"Okay, tonight's the night baby!" Demid said a little more enthusiastically than he should have. I mean, he's going to kill people and he's happy about it. Even if they did kill his sister and her boyfriend, I'm never glad about having to kill any life. Well, unless it's a demon. But they don't really count as lives… Anyways, I'm still nervous about this going down. We said that we were going to have this plan and all, but we never really got around to it.

I kind of kept Sam busy with…stuff. And Demid and Dean were completely occupied with the other sex, and booze. In the end we kept it simple, because all the complicated plans always seemed to turn out screwy. So we were just going to barge in search, and do our thing. Although were going to be prepared, and loaded up to our heads with anything we might think we'd be going against. I still thought it was a demon, but the others had different opinions. Dean and Demid thought it was an Angry Soul, and it just killed anybody that got near the house. Sammy said he didn't know what to think because of the witchcraft signs on the doors and windows. But he also thought he saw signs of demons in the house though couldn't be too sure.

For some reason my thoughts kept wandering back to the day that I was planning on telling Jake about everything, yet didn't. Maybe he had something to do with everything. I mean he is a witch… No he couldn't be. Even if my wolf instincts told me not to tell him, maybe it was just because I didn't want to involve him in everything. I sighed, I wasn't getting anywhere with all this thinking. Having a high IQ doesn't mean that I'm going to figure out all the things in the world as quickly as learning to breath or something.

"Yep, tonight's the night. We get to kill things! Yay!" I said with fake enthusiasm, as if to mock him. Demid glared at me, then stuck his tongue out like the little kid he still was. Gosh that made me think back to the younger, simpler days of my childhood. Okay not all of them were, but I wouldn't call those days my childhood. Grinning I punched him in the arm.

"Now now children. Stop all this nonsense." Dean tried acting high and mighty, but failed miserably at it. Demid and I stared at him for a few seconds before we burst out into laughter.

"Alright guys. Time to get serious. We should leave now to get there in time for the moon to come up." Sam said, as sober as ever. After he said that, there was no room for humor. Although we joked about it, killing was never a thing of pleasure. And never should be. I enjoyed my job, no doubt about that. Just didn't think it was right for anything to think it was right to kill, might as well be a demon for god's sake. Hunters only killed because we had not. There was no 'want' involved in our mission. And once a hunter, always a hunter. No backing out, or else you pretty much gave up living. Since your old enemies would eventually track you or your family down and kill them in cold blood.

"Let's get going then boys."

A few miles later we were trotting along at top speed towards our destination. Dean had to ride on Demid's wolf form's back. Sam on mine. "This is totally not a position I would ever want to see myself in." Dean grumbled unhappily. Me and Sam laughed, me more of a wolf growl type thing. Demid just looked as unhappy as Dean did.

"Well, your going to have to deal with it for a bit longer. And if you were drunk enough I bet you wouldn't care who you were in that position with." Sam chuckled at my comment.

"That's definitely not true." "Why would you even think of that?" Both of them said at the same time. I just ignored them and kept laughing as we cleared a few more trees and reached the house. All the laughing abruptly stopped. We hadn't even noticed that we were this close. What if someone heard us?

"Dean, Demid, get into position." They nodded in response and circled around the back of the cabin looking house. Using my gifts I made it more foggy around the house giving it an eerie look. Like in my dreams. Although the trees weren't aligned so that gave me some relief. We had previously bought some earpiece communicators that would help us talk during our 'job'. But it still made me jump when I heard a voice say, "hey, was that you?"

"Indeed it was. Get ready to rumble."

We all crept up to the little house, all made sure we were in position then silently made our moves. "Silver, check for traps. We don't want to get caught in one of those." I concentrated on the wiring and felt nothing of any sort of electrical trap, so then I checked with metal, and wood. And anything else you could think of.

"There's a trip wire on the back door, so watch out. At the back of the house there's a window on the second floor that's open. I don't think there are any traps in that room. But I can't sense people or demons, so be careful. There might be someone guarding the area. Me and Sam will take the cellar door. It's only a simple lock on the outside. So we'll meet you in the kitchen. Over."

"Were moving in now." Sam and I signaled to each other and I picked the lock quickly and efficiently. I knew Sam could as well, but it didn't really matter, this wasn't a competition. We just wanted to get in then do some necessary things and get out.

We got into the basement and started looking around for a door when I heard some crinkling on the other end of the communicators. "Dean, Demid are you there? What happened?" The only answer was static. It didn't look good. So I concentrated on everything around me and I found the upstairs window was indeed open, but something wasn't right. Other than the window I couldn't 'see' anything. And by seeing I mean 'sensing' if you get what I mean. It's really hard to describe to someone who doesn't have the ability. Almost like a dream you can't remember but you can still feel what happened.

"Sam it looks like were doing a rescue mission too. We better be careful from now on, someone knows were here." I said while turning to face him. But it wasn't him that I saw. Sam was on the floor right next to the last person I expected to see…