It's completely normal for a Hunter to die young. In fact, chances are that if you become a Hunter, you will probably die before you turn 50. Let's be honest. Hunters don't have a long lifespan. And if a Hunter starts a family… the lives of their loved ones can be held forfeit. When two Hunters decide to settle down and start a family… well. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone if that whole family gets wiped off the face of the planet. So despite everything, Rae was actually quite lucky. Not that she felt it. Instead she just felt anger. Pure, primordial anger. Anger so powerful it was a force of nature. Anger so intense all she could do was sit there, shaking from the urge to kill every demon in existence, despite the knowledge that, no matter how hard you try…

You can't. Kill. A demon.

Bobby looked around at the kid, silently cleaning another of his guns. She hadn't said a word since she got here. She was upset. She had just witnessed her family die. At her own hands. All because a demon had possessed her. And yet, somehow, this 16 year old kid had managed to fight off a demon, forcing it from her, and managed to haul her brother out. And he'd still died in her arms.

At least she had one body to bury, something that could be laid to rest, something that could help put all this behind her. He didn't know her true intentions. Didn't really know that the kid he watched grow up had completely changed. Any dreams and hopes she once had were gone. Now she had just one purpose in life.

She was a Hunter.

She had always been a Hunter.

It was what her mother had been.

It was what her father had been.

It was what she had never wanted to be.

It was what she was.

No. More than that.

It was who she was.