A/N; I've made this chapter a bit longer than the second, probobly going to keep making them longer let me know if you want them to be longer. And thank KitKatKin for editing the story for me! Enjoy.

It's been a few days since my last encounter with the FBI agents. I've decided that it's time that I left my house. I head out and take Boon for a walk; I figured that since it was around 1 p.m. I would go over to the diner a few blocks away for lunch.

It takes about 15 minutes for us to get to the diner. As I am walking through the parking lot, I notice a familiar black muscle car parked a few stalls away from the entrance.

Boon and I head into the diner. The outside looks like a giant metal mobile home, but when you walk in, the floor is wooden and the walls are a light blue. Across from the door there is one long table with stools next to it. As you look to the left and right, there are five booths next the wall to sit in.

I see the FBI agents sitting in a booth at the far end of the don't seem to have noticed me, so I sit a few booths away from them. I'm far enough away to listen to them without them noticing.

Nancy, one of the waitresses, and also the owner of the diner, walks over to take my order.

"Hey Mitch, good to see you!t's been over a week since you were last in here," She says, smiling.

"Yeah, it's good to see you too. I figured that it was time for me to get out of the house, so I thought that Boon and I would come in for some lunch," I reply, smiling back.

I've been friends with Nancy for years. I would either come here with my parents for supper or I would come in after school for a quick snack before work.

"That's nice, what can I get you?" she asks.

"Can I get a cheeseburger with side of fries and a coke, and a bowl of water for Boon, please?" I say.

"Yeah, no right up," she replies as she turns around and heads towards the kitchen.

As I sit there waiting for my food, I overhear the agents talking.

"So, I did some more research, and it turns out this is our kind of gig," Agent Tyler says.

"Man, I told you it was," replied Agent Perry.

"So I think that it was a Kitsune based on the claw marks and parts of their brains missing," says Agent Tyler in a hushed tone.

"Ok, so what is our next move?" asks Agent Perry.

"We track it down and kill it, I suppose," Agent Tyler replied.

What the hell are they talking about? I ask to myself. Unsure of what I just heard, I decide to confront them about it. I stand up and make my way over to their booth.

As I get closer to them, I catch Agent Tyler's attention and shock covers his face as he realizes that I was there and that I had heard everything.

"Hey there, you two, out of curiosity, what were you guys talking about?" I ask them in a condescending tone.

"Um, nothing, just a football game from the other night," Agent Perry says, trying to divert the question.

"Ok, lets cut the crap. I heard what you guys were talking tell me, what is a kitsune?" I reply.

"Seriously man, we have no idea what you're talking about."

"Seriously man, I know you tell me, is this Kitsune what killed my parents?"

"Ok, you really want to know? Then meet us here later tonight and we'll tell you what happened to your parents," Agent Tyler replies, knowing that he's been defeated.

He takes a pen out of his pocket and writes something down on a napkin and hands it to me. It reads Acorn Motel, Room 13.

"Meet us there at 9 tonight and we will tell you what happened to your parents," says Agent Perry as they both head for the door.

I head over to Nancy who was over by the cash register.

"Hey, Nancy, I have to I get the food in a to go box?" I ask.

"Sure total is $9.56," She says as she put my freshly made food in a styrofoam box.

I hand her a 20 and grab Boon's leash as we head for the door.

"Have a good day," I say, walking out the front door.

"Yeah, you too, and thanks for the tip." I hear her say as the door slams shut behind me.

I head home with one question in my mind: What's a Kitsune? I'm determined to find out.

Boon and I are home within 10 minutes, walking at a fast pace with anticipation as I know that once I get home I will be able to find out what killed my parents.

I get inside the house and head straight to the computer in my room. I google "Kitsune" and the only thing that pops up are definitions of a human-fox hybrid from Japanese folklore.

What the hell?Are they messing with me?

Hours go by and anger starts to build inside me as I start to come to the conclusion that the agents were lying to me.

Before I know it, it's 8:30. I grab Boon and head for the front door as we make our way to the Acorn Motel. It takes about a half hour to get to the motel on foot, but I finally make it. I go down the sidewalk going from door to door until I get to room 13.

I knock on the door there is nothing but silence, then I hear footsteps. I hear locks moving and the door swings open. Agent Tyler is standing in front of me no longer in a suit.

"Come in," he says.

I walk into the room. There are two beds each on opposite sides of the room.I let Boon go and he jumps on the bed to the right. The carpet is dark gray and the walls are tan. There is a window next to the door, and in front of the window is a table with two chairs, Agent Perry sitting in one of them.

"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me about my parents death?" I ask as I sit down next to Boon on the bed.

"Ok, first off, we aren't FBI," Agent Perry says.

"You don't say," I reply.

"My name is Dean Winchester and this is my brother 're hunters," Dean says.

"Ok, so are most of the people in this town, what's the part that you're not telling me?" I reply, knowing that what he's telling me isn't the truth, or at least not the whole truth.

"We hunt monsters like the one that killed your parents. That's why we're believe that your parents' murder was supernatural."

"You think that a Japanese human-fox hybrid killed my parents?" I say.

"How do you know what they are?" Sam asks .

"I do my research," I reply.

"Yes, we think that it was a Kitsune that killed your way that your parents were attacked match those of how a Kitsune kills its prey."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why would you have come if you didn't?"

"Good you hunt other monsters have you hunted?"

Sam pulls a thick leather journal out of his dufflebag and hands it to me. I flip through it. There are drawings of all kinds of creatures and next to the drawing is writing. I'm guessing telling what it is and how to kill it.

"That is our father's journal, where he has recorded every monster he has ever ran refer to it as a bestiary, a book of all supernatural creatures."

"I'm impressed, and I do believe what's our next step?"

"Well, now Sam and I track down the Kitsune and kill it before it attacks anyone else," Dean says.

"I'm helping you." I demand.

"No you're not," he replies.

"This thing killed my parents! I'm helping!"