Yay! Back to writing again! If you've read any of my other stories, you would have noticed that I haven't updated or written anything in forever, but tonight I sat down and strapped myself down in front of my lap top and wrote something. I hope you guys enjoy, and reviews as always are super appreciated!:D

*Unfortunately I do not own anything TVD or Supernatural...Not even Dean or Damon as depressing as that is :'(

Two years. That's how long it's been since i've been on a hunt. In a weird way I kind of miss it. The adrenaline rush that you get from kicking a demon's ass or the freedom of being out on the road is something that I'll always miss, but I can get by with not having to nurse wounds on a daily basis or sleep in some deadbeat motel on the side of some highway. Lately I had become content with the life that I have now. I live in a kickass home, I have an awesome job at the veterinary clinic, and the best part of all I was able to let go of my past and fall in love.

I felt a muscular arm slither around my waist and I smiled.

"Hey there sexy," Damon greeted as he planted kisses along my neck. "Why are you all broody and deep in thought? That's Stefan's job."

I laughed and turned around to face him; his blue eyes shined with humor and he had his trademark smartass smirk on his face as his hand grazed my cheek. "I am sooo not broody," I argued. He kissed my forehead and led me away from the window in our bedroom. "Ally, I've known you for two lovely years, and babe you're broody."

I rolled my eyes and leaned against one of the bedposts. "So what if I am?" I asked cockily. "What are you going to do about it?" Damon closed the already small amount of distance between us, smirked and then threw me on the bed all seemingly in one motion. I couldn't help but laugh as he crawled on the bed after me. "I could always make you not broody by partaking in one of our favorite pastimes." I smiled as I started to undo some of the buttons on his black button up shirt. He always knew what to do to get me out of my thoughts.

…..Raleigh, North Carolina…

"Where to next Sammy?" Dean asked as he turned the key in the ignition of the impala. Sam sifted through some papers that were laid out on the dash. "Well, er, we got some mysterious murders in Virginia. Papers are saying they're animal attacks but they're happening too frequently and it sounds to me like they're covering up something. It probably wouldn't hurt to check it out Dean."

"Where at in Virginia?" Dean asked absentmindedly.

"Small town called Mystic Falls. I talked to Bobby about it a little while ago and he's got a couple friends there that could help us out with it if it turns out to be our kind of case."

"Sounds good." Dean said as he checked his phone for any missed calls. Sam noticed and sighed.

"Dude, you haven't heard from her in two years. I doubt that all of a sudden Alyson is going to call you out of the blue just to chat."

"Can it Sam," Dean growled as he turned on the radio. "For your information Mr. Know-it-all, I was checking to see what time it was."

"You have a watch for that Dean." Dean glanced down at his silver watch and he flushed slightly. Embarrassed that he had been caught. "Either way, I am completely over Alyson. That whole thing doesn't bother me anymore."

"Really."

"Yes, really Sam."

"Well, then why do you still have this," Sam asked as he lifted up a Billie Holiday cassette "in the Impala?"

Dean looked over and snatched the cassette out of his hands. "Has it ever crossed your mind smart ass that I happen to like Billie Holiday?"

"Dean if you listen to anything other than classic rock for more than five minutes your head will explode. She was the only one who loved Billie Holiday. Why can't you just admit that you're still in love with Aly?"

"Because I'm not Sam! I left because I didn't want her to get hurt and because she wanted to take a break from the hunting scene for a while. It was just bad luck that we had that fight. If she wasn't such a stubborn jackass-"

"Like you?" Sam smiled.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean smiled slightly. "Look, I'm sure she's having a decent life in Colorado Springs with her grandmother. Probably working with animals or something and in a relationship with someone who doesn't do exorcisms on a daily basis. Having normalcy for a change. After everything she's been through, she deserves it."

"What, and you don't?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed as he turned into Happy Home Motel. "The biggest favor I can do her is probably never seeing her again. More than likely I would just fuck up her normal life that she's built for herself."

"Whatever dude," Sam rolled his eyes as he got out of the impala. In the end, he knew Dean was just lying to himself.

Meanwhile, back in Mystic Falls…..

"Hello, Mystic Falls Animal Hospital. This is Alyson, how may I help you?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Hello gorgeous, how are Stefan's happy meals doing today?"

I rolled my eyes as I filed some paperwork in the nearby cabinet. "Real cute babe," I said sitting down. "What can I do for you Damon, you know I can't talk long when I'm at work. Dr. Wickham will have a bitch fit if she finds me on the phone for personal reasons."

"I just wanted to give you a heads up, on the whole mysterious murder thing going on."

I stopped what I was doing and looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Did you find out who it was?" I asked.

There was a brief pause before Damon finally spoke again. "No," he said. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a couple guys coming in to town today. They should be able to help us track down the damn vamp before something eve shittier happens."

"So having six people murdered isn't shitty?" I asked. I could almost see Damon shrugging his shoulders as he said "I can think of worse things."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "So how do you know these guys coming in?" I asked.

"They come highly recommended by a good friend of mine in South Dakota."

I felt my heart stop when he said that. It couldn't possibly be who I thought it was…could it?

"Damon, are these guys hunters by any chance?" I asked cautiously.

"How the hell do you know about hunters?" he asked.

"Damon, answer the question! Are they hunters?"

"Yes, they're hunters. They're brothers actually. Alyson answer me, how do you know about hunters?"

I could have dropped the phone at that point. I couldn't believe it. After two fucking years, I was going to see Dean and Sam again. Fuck my life. The past that I had tried so hard to keep from Damon was coming up to catch me. I wasn't sure how he would take the news that I used to be a hunter. He was always so unpredictable with how he handled new information.

"Babe, I have a lot of explaining to do. I'll meet you at home in twenty minutes, okay?" I said as I started filling out the last little bit of information on a billing statement.

"You know I don't like being kept in the dark Aly," he said.

"I know Damon. I promise I'll explain everything when I get there. I love you."

"I love you too Aly. Always will," he said as he hung up.

"We'll have to see about that," I grumbled to myself as I grabbed my things and headed out the door to uncertainty.