy?" Dean asked when they reached the gates of the cemetery, which they jumped of course. His baby was parked nearby, shining with the moon.
"Massachusetts"

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"I'm so excited I feel like grabbing you right here". Natalie said celebrating her victory. They got to their own car, parked on the other side of the road. Drew smiled.
"I wouldn't mind some grabbing". He said winking at her. "You'll get even more excited to know I already have our next gig". Natalie grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her, close enough so their lips would almost touch.

"Where?" Natalie asked Drew.
"Massachusetts".

TBC...

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