I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. I do own Aaron, however.

Chapter 1

I sat, still as stone, my eyes piercing the pitch darkness of the night, watching with the patience of a predator. After almost an hour of sitting in the same position, completely blended into the landscape, I was rewarded by the sight of an old black Chevy Impala; it pulled up by the edge of the woods and two men got out. I allowed myself a smile as my prey came into sight. I could feel my heart pounding, my mouth filled with saliva and my whole body filled with the thrill of the hunt.

They were almost five meters away but I could smell them, they were unmistakably Winchesters, they had the family scent. The one that got out of the driver's side was the older of the two, his emotions, tightly locked away as they were, pushed at my senses, I could feel his nervous excitement and his ever-present worry over his younger brother's safety. His face betrayed none of his worries. Instead he wore a playful lopsided grin, and his hazel eyes sparkled with alertness; this one was a fighter, I could feel it.

The younger of the two had his face set, his jaw was tense and dark eyes stated flatly that he was all business. His emotions were closer to the surface and they broiled around me like a storm cloud, he held a deep pain for the loss of someone close to him and guilt gnawed at him. He hadn't been born a fighter but I could sense his strength and his goodness, and a strange kind of innocence that was a part of him.

Both of them were hunters; that was as obvious as the smell of demons and the aura of spirits that hung about them. I watched in silence as they opened the trunk of the car and methodically selected weapons. The older one loaded a shotgun and the younger recited Latin softly to himself.

I wasn't the only one hunting that night.

Dean entered the woods via the barely visible track Sam followed at his heels, both were alert and ready for anything, but they didn't expect any opposition until they reached the run down cabin where their prey was hiding.

"You're sure he'll be there?" questioned Dean quietly.

"Trust me, Dean he'll be there."

Dean turned slightly to face his brother, "I trust you, it's that damn kid that gave you the information that I don't trust."

Not much time passed before the two men came to an old cabin. The light from a fire could be seen inside, casting shadows as a figure moved passed the window.

Dean nodded to Sam and the two crept quietly to the font door. Sam held his weapon at the ready and Dean counted quietly to three and kicked in the door. Sam stepped into the room and fired twice in quick succession at the first movement he saw, he was rewarded with the sight of the demon they had been hunting crumpling to the floor, then the room was filled with a horrible screeching and Sam felt something slam into him.

As Dean entered the room he quickly took in the situation and saw to his horror that the room contained not one demon but five, one lay bleeding on the floor and a second was struggling with Sam who had dropped his gun and had a dagger in his hand. Dean barely had time to put a bullet between the eyes of a demon before he was grabbed from behind by a sixth demon that had followed him into the room. He slammed his right elbow backward hitting the creature in the stomach and forcing it to let go, he accidentally fired as he did so and hit another demon in the leg, which unfortunately didn't slow it down much. He spun and slammed the demon behind him in the face with the butt of his weapon.

Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw Sam break the dagger off in the side of a demon's neck, but was knocked to the ground by the wounded demon that was limping and pissed off.

"Sam!" he yelled before the other demon snatched him by the back of his shirt and threw him bodily across the room. He slammed into the wall and fell awkwardly to the floor, his senses swam and he could taste blood in his mouth but he was still trying to keep track of Sam who was now only a couple of meters to his right. He vaguely saw two demons advancing on him, the one he had hit with the gun and the uninjured one, and he knew he was going to die. He tried to push himself up with his hands while leaning on the wall, but was only half up when the first demon reached him; it put out its hands to snap his neck…

I followed the two Winchesters through woods as silently as a shadow and I watched as they burst into the cabin. A second later, I heard the screeching of demons. A demon came from behind the cabin and entered behind the older man, from the sound and smell it was easy to deduce that there were six demons in all, one was gurgling in the throes of death and another's cries had been abruptly cut short after a gunshot.

There was no way I was going to let this filthy rabble have what was mine, they would have to be dealt with.

Dean could see the blood lust in the creature's eyes; it was going to kill him for sure. Suddenly the demon let it's hands drop away from Dean, looking down in shock at it's stomach where the end of a blade had appeared. The blade drew out again and the demon crumbled into dust.

Dean looked up and saw a man in the process of dispatching the second demon with a wickedly curved sword; in a few deft movements, the man forced the demon from offence to defense and then quickly cut it's head off with one wide sweep of the blade.

The demon that was attacking Sam stumbled backwards after Sam kicked it in the face. The man took advantage of the distraction and cut of the demon's uninjured leg, with a roar it fell onto it's back.

Bloodshot eyes sought its attacker and it spotted the man with sword, there was something different about this one, it looked questioningly at the man and whispered, "Why, brother?"

The man growled, "I'm not your brother," and quickly drove his blade between the creature's eyes, effectively ensuring it's silence.