Author Comments: Starts in season 2 before Jo runs away, I think. I keep getting the time line messed up, so if something pretty big is out of order… that's why.

Note: There might be a sequel.

Summary: The story of Jin Ai, a creature of the night, and Jo, a soon to be hunter that learns from the creature. They team up and both learn something valuable along the way- how to survive.

Come Away With Me

Carry On My Wayward Son

"Did you find anything over at the Cape?"

"Dead end."

"… well, shit."

"How's the case going?" The older male asked on the other end, and the female shook her head as she blew warm air into the freezing cold wind. She watched the white smoke rise and then fly, drift to her left, and disappear into the darkness. Her eyes darted to the dark trees on the side of the road, and the car she leaned against bounced under her weight as she moved.

"Shitty." She answered, and she heard a sigh on the other end of the phone. She reached up and started playing with the ends of her hair, dread locks held by large beads and miscellaneous strings and ribbons. Various crosses and other religious tokens were mixed in with her knotted hair.

"You want me to come down and help out cuttlefish?" He asked. For some odd reason the man liked to call people a different kind of animal each time he talked to them. He was just odd himself. He'd been a hunter just as long as Jin Ai, having gotten into the business for similar reasons, and ever since developed odd quirks from his travels. His hand had been crushed while hunting for an alp once, and ever since he has to travel with his girlfriend Alexandria.

"No, no, I can handle it. I'm going to go talk to the morgue lady and see what's up tomorrow. I just feel in the dark with this. Something ain't right."

"Relay the information to me. Maybe putting both of our minds together will help you out."

"You already know the information, though." She whined, and pulled the iPod out of her pocket. Sudoku flashed across the screen and immediately she placed an '8' in one of the boxes.

"I do, but apparently you don't. Relay it and maybe you'll figure something out."

"Okay, fine…. Jane Doe was found in the woods, dead, like the other girls that have been found mutilated over the past hundred years every 10 years. As far as I know, all the hunters on the case have either died or given up on it from lack of information." She spoke, bored, and suddenly shivered. It was cold, and it occurred to her that she might need a jacket. But then she shrugged. If she was going to get eaten, she probably wouldn't need it.

The deserted road was dark and empty; all except her and whatever else was there hunting women. Tall hundred year-old fir trees lined the edge of the road and made it impossible to see beyond a few feet.

"Any guesses as to what it is?" Jay asked on the other end, just goading the female on so as to make him seem smarter when he 'knew the answer'.

"… no." She finally said. She shrugged again as she debated again whether or not to get the jacket in the back seat. It's not far and it is cold.

"Really? No guesses at all? You've got the brain span of a Goldfish."

"Well what is it then, Mr. Know it all?"

"Well, my pet Gorilla, it is a Wendigo."

"Nope." She said immediately, and she could hear the falter in his voice. She shifted in her seat and eventually reached behind the seat to the brown leather jacket sprawled along the fabric seats.

"It has to be. It-"

"It's the right part of the country, but wrong way of killing. They were eaten alive in a short amount of time, not long. Wendigos keep their meat in storage so that they don't run out of it over the years. If the killings weren't on the full moon I'd say it had been a werewolf." She explained as she pulled her jacket on, smiling at both being right and being warm again. The cold wind met her face, now, but not her arms.

"… what's the MO on the victims?"

"Female, early twenties, different races, class, and education background. All abducted after-"

"Sorry Tiger, I've got to go. Pufferfish is calling."

"Kay Jay, I'll chat with you later." She said before hanging up, and then tossed her phone in the air and caught it. After flipping it a few more times in the air, she shifted the brown beanie on her head, got up from the car seat, and took one last look at the menacing forest.

"All girls disappeared here." She muttered to herself. She gave another glance at the windows of her car. She stepped back and shut the car door, the sound echoing in the dark trees and breaking the silence like glass.

Darkness.

Silence.

"They're taken from this very place… this road, anyway, and then their bodies are dumped all around the state. Twice every ten years, over the course of one month. Some day, within the week…." She looked around her again, smirk tugging at her lips as her right hand remained firmly on the gun in her pocket. "Someone is going to be taken."

2.

"I'm just a sweet transvestite… from transsexual, Transvaniaaaa~" She sang into the darkness, then yawning into her hand and resting her head on it again. Her foot tapped to the rhythm and when she didn't sing, she hummed. The car under her played the music from her iPod, medium volume loud enough for her to hear but not loud enough for passing cars to notice. For the most part it was a deserted road; no houses, no midnight walkers, hardly any deer, and she'd only seen one maybe two cars drive past in the past ten hours. Yes, she's been out there for ten hours.

Women had been kidnapped as early as eight at night and late as four in the morning. She wasn't quite sure why the police weren't patrolling this area; even an idiot could figure out the pattern. However, that was not her problem, nor her concern. Her only concern was killing whatever was killing young girls in the middle of the night.

She put her hand on her pocket again, checking for the umpteenth time that it was still there. Her fingers tapped the metal object to the rhythm briefly, then went back to be used as a pillow.

Yep. When it came for her, it would have another thing coming.

The girl yawned into her hand again. She looked at her phone to check the time, which said it was three in the morning.

Damn.

"Thank god for pepsi and songs about transvestites." She said to herself as she reached for the liquid at her side and took another gulp. A twig nearby snapped; her eyes darted to the trees that were shrouded in darkness. A little rabbit perked its ears up near a bush, and hopped closer to the car. "Good thing I'm not searching for the Holy Grail, eh? Or else you'd probably be taking my head off." She joked, and finished her drink before twisting the cap back on and setting it down.

She heard a car driving in the distance, and immediately her guard was up again. She twisted her head to look down the road behind her where headlights were coming into view, where an old car was cruising down the road with oldies music so loud she could hear it a mile away. When it got closer it apparently saw her car and pulled over to the side of the road just ahead of her.

Damn.

Whoever it was turned off their engine and it clicked to silence. A second later two men opened the side doors and stepped out. They leaned against the frame of the car and looked at her. "You having some car trouble?" They were near invisible in the dark.

"You the police?" She asked, and eyed them warily as they stepped away from the car and shut the doors. They walked towards her. "What are you lads doing all the way out here? It's, what, three in the morning?"

"FBI." The one who had been driving stated, and both of them pulled out their badges. The girl raised her flashlight and pointed it at them, to confirm what they were, then clicked it off and shrugged her shoulders. The one who had spoken had short brown hair, and the other one had dark slightly longer hair, and maybe a little taller. She couldn't tell anything else without proper light.

The song 'Monster Mash' started playing from her car speakers.

"So what are you doing out here?" The taller one asked. He glanced at the forest, suspicious of the intimidating darkness that resonated from it, and looked back at her.

"Enjoying the morning air. It's really peaceful this time of night, ya know?" She answered. Neither of them bought it. Stupid FBI agents.

"Miss you're going to have to come with us. You're the second person we've pulled off this road tonight and it's a dangerous week." The shorter one ordered, and stepped closer.

"Stop, racist bastards." She told him, and he froze. "Like hell I'm going anywhere with a couple of strangers."

"How are we racist? You're at a crime scene. You either come with us or vacate the premises."

"You're the feds and you're white. And this is public property. Jack ass."

"Are you antagonizing an officer?" The taller one asked. "We can just take you in right now-"

"What are your names? I'd like to be able to tell my boss what knuckle heads decided to impose on my ongoing investigation." She asked as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a wallet. She flipped it open. They shined a flashlight on it. A grin grew across her face.

"Agent Johnson and Gills. And what is your name, agent?" The shorter one, Agent Johnson, asked. Something moved in the trees, and all three reached for their weapons. Three flashlights were pointed in one area: a bush. Another rabbit with spots all over it hopped out of the bushes.

"It's just a rabbit. Place is full of them."

"… You mean that rabbit?" Gills asked as he pointed at a half eaten rabbit by the wheels of the woman's car. She leaned over the hood and looked at it. She mentally cursed and tried to figure out when, whatever did that, got so close- while keeping a cool façade to the FBI.

"Mother fucking coyote got that close and I didn't even hear it. Sneaky bastard." She cursed, and leaned back against the windshield again. The FBI agents looked each other before looking back at the girl.

"Until we get this cleared up you're coming with us." Anderson said as he stepped closer, but she put a hand up and shushed him.

"Sh… did you hear that?" She whispered, and they all stopped moving. They listened and looked around the darkness. She clicked her flashlight off. The boys did the same. They waited.

Silence.

"I don't hear anything."

"Sh."

In the distance they heard a scream, and simultaneously the two men turned and ran towards the sound. Down the road they could see head lights.

"Damn it!" The woman yelled, and jumped off of the hood and started running towards the parked car. The guys were a little faster but she kept up. When they got there they found an empty car, blood, and a ringing cell phone- no girl. They heard another scream in the woods and started running again. One of them insisted that she stay behind, but she easily bypassed them and headed for where they thought they heard the girl. "Let her go!" she screamed, but once the small group stopped running, they realized that the mysterious girl had stopped screaming.

They breathed heavily and tried to catch their breath, all the while looking around. They were now in unfamiliar territory, chasing something faster than them, and couldn't see shit.

"Stay close." One of the men told the girl, and she nodded but wasn't listening. They stood back to back, straining their ears to hear the girl or creature, but no such luck. All they could hear was their own breathing and the occasional cricket.

"What kind of Wendigo let's her scream twice?" She muttered to herself. One of the agents asked her to repeat that, but she ignored them and started walking back to the road. They could see the abducted woman's headlights from where they were.

"Are you a hunter?" Johnson asked as he and his partner followed her.

"I take it you are as well?" She asked without looking back. The pair exchanged glances before looking back at the strange dreadlocked woman. One of them almost slipped as they walked, the rain from the previous day making it slippery and muddy.

"Yeah, actually. You were using yourself as bait, weren't you? Going Rambo and taking the monster on head on?" One of them asked.

"Indeed I was."

"So what is it, then? So far we've only come across dead ends."

"Don't know, don't care. Goin ta kill the monster and," She stopped and turned towards them. "Save the gal." She said with a wink, and then faced forward again and kept walking. Her clever feet barely avoided tripping over a root and falling into a puddle of mud and, although they didn't see or notice, blood.

"Keep your guard up, we're not out of the woods yet. Literally." The taller one advised. Neither of them paid much mind to him.

"So you're, a, into chicks?"

"So why are ye boys out here at three in the morning? Little late to start patrol, don't ya think?"

"We started driving a couple hours ago. Bobby, a friend of ours, told us about the case earlier today." The taller one answered, and eventually they made it back to the road. They all started walking towards their cars, but when they saw something in the middle of the road, they stopped. The cold air seemed to rise at the excitement and nipped hungrily at their skin like mosquitoes made of ice. They all strained their eyes at the creature, barely able to see it in the darkness.

A man, only his shadowed figure visible in what little light there was, stood in the middle of the asphalt road. He was probably a good ten feet from their cars, an object (what looked like a knife) in his hand. It was like those scenes in a movie where someone is caught red handed with a knife, and just stands there, awestruck. They all pulled out their weapons again.

"Where's the girl?" The woman asked, but as soon as the words left her mouth he bolted into the forest with speed much faster than their own. "He's too fast for us to catch. Don't bother running after him."

"So we just let him go?"

"Yep. We'll get him next time." She told him, sounding much calmer than she felt.

When they reached their vehicles, the woman cursed as loud as she could yell and kicked at her flattened tires. So much for 'calm'. She was tempted to also kick the other man's tires, but seeing as they were probably her ride back to the motel, she refrained. Inside her car the stereo was smashed, rabbit bits smeared across the hood where she had been laying (the rabbits parts matching the placement of her limbs when she'd been laying down before), and like mentioned before, tires out of air.

"Looks like you royally pissed whatever it was off. At least that tells us one thing." Gills commented, and the girl turned towards him with a death glare.

"And what the hell is that?"

"This thing is smart. It knows you were waiting for it, and it was pissed."

"And why the hell did it kill my car but not yours?"

"It wants you out of here, and we're your only out." The other man answered with a toothy grin. The girl kicked the tire one more time before going into the beat up car to get her things.

3.

The next morning she woke up with a pounding headache and a talking door. Wait, no, screaming headache and pounding door. Someone was banging out the door.

Really, really loudly.

And yelling at her.

So, she had a headache, and talking and banging door. Wait, wait, that still doesn't sound right….

"Hey! Princess! Wake up!"

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She yelled as she rolled from one end of the red blanketed bed to the other. When she was within reading distance of the clock, she confirmed her suspicions. Early. "It's 3 in the fucking morning!"

"… it's 3 in the fucking afternoon." Another voice told her, and she groaned as she looked at her clock again. The numbers '0' '3' '0' and '2' all glared at her in bright red, blinking furiously and quickly. She tried to blink away the sleep and quietly cursed again.

Instead of yelling again and getting her voice hoarse, or worse, worsening her headache, she rolled again to her right and fell onto the ground with a loud 'thump'. Her shoulder cracked loudly, but not painfully. Then she crawled to the door, fixed her crooked beanie, and used the door handle to help her stand. After she was standing at the door, she looked down at her wrinkled shirt and pajama pants littered with printed hats. With a shrug, she finally pulled the door the open. The lock on it interfered, so she had to push it closed again, unlock it, then actually open it.

She looked at the two with raised eyebrows for a second, then yawned. When she yawned, she remembered that the shirt she was wearing said 'dykes and hats rocking it out'. She got it as a birthday present from some girl in high school. "You're the, uh, hunters I met the other day, right?"

The pair exchanged a quick glance but then looked back to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm Dean, this is Sam. We didn't catch-"

"Jin Ai."

"Sorry?"

"My name's Jin Ai. So, what is it you boys wanted me for?" She asked as she leaned tiredly against the door and yawned again into her hand. A hint of a German accent laced her tired voice.

"We can come back later, but we just wanted to know if you wanted to work together on the case or separately. We could probably get a lot more done with three heads than two and-"

"Sure, sure. Give me 'bout twenty minutes to, uh, get changed an stuff. Why don't we meet up at the little Handle Diner two blocks from here, say 3:30?" She suggested, and after they gave a nod and try to say something else, she shut the door and plopped back down on the bed.

4.

Forty minutes later they were in the diner, ordering greasy foods and drinking their coffee. The girl had changed into a more professional pinstriped suit, pulled her dreads into a ponytail, and still wore the brown beanie on her head. The dark circles under her eyes had been covered with make up, but alas, it couldn't be completely concealed. Both of the hunters sitting across from her glanced at her every few seconds when she got there, each wondering if she had drunken another bottle whiskey while they'd been waiting.

"As you can tell, I'm not a morning person." She commented a few minutes after she'd gotten there, coffee snuggled between her palms as she sipped at it quietly.

"It's not morning." Dean commented.

"Precisely." She commented, and didn't miss the confused or amused expressions on their faces. After she took another small sip of her coffee, she reached over to the suitcase on the chair next to hers, and opened it up. Her hands quickly skimmed through the papers they knew so well to find the ones she was looking for, and when they did, quickly and expertly snatched them out.

"Should we wait until the food gets here or-?"

"Lets get the formalities out of the way. I don't want to get grease on my papers." She explained as she pulled a near empty folder from the suitcase, put the papers inside, and then snapped the suit case closed. She tossed the folder to the taller one, Sam, and quickly brought the cup of coffee to her lips again.

"You seem very… efficient." Dean said with a smirk, and then looked at the folder in his brother's hands. Both of them blinked in mild surprise at the information before them.

"How did you get all of this? How did you get the drunkard husband to tell you any of this? Isn't he in prison?" Sam asked as he looked at the notes typed out before him, and skimmed through the papers with an incredulous gaze.

"It's all useless. None of it narrows down what exactly what took them. The only thing I've narrowed down is that it can't be passed as a human."

"What do you mean?"

"All of the women that were taken were taken at night on a specific road… on a specific week… it doesn't fit the MO of someone that would pass as a human."

"A spirit, maybe?" Dean asked.

"Never heard of a cannibal spirit. My closest guess is a shapeshifter, but I haven't found any leftover skin anywhere, or glowy eyed camera people."

"Did you just say that they can't pass for human?"

"Here you go, miss," The waiter said as he set a plate of fries and grilled cheese in front of her. He gave Sam and Dean their plates, and before leaving gave them a smile and told an 'amusing' joke. His bright and perfect smile nearly blinded them.

"The fries here are to die for." She stated as she started to eat her food. "You're right Dean, I did-"

"I'm Sam, he's Dean." Sam corrected.

"Whatever. Yeah, I meant a different kind of shapeshifter. There's a weird kind that, I can't remember the name of it but my uncle hunted its kind before, where it's a kind of animal that turns into other animals. It shape shifts into other animals. It can, uh, kind of shapeshift into a human like creature, thing, but not completely. If we got a better look at it last night, we'd see that it didn't look human at all."

"And… they're known for killing people?" Dean asked.

"Not usually, but you can't trust that. Alps are harmless but I've seen one go insane from too many adventures and go on a murderous rampage."

"Alps? From German folklore?"

"Yup." She said before taking a huge bite out of her sandwich. "I'm going to meet with the morgue lady at about 5 and check out the bodies."

"Would you mind if we tagged along? You know, so that we can catch whatever is doing this." Dean asked as he tried his 'charming' smile on her, sauce lining the edges of his mouth.

"I prefer to do these things on my own."

"How are you going to get there?"

"Driving."

"With what car?" Sam asked with a wide smirk. The girl winced under his stare and slowly chewed her less than adequate sandwich.

5.

"So we're basically bringing… everything." Sam confirmed as his brother and new hunting partner loaded up on weapons. They were all in the Winchester's room, weapons sprawled out on the beds, (Jin Ai's on one, their's on the other) and loading up. Well, Dean and her were loading up, Sam was trying to talk them out of it. "Dean, we don't even know what it is."

"We know it kills people, and we know when it kills them." He said as he checked one of his guns for bullets before putting it in his back pocket. "We don't have another choice."

"Uh, yeah we do. We make sure that no one goes on that road tonight and avoid attacking something that is ten times stronger than us. It knows more about us than we know about it."

"Nuh uh. Asian said that it might be a shape shifter, and we know what shape shifters don't like."

"Would stop calling me 'Asian'?" Jin Ai interrupted, but the male only smiled cheekily and reached for a silver knife. "I'm German and African too, ya know."

"How about… 'Germafricasian?"

"… That sounds worse, ass hole."

He only smiled again and retuned his attention to his brother. "Don't worry so much. Besides, it's three against one. We can handle this, Sam."

"Will you even stop and think for a minute? We don't even know how many of them there are."

"Don't worry so much Sammy-" Jin Ai interrupted.

"It's Sam."

"Sammy, Sam, Dean, Philaptorapter, whatever. Hunters have a tough job. Grow some and grab a gun."

"… this is stupid." He finally stated, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Both of the hunters looked at the door he left through.

"What's up his ass?" Dean asked, and looked back to her. She shrugged. He shrugged in return and went back to polishing one of his knives.

"You're his brother, shouldn't you know?"

"… So you like girls, huh? Ever considered a three-way?"

6.

About ten minutes later Sam walked back into the room, a smile stretched across his face. "I just called the authorities. That stretch of road will be closed off for the next two days." He said as he took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. Both of the hunters stared at him, and watched as he strutted across the room to the bathroom and shut the door.

"… when I talked to them, they said they weren't going to do shit on that road."

"Should we still go? It'll be tricky with the cops roaming around." Dean asked. "I mean, if they're blocking the roads, I doubt anything will happen."

She shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She cocked one of the shotguns. "I'm going, with or without you dead weights."

7.

The next day, after a night of unsuccessful hunting and almost getting caught several times, they went to a saloon. Not just any saloon, mind you, but a saloon in the freaking middle of nowhere. It took them about two hours and by the time they got there, the place was closed.

And yet, they strolled right in anyway. There were a total of three cars there, one of which was the Winchester's, and the other two blue and faded red pick-up trucks. The air was cold and rigid, the old wood building looked desolate and tired. The building didn't look bad or unkept, but it just looked old; it had taken its share of fights and drunken haps over the years.

The door was unlocked, but it took an extra 'nudge' to actually get it open. Inside was the usual: bar stools, alcohol, tables, chairs, etc. There was even a bartender there, standing behind the counter with a bottle of beer in front of her. On the ceiling was a devil's trap made to look like decoration, or just blend in, and hiding amongst the random pictures hung along the walls were crosses and other 'anti-supernatural beings' gadgets.

Jin Ai frowned, realizing that it was a place where hunters gathered. It was a place where hunters got together for drinks, conversed over how to kill things, got in little fights and did stupid drunk things.

"Hey boys, it's been a while." The blond with the beer greeted, and proceeded to give the pair a warm hug. The place smelled weird. "Hi, I'm Ellen." She greeted the girl a moment later, and shook hands with her. They both smiled but didn't keep eye contact.

"Jin Ai."

"Jin Ai… now why does that sound so familiar?" She asked, and the other shrugged as she put her hands back in her pockets. She promptly took one back out to pull her hat down.

"Um… you might know my uncle, Jason. Jason Leopard."

"Huh… ya know, I think I've met him, but I can't remember his face. Or at least heard of him. Anyway, do you guys want a beer? On the house."

"Sure." They all said at the same time, and pulled up a seat. Just as the dark haired girl started to play with the bracelet on her wrist, they heard loud footsteps from behind one of the doors, and soon saw a young girl, blond, run out. Her eyes instantly connected with one of the Winchester boys, and a smile sprouted along her face.

"Dean, Sam!"

"Hey Jo."

"Hey." They brothers greeted. "Jo, this is Jin Ai, Jin Ai, this is Jo. We met her on a hunt."

"You're a hunter?" Jo asked, and the girl nodded.

8.

It was the last night, and so far a second girl hadn't been taken. They didn't find anything out from Jo or Ellen Harvelle the week before, but they did find out from talking more with the locals that the chief of police was a pretty shady character. Most of the locals were pretty spooked by the legend they had; twice every ten years, the ghost of Mary Williams comes back to take revenge on the strippers that killed her for money in the early 30's. She eats their livers and muscle because she's starving, since she never ate anything when she was alive. Some say she never died and still lives in the woods to kill young girls. The other version is that Mary Williams kills the girls to embarrass the police of the town, since they were customers and raped some of the strippers. Since the police have yet to find the killer, more and more people hate the police, and thus more and more people leave town.

Well, it surely wasn't a ghost. No sulfur and whatnot. So that busts the ghost theory.

No matter what it was, the three hunters were still walking along the road's edge, sometimes wandering into the trees in search of it. They tried to stay quiet while they patrolled, but they all knew that whatever it was could probably hear them anyway. Once, at about midnight or later, Dean got spooked and shot at a deer, causing all of them to raise their weapons and get ready in response.

"… That was, uh, a pretty scary deer, Dean." She girl joked after they all circled the dead animal with their flashlights.

"Well, if it's a shape shifter, it could be… don't move." Dean spoke from a few feet away, and pointed his flashlight at something next to her. The Winchester brothers both faced her, and her eyes widened in fear. A hot breath started to breathe down her neck. Something started to slither onto her waist and across her stomach.

"I'm going to kill you co-" She couldn't finish her sentence before something hit her head and started running before either hunters could get a good shot.

The second girl had been taken.

8.5

Dean cursed when they finally had to stop running blindly through the forest. The two shined their lights into the dark trees and tried to see something that could help them. They found nothing. "Jin Ai!"

"It took her."

"Yeah. Jin Ai!"

"Dean, it took her! From right under our noses!"

"I know!"

"I told you we shouldn't have brought her."

"Would you shut up? She's a good hunter and she can handle herself. Jin Ai!"

9.

She woke up with the usual pounding head ache. No surprise there. What was surprising was that something was wrapped tightly around the groggy woman's wrists to keep them bound together, it was freezing, and her body was soaked head to toe. She couldn't hear anything except maybe a gurgling stream nearby. Her body convulsed at the cold temperature.

The girl shivered awake, and opened her blurry eyes to a bright light. She turned her head and tucked her face into the leaf covered ground, only to realize it was also covered in dirt and jerked away. Immediately she snapped her eyes open again and looked around her, trying to figure out where she was.

She was in a forest, next to some kind of berry bush, surrounded by oak trees. There was a bright light being shined on her, like one of those lights used in photo shoots or movies. When she tried to sit up she cried out in pain and fell back down. Her head ache worsened horribly and her right shoulder felt dislocated. "I'm going to fucking KILL YOU!" She screamed as loud as she could, and curled up into a half ball. As she curled up, she tried to feel for her weapons, anything to defend herself with, but found none. Whatever took her took all of her knives and guns with it.

She cursed again, a little quieter, and tried to sit up again.

"That won't do you any good." A man spoke as he walked out from behind a tree. When she looked to see who it was, her eyes widened a little, and she tilted her head to the side. It took her a second for her eyes to adjust.

"… why the fuck are you part of this?"

In the distance, the faint call of her name from the familiar Winchester brothers met her ears. A smirk flitted across her lips while a scowl covered his.

"He's going to kill them."

"Who?"

"Kelton." He answered. "Unless I eat the parts of your body that he rips off… he'll kill everyone in the town. All of them. I can't let that happen."

"Sherriff… ew. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"He killed the Sheriff before me, you know. And the Deputy. He kept killing until… until one of us would do as he said." He explained, and walked towards her. He turned the light off. "I don't know why, but it likes to take pictures of its victims before it kills them. It's already gotten yours."

"Sheriff… let me tell you something," She said, and tried to move so that the ropes didn't hurt her injured shoulder as much. "If you… if you untie me, I promise that I won't kill you after I kill that creature."

He chuckled. "You know, I've heard women beg for their lives, give excuses, but no. You're different. You go for the intimidation route."

"This isn't intimidation," she growled. "It's a warning."

The man laughed again, but then two seconds later, his scream rang out through the dark woods and the Winchester brothers stopped walking.

About five minutes later, they heard someone walking towards them, and when they raised their flashlights, they saw the kidnapped girl walking towards them. A deformed head of a dark creature was hanging from her fisted hand, the skin crawling off the bone and creeping towards the ground. One of its eyes was missing. "Thanks for distracting it with your yelling. Couldn't have done it without you." She said with a smile, and tossed the head at their feet. They both looked at her skeptically, but followed when she started walking back to the road. Well, where they thought was the road. It took about a half hour to navigate back to the car.