The front door to Lexi's little home flew open and it was obvious from her demeanor, the dark-haired girl was angry. She walked over and leaned against her kitchen counter for balance as she pulled the black heels from her feet.

"We should have gone straight to Oliver's," she stated angrily to the two men who had followed her into the house.

"We at least need to get a bandage on that," Sam indicated the gash on her forehead, "and a change of clothes maybe."

Lexi nodded her head, thoughts running through her mind, "Right, I'll be back."

She took off down her hallway to her room, she'd been racking her brain on the car ride home as to what could possibly be going on with Oliver. That wasn't the man she'd come to know over the past six months, or maybe she didn't know him at all. What if it had all been just a façade? Stop it! She scolded herself as she tossed the dress she'd slipped off onto her bed, and pulled a pair of jeans from her dresser. There's a logical explanation to this, she tried to remind herself as she pulled the black t-shirt over her head. The pain from the fabric rubbing across the wound reminded her to grab the bandages and antiseptic from the bathroom medicine cabinet. She watched herself in the mirror as she dressed the gash, then slipped socks on before pulling on her tennis shoes.

"Let's go," she announced as she made her way back into the kitchen and Sam tossed her a bottle of water he'd gotten out of her fridge, "His place is about fifteen minutes from here.

The three hunters climbed from inside the car and Sam took note that Oliver's home was located in a very populated neighborhood and quickly noticed the CCTV cameras located high upon the power poles, so he grabbed the satchel he kept his laptop in. They approached the house and Dean saw the door was already open before he reached for the knob, he quickly pulled his gun from the back of his jeans and held it ready in front of him as he pushed the door all the way open.

The house was a disaster, there was a broken mirror on the living room wall with a fresh blood smear, broken furniture was slung about and it was obvious there was a massive fight in this house.

Dean walked about processing the scene before him when he noticed a picture frame lying in the floor, he reached down and picked it up. The glass was shattered, but the smiling faces of Oliver and Lexi could still be seen. He laid the frame over on the kitchen counter, before he turned back to look at his brother.

Sam had already pulled out his laptop and quickly typed away, he noticed Dean was looking at him, "There's some CCTV cameras outside, I'm trying to pull them up, surely we'll have a shot of someone leaving the house."

Lexi had moved across the room to the large bay window located across from the kitchen. The curtains were pulled back and the light from the full moon outside lit up area. She noticed the pistol lying on the floor, half of it lit up from the moonlight and she bent down to pick it up. It was Oliver's and he never went anywhere without the thing.

She turned and saw Dean had made his way over to stand beside her and she said softly, "What the hell did he get himself into?"

"Can you think of anyone who has a grudge against him?" Dean hated the way the sentence sounded, like he was interrogating a stranger.

"He's a hunter," Lexi stated with a shake of her head, "Who doesn't have a grudge against us?"

This news surprised Dean, he'd never really thought about what the guy did for a living, but it made perfect sense, he knew that deep down she wouldn't be happy with someone she couldn't be herself around.

Lexi could see the surprised expression on his face as she tucked the pistol into the waist of her jeans at her back.

"Don't look at me like that," she said quietly, "Things change."

"Yep," was the only response he offered.

Sam's voice broke the silence, "I've got something."

The two hunters approached him at the kitchen bar and saw the footage on the screen as what looked like Oliver on the street in front of his house, dragging someone across the sidewalk to the truck which sat at the curb. Lexi noticed the time on the screen ready 05:20, nearly an hour before he picked her up for dinner.

"Zoom in," Lexi said as she leaned closer to the screen.

Sam clicked a few keys on the keyboard and once zoomed in she could see the body was also Oliver, and the person dragging him turned to face the camera and the retinal flare gave away what they were dealing with.

"Shifter," Dean stated out loud.

They watched as he tossed Oliver's body into the bed of the truck and climbed in the driver's seat.

"I'll see if I can't track the truck using the camera footage, give me a few minutes," the younger brother stated reassuringly to Lexi, "There's a good chance he's still alive."

She nodded her head in understanding and took a seat at the bar beside him.

It took the computer whiz about twenty minutes to get a final location on the truck and the three hunters piled into the Impala to head to a small abandoned barn at the edge of town. Sam noticed how quiet the girl in the backseat was and he turned to look at her.

"We're going to get him back Lex," he said gently.

"I know," she replied quietly, then stared out the window at the passing trees illuminated from the brightness of the full moon.

The girl leaned her head against the back of the seat, alone with her thoughts. She cared about Oliver, a lot, that's why this was so hard, not knowing if he was okay, not knowing what was happening to him. Unfortunately, that's the risk you take with a hunter, never knowing when the past will come back to haunt you. The pain she felt in her heart, it was something she wasn't accustomed too, she didn't get close to people, especially other hunters, with the exceptions in front of her, but that was her cross to bear for Charlie. Everyone dies eventually, the only question she found herself asking, Is it worth it? Would feeling nothing at all, be better than feeling all the pain that came with knowing someone who could be taken away from you suddenly. She wasn't prepared to let Oliver go, she felt like they had barely started their story. But is it worth it? The question burned in her mind. When she lost Charlie, she lost a huge piece of her heart. She couldn't remember a day she hadn't shed a tear over the thought of her friend, but knowing Charlie, having her in her life, it was worth the pain. She would rather live everyday feeling the heartache of missing her best friend, than to have never known her at all. Is he worth that? Is anyone else worth that? The questions kept running through her mind.