Three months ago

The steps are calculated, sure and silent. They know how to move in the woods, how to sneak up on their prey.

But, I know more.

The crisp olive green leaves camouflage me from the strangers. I know humans - know the silly errors they make when they think they are the hunter.

How many times have I done this now?

Each time, the look of shock still draws a smile to my lips. The fear doesn't even have time to register in their eyes before they are lying at my feet, bleeding out. The thought alone has my veins humming in delight, craving that sweet moment between life and death that I get to hold so precariously in my grasp. It always ends the same, but I love waiting them out, making them think they have a chance before ripping that small shred of hope out of their hearts.

My fingers curl tight around the wrapped handle of the machete. The blade is razor sharp, never anything less. I like my slices clean, exact. Dull blades never leave pretty marks, and where's the fun in that?

Their steps grow closer, a boot crunching on a dead leaf, one of them brushing against the bark of a tree - that rough scratch nearly inaudible to the untrained ear. But, I'm more than human, and I hear and see all.

Hardly breathing, still as a rock on this branch, I wait. The Mark yearns, eager for the moment to arrive. It's been awhile since I've had some company.

Maybe we'll keep them around for a little bit?

Toy with them, draw out the inevitable. There's no fun in slaughtering them and moving on.

Catching a quick glimpse through the cover of leaves, a grin tugs at my lips before my eyes slip shut. I count their steps, waiting for the perfect moment.

One, two, three.

I drop from the branch, shaking the canopy of green. Landing flawlessly, I attack - leaving my prey no chance to react.

A swift kick targets the back of the knees. One well-aimed fist directed at vulnerable kidneys, certain to leave the stranger pissing blood. They won't live long enough for that, though.

I bring the butt of the machete down towards the one on the ground, deciding he will be my plaything.

"Cas, now!"

Iron tight arms wrap around me. Pinned, I struggle, fighting against the hold. Kicking, thrashing, not holding back an inch, I try to escape, but it's useless. An inhuman snarl tears from me as I finally take in my prey.

The one on the ground stands, towering over me. His dark brown hair hangs down just above his shoulders with a shadow of a beard and soft hazel eyes. My attention shifts to the other, noting light brown hair, freckles, a strong jaw with scruff, and emerald green eyes.

Recognizing the persons, a fury of rage unfurls in my chest as I bare my teeth.

Plans come together, drafting up my escape, even as the two men gather themselves.

Sam Winchester's face twists in pain as he stands upright, an uneasy look in his gaze as he meets mine. Dean Winchester smirks, pride exuding from him as he gets to his feet, brushing off his pants.

A snarl tears out of my chest at the pleased look, fingers itching to carve the look off his face.

"Hey, Aria," he greets with ease, like old friends catching up. "We've got a lot to talk about."

A/N: So...here's a long overdue thing.

I guess I'm sort of back? If any of you have been keeping up with my profile then you know I lost complete inspiration for these two fandoms. His Mystery Girl was three years in the making, and I don't know. I finished and was done. I had other stories to work on, original stuff that I had put off in order to finish that fic.

However, I felt bad. The way His Mystery Girl ended was never how I really wanted to end it. Admittedly, being my first ever fic, I'm happy with it but also not. There's a lot I want to go back and fix, and I tried for a while. Like I said, though, I lost inspiration. But, there were these few amazing people who inspired me more recently to come back to this story. I want to do these characters justice, give them the ending they deserved.

So, here's the sequel! I have about ten chapters already written, but they're rough. I'm going to try to post every two weeks. Depending on how much I get written, it might change to every week. For now, though, it's every two. Bear with me, please. I've got a lot on my plate in life so I can't promise, but I'm really going to try.

I want to thank RomanticBlondie, zeldadragondraco, IntoxicatedXMadness, Judging. All Day Every Day, angelicedg, and guests. You guys inspired me to come back. This story is for you. I hope I do the justice it deserves.