Typical Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you to everyone and I hope you have been enjoying it.

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Pack o'Hunters

The demon has retreated again to where ever it goes during its times of hibernation or plotting. John Winchester has parted and gone in search of it without Dean and Sam, asking that they continue to hunt normally until he can find something. Reluctantly, they had agreed.

Dean and Sam sat in a diner located in a small town in Wyoming having a cup of coffee. Sam was looking at the pages he'd printed last night. "I can't find anything specific to let us know what might be killing these people. Just looking at the lunar cycles and the descriptions of wild animal wounds left on the victims, I'm willing to bet it's a werewolf," Sam said passing one of the pages to Dean. It was a newspaper article where the sheriff had made a statement indicating that they would be scouring nearby woods in search for something.

"Ha, they think it's a pack of wild dogs or coyote," Dean was saying as Sam suddenly coughed and almost choked on his coffee. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" Dean studied Sam for a brief second and then followed his gaze out the window.

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"Priests don't hunt!" Her voice carried throughout the church and echoed in the main chapel. She stood with her hands on hips defiantly glaring at Father Marcus. "You can't expect me to go on a hunting trip with him. He'll just get in the way."

Father Marcus just sighed, he could be very patient, even with her, "Kim, he needs a little experience. I've been on a hunt or two myself, as an observer. He needs to see what you go through and understand what is out there. He's new to our world." She just glared. "Kim, please, this hunt isn't going to be anything big I'm sure. He's been instructed to follow your every instruction to the letter and not get in your way."

Kim narrowed her eyes, "and what if it turns out to be something more and junior gets his butt killed."

"You have your orders. You will take Michael with you. You will also make sure he comes back in one piece for his ordination." Father Marcus smiled softly, "and don't call him junior while you're out. He's almost as old as you are and I'm sure that will offend him."

Her neck muscles became taunt but she said nothing. She just nodded and headed to her room to pack.

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Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. Across the road was the small motel that he and Dean had gotten a room in. In front of the office was a vehicle he knew he would never forget. It was burned into his memory and even looking at it now he could remember the license plate and view of that same black Tahoe leaving the bar so many months before.

Dean, on the other hand, never actually saw the Tahoe. What he did see and remember was the woman walking out of the office. Well built and strong, thick black hair past her shoulders, and walking with confident strides back to the SUV. She climbed in and began driving to the other side of the motel. Neither Sam nor Dean said a word; they just simultaneously stood up, Dean dropped some cash on the table, and they headed for the motel.

It didn't take long to find the room; they could hear her harshly talking to someone. As they got closer, they realized the door was still open. A man's voice was saying, "I'm not a baby, please don't call me junior. I am also quite capable of laying down protections in my own room."

"You're a priest, so I would expect you to know how to lay protections, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still a junior and priests don't hunt!" Dean and Sam couldn't help but look at each other, "she never met Pasteur Jim," Dean snickered. "So, I intend to make sure you get everything right and keep you safe until this job is done and I get you back home to be ordained."

"So, should we say 'hi' to them?" Sam asked as they stood a few doors down from the room. Dean didn't have time to answer because at that moment, Kim walked out of the room and looked straight at them.

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Sam's first impression of this woman was that he was toast. Her demeanor went from being casual annoyance as she walked out of the hotel room to a tiger about to pounce and rip the throat out of her prey. The change happened so fast that Sam's adrenaline went nuts and he froze in place. He could see Dean jerk in almost the same manner, except he raised his hands yelling, "whoa whoa whoa!"

Something banged and dropped in the room, a light mumbling, and then complete quiet. She wasn't moving, just staring down Sam with an occasional glance at Dean, who was now standing slightly between them with his hands still up, palms toward her, gesture of "please don't attack us" while he tried to regain his composure. Sam just swallowed hard and waited.

Dean tried to appear relaxed a little and lowered his hands, "we saw you from the diner across the street. We're staying at this motel too and thought we'd come by." He paused and when she didn't say anything, "I mean … since last time we saw each other it wasn't in the best of circumstances."

Kim watched them carefully judging their intentions. Sam had become a statue and even through Dean's comments the only movement was from his eyes and quickened breath. She kept still listening and refrained from bursting into laughter when she heard poor Michael in the room beside her. He'd had his shaving kit in his hand when she'd reacted to Sam and Dean. He'd been told over and over again to watch her closely and any indication from her that something was wrong, he was to follow her lead. When she reacted in such a threatening manner, Michael had panicked, back into and tripped over the bed, and dropped his shaving kit all over the floor. In the end, he'd just crouched next to the bed instead of actually standing up and was now sitting there with a wide-eyed look on his face watching for her instruction.