The hunt had gone sideways.

Like six highways from hell sideways. John had thought that there was only three werewolves in the area, all his research had pointed to that but as soon as he and his boys had burst into the old abandoned house, that fact had quickly changed.

There was seven - seven fucking werewolves - a pack. It was rare that they came together like this the majority being lone wolves. After taking down three they soon became overpowered and now the Winchester trio was bound. This was fan-freaking-tastic.

''So what now?'' Dean asked, ''I'm working on it.'' Came John's gruff reply, Sam was quiet brain working to find ways to get the hell outta this place. They'd been left for way over an hour now the remaining wolves were more than likely plotting the Winchester's demise.

The door opened and the wolves stalked their way in predatory smiles plastered on their faces, obviously smug in capturing the trio. Two males strode in, one with a nasty scar reaching from one corner of his face to the other, the other was huge. They were quickly followed by the rest of the pack, all of them were large in build it would be a task just to take down one of these sons of bitches without coming out with a few battle scars, you know the ones that would cause you to bleed out?

''I can't believe this,'' An older grey haired male spoke huffing a breath, ''Capturing the Winchester's, this has been a very exciting day.''

The wolves watched them with hungry eyes but not one of them moved the one with the scar got a little too close for comfort, sniffing close to Dean. ''Woah there scar face, fancy taking a step back?''

Dean felt the sting from the backhand causing his neck to burn from the force, You should treat me with a little more respect, human.''

''Sven! Enough!''

The werewolf Sven, growled low in his throat bearing his teeth in a not so friendly fashion before standing straight and walking away.

''Such a good puppy.''

''Shut up, Dean.'' Sam warned through clenched teeth, ''You should listen to your brother, he seems to be the smart one.'' Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. The werewolves were becoming agitated pacing like feral animals, every now and again they would growl at one another if one stepped too close to the brothers. This was the first time the Winchesters had seen pack behaviour among werewolves because it was uncommon, they were as the name suggests lone wolves. There was clearly some form of hierarchy, the one with the scar being second in command to the much bigger grey haired wolf..

''Well what are you waiting for?'' John spoke through clenched teeth the behaviour of the wolves starting to make him uneasy. ''Alpha, the alpha is coming.'' Grey hair smirked, ''We're offering you to him.''

A loud screech of the doors was enough to rip their attention away from the meal that they were currently drooling over but the person who was stood at the entrance was not who the Winchesters were expecting. The term Alpha, usual represented with a male someone who is bigger, stronger, faster and smarter than the others. Considering that the Alpha is the very first of the species to walk the earth they were expecting a much older wolf - not the young female that was looking at them.

She looked to be that same age as Sammy but there was something about her the air around them thickened with energy. John felt like his entire body was vibrating. Whether from fear - something he felt as if he was hiding very well or the backlash of power that just nearly brought the house down on top of him and his boys he didn't know. He'd never seen a creature with this much power. There was a strong powerful ripple of power that came from the girl, enough to make her dark purple hair fan out slightly.

The wolves behaviour changed dramatically the cocky predatory looks were gone replaced with wide eyed stares, raised eyebrows and a furrowed brows, tightly clenched mouths they were scared no, it was more than that they were petrified.

''Who are you?''

''That's none of your concern.'' She spoke smoothly an air of confidence around her the smile she wore left John feeling uneasy. ''Unfortunately I can't let you kill the Winchester they are fair more,'' She smirked, ''Valuable.''

''We need then.'' Sven growled but the girl simply raised an eyebrow, ''You're nothing more than an overgrown puppy who prays on the weak,'' Her gaze hardened, ''I don't like you or any of you.'' She raised her hand power congealing in the palm of her hand swirls of deep purple and black before she flicked her wrist, the ball of concentrated power shot out striking the wolves right in the heart.

They let out a howl of pain before dropping to the floor the Winchester's watched in horror fear striking deep within them they haven't faced anything like her before. She made her way over a table were there weapons had been placed after they were stripped off them, she picked up Dean's gun holding it up to admire the weapon, ''Colt M1911A1 .45 caliber handgun, seven-round, single stacked, nickel plated with ivory handles; you boys have nice taste in weapons.''

''You wouldn't be staying that if it was in my hands, pointed at that little heart of yours.'' Dean spoke through gritted teeth. The girl simply smiled, ''All you hunters are the same, just because something isn't to your definition as 'human'." She made air quotations, "You see it as vermin that has to be exterminated.''

She let out a small sigh, ''It must be boring living in a world so black and white.'' The girl hopped up onto the table twirling one of the silver blades over her fingers. ''So whatcha gonna do now kill us?'' Sam spoke for the first time and the girl let out a laugh so hard she ended up smacking the table clearly finding the situation highly amusing.

''Oh Samuel,'' She wiped her eyes, ''You are simply adorable.''

''How do you know my name?'' Smiling once again the girl climbed off the table to stand in front of Sam, ''Get away from my brother you bitch.''

''Then there is the overprotective older brother, Dean.'' Finally she turned her attention to their dad, ''Papa Winchester himself, John.''

''Who the fuck are you?'' Growling, John had enough of her bullshit but the girl was clearly not do playing her stupid little games as she smiled at him mockingly, snorted and pushed herself back onto the table before turning dark, unamused eyes on John. "Good question Johnny boy. You wanna rephrase it more politely and you just might get an answer."

''How do you know our names?'' Sam asked again but was calm in his approach, ''Cos Samuel every Demon down in the pit of hell know who the Winchester's are.''

''You're a fucking demon?'' John was getting more and more angry, She widened her stance squaring her shoulders, "You're not wrong." She answered after a moment. John raised an eyebrow, ''But I ain't right either.''

A wry smirk pulled at her lips. This hunter wasn't so bad. Definitely smarter than the last one that tried to get her. "No, not really."

"You ain't gonna just satisfy my curiosity and tell me, are you?" John said knowingly. Shaking her head and standing she rocked back on her heels. "Nope. You'll only ever learn something if you figure out the answer for yourself."

"You've a smart assed mouth on you." She laughed and clicked her fingers releasing the binds that were holding them in place. She smiled again this time dimples showing. It was strange. This thing looked so young and almost innocent. It wasn't, John knew that but there was a sense of innocence about her.

Hardened eyes turned soft as she looked upon the trio head tipped to the side as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her black jeans, ''I'm sorry for what happened to Mary.''

John tensed and Dean sucked in a breath just at the mention of Mary's name like someone had rip a band aid right of a healing - somewhat healing - scab. Pain arced through the older man's chest and he staggered backward with it. "What the hell do you know about my wife," He growled, anger and old hurt twisting his face grotesquely. She just watched him with blank, unreadable eyes. "I know you loved her very much." Sam said at first then flicked his eyes away and to the side. "What happened was wrong, it should never have happened. A hiss of anger and outrage broke from John and he clinched his fists at his sides, "You shut the fuck up about my wife. You don't know shit about my wife."

''That part is true but from what I've heard she love you and your boys very much,'' She spoke calmly despite John's climbing anger. The girl seemed unfazed walking to stop in front of Sam but Dean was quicker putting himself between her and his younger brother. Quirking an eyebrow at the elder brothers antics she went to push him out of the way but didn't quite get there as John thrusted a long silver blade through her heart.

But nothing happened.

''Well that was rude.'' John wrenched the blade back out a trail of blood following it's path dripping onto the already dirty carpet. ''Damaging my brand new jacket.'' Rolling her eyes she turned around to face John who had a gun ready and waiting.

''What you gonna do? Shoot me?'' John emptied the clip but the bullets didn't even make his target as they stayed airborne in the space between them before dropping to the floor with a clatter. ''Are you done? Yeah? Good.''

Pushing Dean out of the way she threw out her arm an invisible power wrapped around him keeping him from moving. She stood toe to toe with Sam who towered over the girl, the youngest Winchester held her gaze it was impossible for him to look away from those purple eyes as if they demanded his attention, the sheer force of the power that envelop around him stole his breath.

She smiled in approval breaking out into a wide grin dimples and all, ''Now I see what all the fuss is about I see what he see's in you.'' Releasing the hold she had on Dean who fell to his knees, she simply walked past him walking to the door but she stopped, ''If you need anything all you have to do is call.''

Turning around her eyes gleamed a cosmic shade of purple pupil forming a cat eyed slit, ''They call me Nyx.''

With a click of her fingers she was gone leaving the three Winchester's shaken and trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.