A/N: Thank you for deciding to read my story. I hope you enjoy the development of this new character and the surprises ahead.

Reviews do make my day. NC


Chapter 2

It had been over three months since Dominick had arrived in the United States, and he was trying to adjust to this new country. Things were different here than in Europe, so he had to make quiet a few adjustments to his hunting technique. There was so much more on the internet about strange and unusual things and the supernatural, though you couldn't believe everything you read. It seemed that some hunters had created sort of hunting communities here and shared information among themselves.

He pulled into the parking lot of a bar called the Empty Bucket and found a space. This was one of a number of hang outs for hunters he had found in his travels. He had not been idle during his search taking out a number of nasty monsters and even helping a few hunters in their hunts. Rumors were floating around the hunting communities of a new hunter that appeared out of no where and was as good as the Winchester brothers. Dominick had heard the names of Sam and Dean Winchester, who were brothers that hunted together, a number of times during his time here in the states. He did his own research and found out some interesting facts about them and wondered how much of it was true and how much was fake.

The door opened easily as he stepped into the dimly lit room, that had a haze of smoke near the ceiling, and paused giving it a once over. He let his senses scan for danger before stepping toward the bar and taking the end stool.

"What'll it be?" the female bartender asked in as sultry voice. She liked them tall, dark and handsome and he sure fit the bill. The stranger had raven black, long hair that was partly held back with a leather cord. The color of his eyes was hard to discern since they varied from a deep violet to almost black, depending on his mood. But what hit you was how they seemed to pierce into your very soul, like he was seeing the real you and not just the outside appearance. He was lean and muscular and moved with the stealth of a predator staking their prey. He was dressed in dark jeans, boots, dark shirt and leather jacket, that let him fit right in with the others in the bar.

"Beer please," Dominick answered, ignoring her attempts at flirting.

She put down a napkin and sat the icy cold bottle of beer on it and moved to serve someone else seeing he didn't seem interesting in getting cozy.

The beer was cold and tart to his taste buds as he sipped on it while he cast his gaze toward the others in the room. He automatically picked out the hunters without much of a problem, but didn't acknowledge any of them, even though he did recognize a couple. He was not one to socialize with the locals and kept his head down, but listened closely trying to catch any conversation he could.

Two were talking about their last hunt and taking out a Wendigo in the Michigan woods that had been killing campers. Another mentioned Dean Winchester and that he was back in the game again. This struck him as unusual wondering what had happened to this well known hunter. He listened a little harder and caught something that both brothers had disappeared for nearly a year before they magically showed back up again. Dominick wondered if he should arrange a chance meeting with these hunters and see if they had any knowledge of the creature he was pursuing. He finished his beer and got up to leave, wanting to find a motel for the night before it got late.

"Don't I know you?" one of the hunters asked as he strolled past them.

"Probably not," he said. His accent usually gave him away as being an outsider to most.

"Yeah I do, you took out that ghoul in St Louis a while back. Good work," he complemented him. "You on a job?"

"Not at the moment," he replied trying to be polite, but still trying to leave.

"Why don't you join us for a drink?" he asked. "Name's Clive and this is Lester."

Dominick thought about declining, but decided it wouldn't hurt to have one more beer and pulled a chair out to sit down. He might be able to gather some information from them to help himself. He reached out and felt their souls deciding they were okay guys; not like a few he had come across that hunted. They didn't do it to save people, they hunted for the shear pleasure of the kill and it didn't matter if innocents were killed in the process. He had felt their souls and they were dark and evil.

"I'm Dominick," he replied trying to be polite. "Dom, for short."

"I'll get us another round," Lester said getting up to go to the bar.

"Are you new to hunting?" Clive asked out of curiosity.

"No, I've been doing it for a long time," Dominick replied trying to be vague and not reveal much about himself.

"That's a unique accent you've got, where do you hail from?"

"I was born here but moved around a lot. Most of my family is from Romania."

"Here we go, beers all around," Lester said interrupting the conversation so Dominick didn't have to continue. "What were we talking about?"

"We were going to check out some deaths in Texas," Clive said watching Dominick as he sipped his beer. He was a strange one, but from what he remembered of the hunt he did, he was good at it. "You wanna come with us?" he offered to Dominick.

"No, but thanks for the offer. I have others things I need to do."

"Okay, sure. Do you hunt alone?"

"Mostly, I have occasionally assisted other hunters."

"Good to know. We kind of have a small community of hunters that help each other out and such. It's run by a guy named Garth. He took it over when Bobby Singer was killed a couple of years ago. Now he was a legend. Won't ever be another one like him," Clive rambled before stopping to take a long draw on his beer.

"Probably the best researcher and hunter out there besides the Winchesters. From what I hear he was their mentor and sort of father figure after their Dad passed away. That man was another damn good hunter too. Too bad he died so young," Lester continued for Clive.

Dominick remained quiet as he listened to them talk gathering knowledge to store away for later. He listened to them ramble on for another fifteen minutes before excusing himself and getting up to leave. He was surprised when Clive shoved a scrap of paper his way with their cell numbers on it.

"In case you ever need any help with a case, give us a call," Clive said. "Doesn't hurt to have some back up if you need it."

"Thanks," Dominick said picking it up and shoving it in his pocket. He paused for a moment and then pulled a napkin his way before taking out a pen and writing down his cell number. "Same for you."

"Take care out there," Lester told him.

They watched him stroll toward the door and out it before turning back to their drinks.

"He's an unusual character," Clive commented.

"Yeah, kind of quiet, but those are the ones you need to look out for," Lester said. "At least we know he knows what he's doing and isn't some green horn that'll get his self killed the first time he does a hunt."

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The door to the bar opened and two tall figures stepped into the entrance, pausing long enough to survey the room before moving to the bar. One was limping slightly and the other was walking stiffly. They took a seat at a couple of bar stools and waited to be served.

"Hello there..." the female bartender drawled out as she took in the two good looking hunks sitting there. Maybe she'd get lucky tonight after all. "What can I get for you two?"

"Beer and shot of Jack," the older of the two ordered in a rough voice.

"Coming right up," she said putting down napkins and sitting a shot glass on each. She poured the shots and moved to the cooler to pull two bottles of beer from it placing them beside the shots. "If you need anything else let me know," she told them leaning closer so they could see her cleavage.

Both just nodded their response as they downed the shots wincing as it burned all the way down sending warmth throughout their cold bodies.

"Winchesters, it's been a long time," Clive said coming up behind them.

Dean's hand was on his weapon and ready to attack, but Sam laid a hand on his arm to stop him. Ever since Dean had come back from Purgatory, Sam had noticed how jumpy and on edge he still was. It was like he couldn't shut it off and it showed in his hunting too. He was more intense and serious than before with a drive that was scary. He turned to see who had spoken to them. Sam frowned as he wracked him memory on who the guys was. He was sure he was a hunter and his face did look vaguely familiar.

"You hunted with Bobby some," Dean stated moving to pick up his beer and sip on it.

"Yeah, sorry to hear about...You know..." Clive said trying to express his sorrow, but it was awkward. "Good to have you guys back on the front lines. You run across a new hunter that's out there yet?"

"What some green horn that's goin' to get himself killed on the first hunt?" Dean grunted in disgust.

"Naw, seems like he knows his business. You just missed him; he was in here about thirty minutes ago, a real quiet one. Said his name was Dominick."

"You know where he comes from or anything about him?"

"He wasn't the sharing type, but he did have an accent I couldn't place. He looked Sam's age and said he'd been hunting for a while. Talked to a hunter that worked with him, said he was good. He did give me his cell number if we needed any backup."

"Could you give that to me?" Sam asked rummaging in his pockets for a pen. He leaned over the bar and picked one up to hand to Clive.

"Okay, don't see how'd it'd hurt," he said scribbling on a napkin for him.

"Thanks and good to see you again," Sam said looking at the number before stuffing it in his pocket.

"Same here. Glad you're back," Clive nodded moving away.

"Why'd you do that?" Dean asked curious about Sam's action.

"It might come in handy," Sam shrugged not sure why he did it himself, but it was always good to have allies on their side.

"Finish your beer, I need a hot shower and a bed," Dean grumbled catching the bartender for another shot.

She came over and poured another before pouting when he didn't notice her and walked away.

"How's the ribs and shoulder?"

"Hurts like hell," he growled downing the shot in one gulp. He swallowed the last of his beer and looked at his brother. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Sam sighed knowing that was a dismal from him. He had been getting a lot of that lately and wasn't sure how to make it right with his brother.

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The motel that he chose was several hours away from the bar. He always looked for the smaller, no name motels, but made sure they were clean and cheap. Dominick didn't need fancy places to stay as long as there was a shower and bed, that's all he needed.

He had been able to stay with different clans across the country as he moved about. Word had spread throughout the Romanian clans to welcome him and help if they could. He found them welcoming and helpful and was able to exchange vehicles for a little newer non-descript car. Dominick made sure that the car that Mother B had loaned him was sent back to her.

He came out of the bathroom running his fingers through his long, damp hair before going to the table to open up the laptop he had been given when he first got into this country. He pulled up a number of sites and started searching again for anything on the creature he was chasing. It took him nearly a month to pick up its trail but it had vanished again. It was elusive and hard to track since there was such a huge area it could hide in, but he wasn't giving up; he had been given this task and he planned to see it through.

Another article caught his eye about some strange deaths in a town less than a half a day's drive from where he was and decided to go check it out the next day. He wasn't one to remain idle and wanted to keep his skills honed for the hunt. After saving the article and shutting down his laptop, Dominick went to bed to let his body and mind rest.