CHAPTER II

Dean was slow to awaken, but as he did his blurry vision cleared to see a place that was unfamiliar to him. He reached for the gun that he usually kept in his belt, but it wasn't there. So he reached for the next best thing, the knife in his boot.

"Jack, he's awake!" someone yelled nearby, a slight accent in his voice.

Dean sat up quickly, his knife clutched tightly in his hand as he frantically looked at his surroundings. He was in what looked to a sort of lounge area with a simple table and two-seater sofa, to the left it branched off to a small kitchen—which in itself would have been normal but to the left was quite different. through a glass wall he saw a whole bunch of computers, closed double doors with solid walls and a pair of tiled stares that lead downward to a circular room on either side of the walls, there was a spiral staircase that lead to a platform above with had many other rooms, one of which looked like an office.

He had no idea where the hell he was, but he got a clue when he spotted the man with the Captain's jacket. Behind him was a younger man—probably about Dean's twenty-five—in a suit fallowing close by.

"You!" Dean exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet.

"Glad you're finally up," Jack smiled at him. "I was getting worried there for a moment." he stopped just beyond the table so it was the only thing that was between him and Dean.

Dean glared at him, "What did you do? And how did I get here?" he demanded.

"I slipped something in your beer." Jack said, nonchalant.

"You drugged me!" Dean said, slightly shocked, but he didn't know why—he should have been suspicious of this guy just showing up, but he had been so secure in his choice about quitting the game that he saw no reason—and it wasn't like he was supposed to think that he was going to get drugged and man handled to another Country around every corner.

"You shouldn't sound so shocked," the young man at his shoulder said to Dean. "I'm Ianto Jones." he clarified.

"You make it sound like he does it all the time," Dean told him. Ianto averted his gaze for a moment before they focused back on Dean. Dean looked at Jack. "You drug people all the time,"

"It comes with the territory," Jack explained.

"I told you that I don't Hunt anymore," Dean ground out in frustration, clutching the hilt of his knife with force. "And what the hell did you do with my gun?" it was his favorite one after all, the one that he always carried with him.

"I think that I confiscated with good reason," he said, pointedly giving the knife in Dean's hands a look. "But clearly I wasn't thorough enough in my search—maybe next time." his eyes traveled up and down Dean's body appreciatively.

Dean's brows furrowed slightly. Did Jack just check him out? Dean shook his head, if he did than that would lead to other questions and suspicions about the body search while he was unconscious and how he really got to wherever the hell he was. So he didn't try to think about it and focused on the fact that this guy had kidnapped him.

"I can still do some damage with this, so if I were you I'd do as I say and take me back!" Dean ordered, his knife at the ready—this was no pocket knife, and the blade could do some real damage.

"I brought you here for a reason," Jack told him.

"And I told you that if you just tell me the name of whatever it is that you are Hunting, then I'd tell you how to kill it!" Dean ranted in a breath.

Jack raised a brow. "And I told you that it wasn't as simple as that."

"Why not?" Dean demanded.

"Because we have off-shoot Monsters that came from America!" Jack snapped lightly.

Dean looked at him, his mouth slightly agape. "What do you mean?"

"What he means is that we have Monsters running around Cardiff which isn't unusual in itself, other than the fact that they come from the American descent." Ianto told him much more calmly than Jack.

The knife lowered as Dean looked between the two, his face pinched with confusion and concern. "That doesn't make any sense." he stated.

Jack almost gave him a 'duh' expression, but instead nodded to Ianto at his side. Ianto held up PADD that Dean didn't notice until now and tapped a few things on the screen before he held it out to Dean.

For a moment Dean didn't take it, but decided that if what they were saying was true, than him being kidnapped for the moment wasn't that big of a deal. It would need to be addressed later of course, but for now he would let the fact that he had been drugged and flown to a different country. He slid his combat knife back into his boot and took the PADD from Ianto.

There were two pictures. The one on the left was a man that was about in his late thirties, but that wasn't what had made Dean take a closer look. His pupils were ringed with red, his skin was like white chalk, and his teeth were tiny and sharp like razors. Around his eyes, mouth and his fingers tips were tinted black, almost as if they were from a decomposing body. Dean had never seen a Monster like this before and couldn't even begin to decipher what it was. The picture on the right was one he recognized well though, a Monster that he had Hunted on multiple occasions. It was vaguely shaped like a Human, but that was all it had going for it. It shoulders were wide, its were arms long, its hips were narrow and so was its legs. It was hairless and its face had no features whatsoever, its face was like a blank slate.

Dean looked up in inquiry.

"The picture on the left is a shape shifter from Cardiff, killed by the removal of its head." Ianto explained. "The other we ran into a week or so ago. We would find somebody dead with a pile of what was skin, teeth and hair next to them, then over the next few days we would get sightings and just when we think that we had almost caught it—it would change it appearance and kill some more."

"How and why do you think that this shifter is from America?" Dean knew full well that it was, but that didn't mean he couldn't get any information out of these guys for it.

"A while back I met a man who had recently lost his wife to a demon possession." Jack said, clearly talking about Bobby. "I ran with him for a while, learned a few things."

"I saw the pictures." Dean said, remembering Bobby's place and the photo's that he had found. "So what did you do with all of the things in Bobby's place that I had packed before you kidnapped me?"

"I put them in storage with the rest of the stuff, had the house cleaned and it's now ready for the buyers." Jack informed him. "Everything's been taken care of."

"Really?" Dean said with some anger.

Jack said nothing more so Dean continued.

"And if you had just told me that it was a shifter then I would have told you silver, and none of us would be in this mess." Dean told him tense shoulders.

"There have also been people with loss of blood, and missing hearts." Ianto informed him, taking the PADD back from Dean.

"And then I would tell you Vampire and Werewolf, decapitation and silver bullet to the heart." Dean looked to Jack, "See how simple that was, Captain?"

"It's not—" Jack started and Dean cut him off, finishing the sentence that he hated with a passion.

"It's not that simple!" Dean let a sneer crossed his features.

That was really starting to piss him off royally.