Dean groaned as he seated himself at the bar. "This job needs to be over."

Sam made a weary noise of agreement.

Suddenly, the establishment went completely silent. The brothers turned to see the infamous Red Hood stroll right towards them. He sat on Dean's other side and removed his helmet. "Double bacon cheeseburgers, cherry pie, and beer for me and my friend," he ordered, counting out bills, "and the house salad for the giant."

"Do I know you?" Dean demanded.

Hood snorted. "No. But I have a lot more information and a lot more faith than the feds." He paused to thank their server and take a bite. "What are you hunting?"

Sam nudged his brother and cleared his throat. "Have you ever heard of a chupacabra?"

"Damn," Jason sighed. "Guess the silver bullets I just finished won't be any use after all."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why do you even want to help us?"

"Because I want to." Jason stared at the Winchesters, then dropped his gaze to his bottle. "And because I have a bat infestation back home. I could be shooting criminals and terrorists, but I figured why not try the other side of the coin for once. You hunters seem like my kind of people." He took a swig and frowned. "I haven't seen any goats in this town."

"Yeah, that's the only thing," Dean said, finally tucking into his meal. "It's going after humans."

"Not a vampire?"

"Bite's wrong, and vampires usually kidnap, feed for days."

"Werewolf?"

"Werewolves don't suck blood, they tear out hearts." Dean snorted. "We don't have time to babysit a newbie."

Jason scowled at his plate. "What if it's a newbie?"

Sam perked up. "Come again?"

Jason shrugged. "Something that doesn't know chupacabras go after goats, or more likely, something that's never seen a vampire bite. Something trying to cover its tracks."

Sam looked to Dean hopefully.

"No," Dean said, "we can't keep him." But he sighed and turned to Jason. "I'm gonna need an example."

"What do you need human blood for?"

"Rituals," Sam said. "You think we might be hunting a witch instead?"

"Well, chupacabra's not panning out." Jason crossed his arms. "If it's a witch, though, I can definitely help. You've heard of the All-Caste?"

The brothers shook their heads.

"A monastery of mystical warriors." Jason scoffed and waved his hand. "A stuck up name for a bunch of stuck up loonies. But they had some cool toys, which are now in my possession."

Dean eyed him critically.

"And I'm not new to combat." He thumped the bat on his chest. "It doesn't matter what you're hunting, it's going to end in a fight. You tell me how, I'll get it done."

"I don't work with people when I don't know their names."

"Jason. Jason – " he winced "- Just Jason."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"Fine," Dean finally said. "Where are you staying, Just Jason?"

Jason dangled a familiar key in front of them. "Oh, just right next door."

...oOo…

A/N: I dragged this one out as long as I could, but I just cannot write long chapters.