Chapter 2

Sam and Dean were hunting a coven of vampires. Missing persons, mutilated cattle, the whole shebang. After questioning several people, it was very obvious that it was vamps. More than one, probably.

All the evidence pointed to their "layer" being in an abandoned house in the middle of a large field. It was open on all side, so it would be difficult to penetrate without being seen. Normally they would need a little extra muscle and they'd pray to Castiel, but after what happened... They didn't even know if he was still alive.

It hurt Dean a lot more than he let on. He barely slept, even though he pretended to and was always sipping from a flask throughout the day and once it turned night, he went to the nearest liquor store or bar and got hammered to forget. Cas was his best friend, and he didn't have many friends to begin with. Sam didn't count.

He lost someone he cared about. Dean was sick and tired of losing the people he loved. Only in the darkest recesses of his mind did he admit that he loved Cas. And he did. So much it scared him.

Armed with machetes and large knives dipped in dead men's blood, and yeah a gun or too because, well you never know, the brothers crept up a small hill. It was daylight and that meant they would all be sleeping. Perfect time to attack. They checked the windows and it looked like they were all passed out in the main room. Very stupid.

They slowly opened the front door, checking for booby traps. There didn't appear to be anyone guarding them. There were only three of them. Not too much, but enough to kill several defenseless humans.

We crept up on them and saw them splattered in blood. Upon closer examination two of them were already beheaded and one was laying on the floor, out of it. Someone probably drugged him with dead man's blood.

Dean kicked him and he started to come to. Dean wanted to know what was going on. Who had gotten to their kill before they had?

The vamp blinked up at Sam and Dean and hissed, fangs sliding out. Dean placed a foot on the his neck. It wasn't really necessary since the guy was so out of it, but Dean needed to show him who was really in control here.

"What happened here?" demanded Sam, holding his machete out next to the vampire's face.

The guy hissed and wheezed, "Attacked.."

"By who?" asked Dean gruffly. "Who got to you before we did?"

"A girl...alone..."

"A girl did this? Alone? No way. Dean, that's crazy," said Sam.

The vamp's eyes widened and he stared at Dean. "You're Dean? Dean Winchester?"

Dean sighed. This happened sometimes, when you were as infamous hunters as they were. Monsters tended to try to kill them more often than other hunters. "What about it?"

"She was...looking...for you," said the Vamp slowly. Clearly, whatever he had was worse than dead man's blood; he was dying. That didn't really bother Dean but what the hell caused this to happen? Why hadn't they heard of it?

"For me? Why? Who is she?" demanded Dean.

"Just you...not the other. Dean Winchester..."

"Why?!" asked Sam loudly.

"She's been hunting you for...months, she said. Didn't say why..." he said, his breaths getting shallower and shorter.

"Come on, you gotta know more!" said Dean. Who the hell was hunting them? No one hunted them. They were the hunters. Just them the vamp's eyes rolled back in his head and he stopped breathing. He was dead.

"Sonuvabitch!" exclaimed Dean, kicking the dead body.

"Woah, calm down, Dean," said Sam.

"What the hell is going on? First that demon in Minnesota said 'she' is looking for me now this?"

Sam patted Dean's arm. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before. Don't worry, man. We'll figure this out."

"I don't know, man. Whoever this is has major skill. I mean, trapping that demon specifically for us to find, then whatever she did to this vamp...I mean have you ever seen anything like that? It wasn't dead man's blood it was something more potent. What the hell is going on lately?"

Dean felt like he was about to crack from the stress. First, Castiel going crazy and then going into that lake and letting those leviathans out. The leviathans alone were a lot to deal with, but the loss of Cas was taking it's toll on Dean. He was normally stronger than this, but he felt like he'd been strong for too long. He needed a drink.

"I know, it's crazy. I've never even heard of anything doing that, not even in the lore. But at least we know for sure that someone's hunting us, so we'll be prepared," Sam said, always the straightforward, logical one.

Dean sighed, knowing he was right, and freaking out about things out of his control wouldn't help anything. What he wouldn't give to have Cas with them. He'd know what was up. He could find this mysterious girl and they'd take care of it and afterwards they'd all have beers and burgers and pie and Dean would get to laugh at Cas's confusion about pop culture references and make fun of him without Cas realizing. Dean missed the angel a lot more than he cared to admit.

"Yeah, man. I guess we should probably get outta here," said Dean finally.

They would deal with this girl when the time came. Cross that bridge when they came to it and all that. Dean just hoped he could deal with whatever it was without his angel.