So, here we are again. I've rewritten the story, and now it won't take 4 years to update, promise. :) Enjoy, and please review, it means a lot.

Set in the 6th season, rated for blood and gore.

Special thanks to my dear friend, Molluscagonewild (on tumblr) for helping me with this.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just my OC.

Chapter One

How to leave a good impression on hunters

Have you ever walked under the full moon's light on a chilly winter night? I have, and I have to tell you, I can hardly imagine anything better than that. Clear, cold air fills your lungs when you breathe, your surroundings illuminated by a beautiful silver light… it's heaven. It was just a night like that, the moonlight turning the dark and dirty alley I was in into some sort of slightly magical place. Everything was still, it was bone-chilling cold, and the pavement looked eerily silver and shiny.

The vampire was the only thing that seemed to be alive in the vicinity. He smelled of blood and decay, not a very good combination, if you ask me. He made the mistake of trying to gain the upper hand with me, they always do that, underestimate me because of my small stature. And because I'm a woman. Well, this one had to learn too that even if I seemed frail and weak, I could swing a machete with pretty good aim and power. When his head landed in the dumpster, he finally stopped sneering.

I cleared the blade on the trousers of the headless corpse and was about to go on my way, when I sniffed another one of the bastards. This one though had the smell of booze and some weeks' worth of skipping showers lingering about him to add to the already staggering stench. My nose could hardly take it anymore, I didn't throw up only because there was nothing in my stomach. Times like these I wished my senses weren't so acute. Humans had it so easy with their weak sense of smell. I bet they'd start cleaning their streets very diligently if they could feel what I do when I walk around. But I digress.

Mr. Reek was now standing on the other side of the dumpster, probably looking for the vamp which was now in two pieces, one laying right at my feet. I was about to make Mr. Reek a head shorter too, but the sound of running steps coming closer stopped me. My smell was masked by the stench of the rotting trash beside me, so for the moment I wasn't in any danger to be discovered by the bloodsucker. I crouched beside the wall, deciding to wait until we were completely alone again. I could only rely on my hearing to work out what was going on at the alley, I didn't want to make my presence known to everyone in the vicinity by trying to peek. The running stopped, it was a human, a male, if my nose was correct, who arrived at the scene.

It turned out that the human was after a couple he had seen before, and he asked about them from Mr. Reek. Somehow I knew this would end badly for him. I held my machete a bit tighter, although I wasn't really keen on being the saviour of the day. Playing hero was definitely not my style, and if there was a small chance of the vamp escaping and alerting his nest, that could ruin my plans entirely. So I decided to wait until the human was out of the picture. By one way or another.

"You're pretty."

What the fuck? I was pretty sure it was the vampire that spoke, but either way it was a very weird thing to say in this situation.

"Well, sorry pal, but I don't play for your team."

Okay, now it was just getting ridiculous. I wished I didn't tarry so long by the dead vamp, and got my ass moving before these two idiots trapped me behind this dumpster. I had half a mind to just jump to the rooftop, but I was afraid it would alert the vamp. Contemplating other ways to escape by, I leaned my back against the cold metal, which was shortly shaken by a collision. By the grunts I guessed that was the sound of the human being tossed against the dumpster. Great. My options were running out. Either I save this human, and possibly jeopardize my whole plan, making this trip to this godforsaken town worth nothing; or I let him get eaten by the vamp while I hide behind a dumpster like a coward idiot. Neither option was good.

But neither needed to be carried out, it seemed, when another human male came running towards the alley. To stop some yards away and… stand still? Not even a cry, or some other sound signalling confusion or fear? What the fuck was happening here? Besides being underestimated I hated confusion the most, so I popped my head out from behind the wretched dumpster to actually observe the scene before me. Which was nothing less confusing. The vamp was holding a half-conscious man in the air, rubbing his bloody wrist onto his mouth, while another man was standing at the entrance of the alley, watching the whole thing with a kind of psycho-amazement.

With a sigh I straightened myself up and got behind Mr. Reek in two swift steps. I think he couldn't sense me, but the psycho-looking man instantly changed from onlooker to active player, running towards us. I wrenched the vampire away from the poor soul he was holding, the guy was a goner anyway, he must've ingested some of the vamp blood by now. While I weighed the machete in my hand the vamp seemed intent on saving his life by running away, and I saw with chagrin that he flared his nostrils at me. I guessed that not his own foul smell was the reason he grimaced. Before I could take a balanced and precisely aimed swing at his neck I felt a current in the air and had to duck to avoid a blow aimed at me. At me, fuck you?!

While I was preoccupied with saving my neck from another swing of the attacker's machete, Mr. Reek scaled the nearest wall and got away. I could've gone after him still, but this sudden and totally uncalled for hostility warranted some explanation.

"Who the hell are you?" asked the guy with the machete in his hand, looking coldly at me.

The other guy was sitting on the asphalt, blood smeared artistically all over his face. I looked between the two of them, trying to decide how to proceed. From what I saw already, I deduced that these two were hunters. Not the kind of lot I usually associated with. And I supposed that they wouldn't be very friendly towards me either.

"I could ask you the same. You let that vamp get away and attacked me instead!"

He frowned. "You were too fast." he said, I guess by the way of an explanation.

I frowned too. Everyone was frowning, including the guy sitting on the ground. Eventually he was the one who spoke first, but he didn't address me.

"Sammy."

So that was the psycho-guy's name. We both looked down, then Sammy reached out his hand, and pulled the other hunter up. For a moment I felt like the third wheel for some reason while they talked about some Bobby and a Samuel. I wondered what their relationship could be. Were they simple partners? Friends? Relatives? Lovers?

"Dean…"

Okay, so their names were Sammy and Dean, hunters. I felt closer to them already, after this unintentional introduction. Sammy and Dean, my new hunter friends. Why did this sound familiar? Sam and Dean…

"Winchester?!"

I must've said that last part out aloud, because they both looked at me in surprise and a bit vary.

"Fuck."

I took a step backwards, which made them narrow their eyes. Then Dean grimaced, like he smelled something awful. The change was already happening inside his system. I needed to get as far away from them as possible. Quickly.

"So who the hell are you?" asked Sam again, now that I successfully gained their full attention.

"No one you need to know."

"Jesus, what is this smell?!" Dean exclaimed suddenly, which created the perfect division I needed to get away.

It only took a blink to jump onto a roof while both hunters were looking away from me. I imagined their surprise when the next moment there would be only thin air where I stood before. It was just as well that I could get away, because Dean, now turning into a full-fledged vampire, would smell me out from a mile away and I didn't want them to know what I was. I was better off with hunters, especially as famous ones as the Winchesters, being totally ignorant about my existence. Lest they should get the idea to hunt me next. I'd rather keep my life peaceful and stress-free and with a hundred hunters on my tail that would be a tad bit difficult.

This chance encounter left me thinking. First of all, the Winchesters of all fucking hunters in the country happened to be in the same town I was doing business in too. Not only that they were famous, but had lots of connections in the hunter world. My carefully built up life would suffer a hit, if they would start digging after me. Unfortunately, I was sure I had already managed to leave an impression on them. Probably not a good one either. What a piece of crap luck.

And secondly, there was something seriously amiss with Sam Winchester. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but he wasn't behaving like a human should. I knew a bit about humans, although I usually preferred to stay out of their company, and Sam was… not entirely human. How was that possible, I had absolutely no idea and thinking about this just made my head spin.

Putting the problem of the Winchesters aside, I still had work to do. The vamps were alerted to my presence by now, I imagined, so being quick was crucial. The full moon would wane by tomorrow, and I couldn't afford losing the leverage. It was lucky that nights in winter lasted long, and that it was still quite early. The vamp nest was situated some miles out of town, now I knew, thanks to the vamp who ran away. Their smell was the only thing I needed to know to find them. And I could follow Mr. Reek to the very end of the Earth if necessary.

The nest was in an abandoned warehouse, with rusty doors and windows, in a state of apparent decay. Just like the vampires themselves. I know they liked these kind of places, where the smells and sights reminded them of their own selves. So very sentimental.

I circled the building from some distance away, from where my smell would not reach their nostrils so fast, as there was no wind blowing and the cold kept all scents down, about knee-level. It was a weird sensation when you walked and raised up a current with your movement, and the most ugly stenches hit your nose like tiny bombs from time to time. It was hell, especially for someone with as keen a nose as myself, and at a place like this, where every step reeked of vampires. It really was my greatest weakness that I couldn't turn off my nose. I could manage my light-sensitive eyes and acute hearing, but it took an enormous amount of concentration to keep myself from swooning and/or throwing up when I smelled something awful. Now too I was trying hard to identify some fragments of scent and separate them from the cacophony invading my nostrils. By the second round I could find what I was looking for, and located a window on the south wall, a few inches from the ground, which I supposed led to a corridor at the basement level. It was just wide enough for me to fit into, so without any further ado, I went and broke it in.

I landed inside, on a long and dark corridor. The onslaught of scents here was stronger than ever, but I gave it my all, focused on the ones I was looking for and moved along the wall silently towards the eastern end. There was no vampire to stand in my way, it seems they weren't alerted to my presence yet.

I found the room on the connected corridor, a few steps away from the staircase leading up to the ground floor. As there was no one in earshot, I tore the handle down and pushed the door in. It was pitch dark inside, but I recognized three people immediately. Closest to me, sitting or lying by the wall in the corner, was Peter, one of the youngest of our pack, chained with something which suspiciously smelled like silver.

I kneeled beside him, he recognized me too, and stayed silent while I broke the chains from his wrists. The silver hardly burned my hand, but it hurt all the same. I could only imagine how much it hurt for Peter, who the moment he got free scurried away to the opposite wall. I heard him whisper to Claire, who was sitting there, and then another chain broke.

I went to the last prisoner, Jessie. She was in the worst condition as far as I could tell, the smell of her blood was still heavy and fresh in the room.

"They've just been here." Peter whispered to me, as if he could read my mind.

I freed Jessie too, and tried to slap her awake. She opened her eyes, but was clearly unable to walk, not to mention run.

"Peter, take her out of here. It's the full moon's night, so use the opportunity."

The lad nodded, pushed Claire out of the room and carried Jessie in his arms. I went after them, but judging by the sounds upstairs the vamps already knew we were escaping. I guided Peter to the broken window and told him where I left the car, handing him the keys. He stared at me for a while, frowning, but said nothing. He knew he didn't have to worry about me, although I knew he still would. He was a nice boy.

While they tried to climb out the broken window I went back to the other corridor to fight off any approaching vamp. It was now the time for some reckoning for everything they've done to my precious fledglings. The youngsters were of my own blood, my family, and these wretched vamps took them and tortured them for weeks before I could find their trail and come to their rescue. I couldn't count how many times I've warned the vamps about the purebloods, spelling out to their obnoxiously pompous Alpha, that they were under my protection. They wouldn't listen. It wasn't 100% their fault, maybe just 99%, because they felt our blood irresistible, and they used it like a drug. But this fact didn't soothe my anger one bit.

Having brought no knife or machete this time, I extracted my claws. They were sharper and stronger than any blade, and I could use them more skillfully. They were entirely more suited to chopping off heads quickly. Despite this, I preferred knives usually, because they were less conspicuous. But here I needn't worry about being seen by any human.

The vamps were already on their way to stop the escapees. Unfortunately for them, they've ran into me on the dark corridor and ended up dead before they could do as much as blink. Some blood spilled on my face and got into my mouth, it had the most awful taste I ever encountered, and I've eaten lots and lots of weird stuff in my life.

"Eww, fuck. Disgusting."

Leaving some headless corpses in my wake I ran up the stairs to the ground floor, which was brightly lit by some lamps. I mean 'brightly' in vampire terms, a human would probably find it a bit difficult to maneuver in the dim light. When I got to the last step a head rolled in front of me, bouncing down from the winding staircase leading to the next floor. I stopped to look at it in confusion, apparently someone else also started a purge in the nest. Looking up I saw two men struggle on the top of the stairs, then one promptly won by chopping the other's head off. Would you know it, that man was Dean Winchester himself. Who was supposed to be a full-fledged vamp by now. Interesting.

"Very interesting."

He heard me as he walked down the stairs, narrowing his eyes at me. He then grimaced, possibly because he caught my scent. Fortunately he couldn't place it yet, I could see the confusion written on his face. He only knew that I wasn't human.

"What is?"

"That you should be here. I thought…"

There was a movement in the air and Dean's eyes widened for a second, before I ducked my head and spun out of arm's reach of the vamp attacking from behind.

"That was not very nice." I murmured as I grabbed the bloodsucker's hand and brought her to the ground.

She was snarling at me with her teeth extracted. She stopped snarling when I separated her head from her neck. Blood was now dripping from my sleeves and covering my hands. I will need a change of clothes, I thought.

"As I was saying, I thought you'd be dead by now." I said, turning back to the hunter.

But my words were lost in the air, because Dean was preoccupied with fighting the vamp who turned him. Mr. Reek was strong, I had to give him that, he probably sported a few decades on his account. Even so, the hunter was better than him, I could not imagine how, but he must've acquired better skills in his short life than the vamp could've in centuries.

Feeling another one of the creatures lurking behind be I spun around and got a raving mad vamp on my throat in a second. There was no time to toss him off of me, so he was able to bite me, just above my artery. Fucking great. This one had to say goodbye to his life too, but that didn't change the fact that I was bleeding profusely out of a very serious wound. I sat down on the ground, trying to pull myself together, my hand pressed into my neck - not that it meant anything, the blood freely poured out of the wound either way.

As the smell of my blood filled up the space I saw that Mr. Reek reacted as I guessed he would, trying to get to me, to drink my blood. Crazy junkie. He was stopped by the Winchester boy, who used the diversion to chop his head off clean. I saw in Dean's eyes that he too felt my blood calling out to him, and it was by great effort that he didn't jump at the opportunity.

"I admire your self-control." I whispered.

As for self-control, I had to demonstrate some too, because I felt the beast move inside me. There was a possibility that I would change, the severe blood loss triggered my body into trying to heal it by the most rapid way. But there was a hunter in eyeshot, and there wasn't many things I desired less than to show a hunter my true self. No way. It was already a tricky situation, I doubted that the Winchesters would just forget about me. If Dean would see my other form… then my life would be screwed for sure, I would be hunted till the end of times by all these pesky hunters thinking they could kill me. It would be bothersome. So I gathered myself up and willed away the urge to change. Only my eyes shone in a blue light and a growl escaped my throat, as my body started healing itself.

Dean regarded me from a small distance, his eyes betrayed fear, curiosity and caution. I saw his hand grip his machete tighter, and the muscles in his neck were tense, ready to strike at any moment.

"Are you a wolf?" he asked, his voice lower than usual.

"You could say that."

Feeling better already I started to walk away, towards the staircase leading into the basement. I had nothing else to do here, as far as I could tell, the whole nest was killed.

"Next time I saw you, I'll kill you." Dean called after me.

I turned around with raised eyebrows, then seeing how serious he was and how wound-up, I laughed.

"Kill me? Please… You'd better pray that we never meet again."

Some color drained from his face, seeing my eyes light up again, but he managed to pull himself together. To keep up appearances he even flashed me a cocky grin.

"I'm not the one running away. Again."

I smiled at him, which made him drop his grin and unconsciously take a step back. He immediately regretted the action, but it was now too late, we both knew that all that bravery was just for show. I nodded to him as goodbye then casually strode down the stairs, disappearing from his sight. A minute later I heard a car arriving, but then I was out of the building, going towards the forest. I knew I had to let the beast out and it filled me with anticipation, much like humans feel before opening Christmas presents. For a second I wondered what would happen to Dean, whether his brother would kill him or he would try to suppress the bloodlust and the instincts of the vampire inside. Then every thought and feeling was swept away by the change. It felt like casting away a mask you are forced to wear all the time. Liberating. The sense of freedom and excitement rushed to my head and I started running, faster and faster, towards home.