As soon as I made it to my motel in Saint Cloud I decided to start checking out the place. The sooner I found the vampire nest, the better. I didn't want anymore pretty college girls dropping dead. I mean I didn't want anyone being killed, but the vamps were after pretty college girls. So I was going to stop them before they could feed from anyone else. I went to the bar which the girls were being picked up from and ordered a drink; blending in was the best way to catch the vampire.

Sitting at a table in a dark corner, completely hidden by shadows I sipped my drink and waited. Luckily for me it wasn't a long wait. I could tell the vampire for what she was as soon as she walked into the bar. Interesting a female vamp picking up female vics. Wonder if they're for her or if she's just the hot piece of ass to lure the pretty girls to the alleyway. I kept my eyes on her as she began flirting with one of the college girls. A giggle escaped the young girl as she was completely oblivious to what was about to happen. As the pair made their way outside I followed. Hiding in the shadows I snuck outside behind them.

Turns out the female vamp was just bait. Some guy was just about to turn the sweet innocent girl into dinner. "Hey asshat let her go." The two vampires turned to me and hissed as the girl made a run for it. I charged forward and tackled the girl shooting her up with dead man's blood before turning to her lover, boyfriend, mate, whatever the hell he was. He shoved me and I slammed against the wall with a grunt as the air was knocked from my lungs. "Not cool bro." I twirled my machete and went at him. He swung and I ducked, spun and cut his head off. One down, who knows how many more to deal with.

Since it was night and the vampires had the upper hand I decided to wait to go after the nest, which meant waiting on the girl to wake up. I went back to my bike and kept out of sight. When she finally woke and left the alley I followed her to an abandoned barn. How original, I thought to myself. Now that I knew where they were nesting I would return during the day. Heading back to the hotel I pulled into my previous parking spot. As I turned the engine off I noticed a sleek, black '67 Chevy Impala. She was gorgeous and I couldn't help admiring her. I walked around the car checking it out, but something about it screamed hunter. Most likely it was the duffle bag in the bag with a few weapons peeking out.

Well that was that. I wasn't sticking around to deal with other hunters. We typically didn't get on too well. I was more 'come up with a plan, make sure I knew everything before going in' while a lot of hunters I had met went running in half-cocked. I went into my room wrote down the address for where they could find the vampires and walked back to the car. I slid the little note inside the cracked window letting it fall on the driver's seat, decided to get some sleep and head home the next day. I woke up late that evening and when I left the Impala was still sitting there, so I assumed whoever the car belonged to had handled the nest as my note was no longer on the seat. With a smile I got on my bike and headed home.

A month later

I had just gotten back home from dealing with a vengeful ghost. Plopping down on my couch I turned the TV on and turned to Netflix. I figured I would catch up on some Orange is The New Black and enjoy a drink or two before heading to bed. I was tired and wanted nothing more than to relax and then head to dreamland. Between hunting and working as a freelance artist I didn't really get much downtime, but hey it paid the bills and saved lives. Couldn't get better than that. Just as I was getting into the show I heard Bragi start barking, something he didn't do very often. I picked up my pistol and went through the kitchen to the sliding glass door that led to the back yard.

As soon as I opened it, the female vampire that should have been dealt with a month ago shoved me back forcing me to drop my gun. "Son of a...what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dead?" She kicked out at me causing me to jump back. My hands landed behind me on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "You killed my mate. Now I'm going to kill you," the vampire replied just as another set of footsteps entered my kitchen. I looked up seeing Dean, machete in hand and smirked. "Well good luck doing that from the grave." I jumped up and, using the island to balance myself, kicked her in the chest sending her backwards toward Dean who promptly cut her head off.

I landed back on the ground and crossed my arms as I looked down at the now headless vampire. "What was she talking about you killed her mate?" Dean asked coming closer to me. I huffed and looked up at him. "I killed her mate back in Saint Cloud. Followed her to the nest. Was gonna clear it myself, but found out there were other hunters there, gave them the address and left," I explained.

"Wait that was you?" Dean asked, surprised.

"What I just said wasn't it?" I answered, placing my left hand on my hip and cocking it out.

"How come we didn't see you..like at all? You were clearly staying at the same motel." Dean kept questioning, crossing his arms.

""Well apparently you were too busy prematurely celebrating a 'successful hunt ' and let one get away!" I said using air quotes.

"I was not!" Dean clammors.

"Well wanna explain why there is a beheaded vamp in my kitchen then big boy?" I looked at him with raised brows. Dean opened and closed his mouth multiple times before finally spitting out, "She must have already been hunting you when Sam and I got to the nest." Hmm, he actually had a good point. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. "Fair enough. Now help me clean this up." I pointed at the body. Having a monster come into my home was not something I was happy about and I wanted it dealt with sooner instead of later.

Dean and I carefully moved the body and the head into his car where he could haul it off. As he disposed of the body I cleaned up my kitchen. I finished and walked into the living room, plopped back down on the couch and waited on him to show back up. I knew he would have more questions and I would answer them. Simply because I was hoping he would stick around long enough for us to have sex again. What could I say the man was addictive and I had only been with him once.

I heard a car door close and then my front door opened. Dean joined me on the couch with a beer in his hand. "So I guess your a hunter then?" I nodded my head and took a sip of my drink. "Yep," I said popping the 'p' as I did so. Dean looked around my house. "Okay then tell me how you afford this. And how we haven't ran into each other sooner." I turned and sat on the couch facing him, one leg on the floor the other underneath me. "The house belonged to my gran. When she passed it was given to me. As for how I afford my bills I'm more than a hunter," I explained, running my fingers through my hair. "People commission me for artwork and it pays decent enough I also sell pieces I make on my own. Normally when I hunt, it's local. I don't leave the state," I finished.

Dean watched me trying to see if I was lying or not. He realized I was telling the truth and nodded his head. "Alright, but how did you get into hunting in the first place?" Every hunter had a reason. They either were born into a family that hunted or something tragic happened that introduced them to the world of the supernatural but I was different. I described the details of how I came to be aware of the things that go bump in the night. "When I was sixteen, my parents and I were on the way back from an art gallery where I had my first showing. We, and I'm still not sure how, but we hit a werewolf. My dad got out of the car; it tore his arm to shreds. Almost killed him before some hunter showed up. We all managed to survive but after that I dove headfirst into the lore. Found out everything I could."

I was one of the few that didn't have a horribly tragic background.

I tilted my glass toward Dean in a way of saying your turn. I was then told the story of his mother being killed by a demon, how his father became obsessed with hunting it and brought his two sons up in the life. As soon as he told me his last name, I knew. The Winchesters were well known in the hunting community. I had heard the name a few times in my dealings with Jean. She would always keep me apprised of the stories that flowed down the hunter grapevine. Dean continues to tell me about the deal his father made to save him, his deal to save his brother, going to hell and coming back, and now trying to stop the apocalypse. I realized all those crazy stories Jean told me weren't just rumors. "Damn, Dean Winchester. Sounds to me like you could use a bit of a break."

Dean let out a chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about."