Training to fight the supernatural is one thing. Trying to find people who don't want to be found is simple but as soon as you add in two very hot very different brothers you have a problem. Especially if they have an issue with you, I don't see what their problem is, so what if we all track down the supernatural. But I mean in all seriousness if they call me an amateur one more time, I'm going to fire warning shots and its gonna hurt. I mean how dare they barge in on one of my cases and demand that I step down and let as they put it 'the professionals' deal with it. Urgh, they are so infuriating so now our compromise seems to be that we are all going to bring down this thing together. Great, more people means more chance that something will go wrong. Especially because I may not be completely human, I'm a shadow hunter. I'm trained to fight the darkness in the shadows and the creatures that lurk there. This is what I dedicate my life for and it was going perfectly well until they showed up. At least they know what they're dealing with which is better than most. So here I am with Sam next to me as Dean valiantly goes off ahead, I don't know if it's arrogance or actual care but having never experienced the latter, my votes with the first. The air as we move closer to the heart of the fog is stifling, suffocating as we inhale the fumes. Up ahead I see Dean collapsing to the floor with wheezing noises. I look behind me and tell Sam that he has to get Dean out of here and that I can do this. Luckily, he obviously treasures his brother's life over mine and helped get him out as I treaded softly back through the maze and fog. It had been a while since I'd had to deal with a Lyancea. Sadly, they were still around and I hated having to deal with them but a shadow hunter protects others and picks duty over happiness or at least they're supposed too. I saw it moving through the fog as quick as a flash and then I was on it, trying to find the jostler bone where the hollow above, if pressed with enough force would cause the beast to become immobile while I make the kill. Unfortunately, the beast doesn't seem to have any qualms about killing me so when I hit the rusty spike on the wall, blood went everywhere and bloody hell it hurts. But I have a job to do so I ran at the creature but at the last minute I rolled and managed to push the hollow and there's the creature on the floor at my mercy. Sadly for me, he threw me into a spike and I don't have time to make a slow torturous kill but then I never did like that. Quick and clean, almost painless. It's how I like to make my kills so with that beast down and now dead. I needed to get the hell out of here cause I was still losing a lot of blood and I may heal fast but I'm not immortal. No matter how hard I try to appear that way to the outside world. I don't know what I'm more annoyed about the fact that now I'm going to have to deal with the giant hole in my chest or the fact that I have a hole in my favourite jacket - I mean I'm not shallow or anything but seriously I dedicate my life to this and here's what I get in return, pain, scars, near-death experiences and holes in my clothes. I mean it's either bullet holes or rips or scratches. Always something happens to my clothes and I have to be blunt - it's not fair. I have to pay for my clothes, surely I could put down new clothes as job expenses but no... The Clave don't appreciate it. Urgh, yet another problem for tomorrow now I just have to face one very angry brother and one very concerned brother heading towards me. Unluckily, for them I'm not sure how long I can maintain my consciousness and they look very far away.