A/N: Hey guys, so just a quick note before you start this chapter. This one will focus on Sam and Dean. Next chapter focuses on Ana. I really wanted to take some time to focus on what the separated halves of the Winchester family are doing in this time. :) Who's ready for a good ol' fashioned hunt? Also, all lore in here is either from the show itself or from random tidbits I've picked up from different sources on the internet, none of it is mine.

Happygoddess2003: Thank you so much for the reviews! I love hearing what you think after each chapter. I had to put Bobby in, it was just something that needed to happen and the way he and Chuck react to one another is great. It probably won't be the last we see of the two together. Yay for Ana feels! We're going to get more of those coming soon and much more of Sam stepping up as a big player in things. I hope you enjoy this Sam and Dean focused chapter.

One month had passed since the day Dean had woken up to find Ana gone. One month with zero contact from his daughter. A week ago Sam was able to convince him that they needed to do something with themselves other than just sit around the bunker. Shortly before that Connor had informed them that he was going to temporarily live with the members of the High Council in the castle, saying that being in the bunker was becoming too much for him. Dean felt bad for the witch, he wasn't working through his grief the way he should have been because Ana's absence was getting too him. There were moments Dean wasn't entirely sure that Connor was thinking clearly at all, it was like his head was clouded by something along with the anger and worry he shifted back and forth between for Ana. He hoped that some time away from the bunker would do the kid some good, which in turn is probably what his younger brother was hoping by forcing Dean to go on the first hunt he could find.

"What are we going after again?" Dean asked as he tossed the last bag into the trunk of the Impala and closed the lid. Sam had done a lot of talking when he'd first brought up the case and Dean hadn't been paying attention at all. Thankfully Charlie was still there and subtly kicked him under the table in the library enough times for him to catch 'so go pack a bag. We're leaving in ten.' come out of his brother's mouth.

Sam sighed as he folded himself into the passenger seat, his phone and an article he'd printed off of the internet in his hand. "Of course he wasn't pay attention." he grumbled to himself just before Dean opened the door and slid into the seat next to him. "I'm not entirely sure what we're up against yet. In the past four days three men have gone missing from their campsites. There's no sign of struggle, no animal tracks, nothing."

"So we're going to have to get there and take this step by step is what you're telling me?" Dean questioned, pushing the key into the ignition while turning to look at his brother.

"Pretty much." Sam nodded, "It'll be nice to work a normal case. No angels, no demons or witches. Just you and me on the road, taking down monsters."

Dean scoffed as he turned the engine on, "Yeah, right." the words were muttered, the noise of the radio covering them up as he guided his baby out of the garage and onto open road. It may have been a nice change of pace from worrying about the big and bads, but he would feel a lot better about doing it if he wasn't still worried about Ana.

Looking over at his brother as he directed the car onto the main highway, Sam could tell that leaving to go on this hunt while Ana was still gone didn't sit right with him. There was no part of Sam that thought Ana was in any form of trouble while she was gone, she just needed the space and that was something he could fully understand. Dean needed to understand that too. With that thought in mind Sam decided that he would make the rest of their hunt feel as normal as possible and the first step of that was going to be all too easy. "Ugh, really?" He groaned as the song switched on the radio, "Change the station." he demanded, reaching his hand to do it himself.

"Hey!" Dean snapped, slapping Sam's outstretched hand away from his stereo. "I will cut off your hand, Sammy." he warned, reaching for the dial and turning the music up louder.

The younger Winchester groaned, "This is terrible, even for you this is terrible." he complained further, wondering how Dean even enjoyed this crap. Some of the stuff his brother listened to Sam could handle, he'd grown used to it over the years and even liked some of it, though he would never admit that to Dean, but the sound coming out of the speakers was the worst of it.

Dean scoffed, "So Styx isn't the best band, but this is one of their best songs! This is a classic!" he argued over the music, tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel and beginning to sing along, mostly just to annoy Sam. "You see the world through your cynical eyes, you're a troubled young man I can tell. You've got it all in the palm of your hand, but your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest. And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it." He sang high pitch and off key, knowing very well the reaction he would get from his baby brother.

Wincing at the terrible sound of Dean's singing, Sam tried his best to relax back in his seat and ignore what was going on to his left. He had learned many things during the long time that he traveled in this car with his brother and one of those things was if he gave a reaction to something like this it would only get worse, so he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making another comment and focused outside the windshield instead.


It hadn't surprised Dean at all when they were only about five hours away from the bunker and Sam was already snoring in the seat next to him. Between the mass amount of searching he had been doing over the spell that the rogues had used against Ana, making sure that their system was still running right so they would get alerts if she accessed her phone or bank accounts, and keeping in contact with other hunters to watch out for any strange omens, Sam had been working pretty hard and not sleeping enough to keep up with it. His little brother may not have been as worried about Ana as he and Connor were, but he was focusing on the things that he assumed had driven her from them, which showed Dean that he wasn't completely lacking in feeling toward Ana like he had originally assumed when Sam showed little fear of her being gone.

Glancing over at Sam, the elder Winchester sighed as he directed the car off of the highway and into a gas station he had seen a sign for a couple miles back. Reaching over, he slapped the back of his hand against his brother's chest to wake him up. Dean tried to contain his laugh as Sam jerked awake, but failed miserably as the younger man frantically looked around for a threat and then groaned when he realized there wasn't one. "First stop along the way. Need anything?" He gestured toward the gas station.

"Naw, I'm good. Just going to go back to sleep." Sam closed his eyes again and rested his head against the window.

"We've got at least another seven hours in the car, Sammy. I'm not going to stop again unless we have to. You sure you don't want to get out, stretch, get something to eat or drink?" Dean hated stopping when they didn't have to, if they were going to be on the road he wanted to get to their destination as quick as possible.

Slightly opening his eyes, Sam glared at his brother, "I don't care. I'll eat when we get there." he grumbled, turning his face downward and going back to sleep.

With a shake of his head, Dean got out of the car. They would need a full tank of gas to get through the rest of the trip, or at least as close to their destination as possible, and he was going to need caffeine if he was going to make it there without having to switch Sam to let him drive. It had been so long since they had been on a normal hunt that Dean was no longer used to driving for long hours at a time, he would need the extra boost to keep him focused. One last look at Sam through the window, he turned to begin putting fuel into the car.

Making the stop quick, Dean went inside to pay when the tank was full, stopping only to get a black coffee and some chips. The snack would do to tide him over for the rest of the drive, if he put pedal to the floor they could make it to Illinois a little sooner than planned.


Stopping at the nearest motel once they pulled into town, they began to go over the information Sam had been able to get over the Internet in further detail. "So every case has been a camper?" Dean questioned as he got back in the car after booking their room. Putting the car back in drive he steered it toward the room they would be sharing while they were working there.

"From what I can tell." Sam offered, waiting until his brother stopped the car before getting out to help unload their bags. "All sites that had a man go missing were deep in the forest."

"Just men?" Dean raised an eyebrow at that, he had originally thinking about the possibility of a wendigo, but with it being gender specific like that the lore didn't line up.

Sam nodded, grabbing his duffle once the trunk was open and slinging it over his shoulder. Waiting for Dean to grab the rest, he glanced over the paper in his hand at the notes he had written down. "Dennis Lockwood was the most recent to go missing. He was on a weekend trip with his wife and two daughters. The first two were camping together, a pair of brothers, Kenneth and Chris Grant. They were reported missing after neither man had returned home on the scheduled date."

With a furrowed brow, Dean closed the trunk and walked around the car to the door of their room, unlocking it quickly before entering. He was mentally shuffling through years of information on creatures, the lore and mythology that had been programmed into his brain. "I'm not coming up with anything off first glance, you?" he threw his bag down on the bed closest to the door.

Sam shook his head, "Nothing generic at least."

"Generic?" The eldest Winchester questioned with a scoff, "How weird is it that we not only hunt down the world's evil and dangerous, but that we can now categorize some of it as generic?"

Giving a short laugh, Sam sighed and he put his bag down on the second bed, sitting down next to it as he answered. "After what we've been through, there is a sort of made up classification system. Don't you think?"

"Well yeah, you have the basics. Vamps, werewolves, shifters, and ghosts. Then you've got the less frequent monsters. Djinn, kitnuse, rugaru, ghouls." Dean thought out loud as he considered the type of ordering system the creatures they went up against could be placed in. Sitting across from his brother he continued, "Let's not forget the really annoying ones. Amazons, dragons, dark witches, and sirens. Top tier douchebags would have to be angels, demons, leviathans, and gods- pompous dick wads, all of 'em."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean's ranking system of monsters before chuckling, "Sounds about right to me." He agreed with a small sigh, their lives would never be anything close to normal. "So far I think we can rule out the 'basics' as you called them. If it were anything like that they wouldn't have left the girls in the Lockwood family."

Nodding, Dean laid back against the bed, covering his face with his hands as he thought. "Wendigo wouldn't have left the chicks either and they would have left some sort of evidence more than likely." Pushing himself up on his elbows, he focused his eyes back on his brother. "We're going to have to actually research this one instead of just finding the thing and killing it right of the bat, aren't we?"

"Looks like. Park services?" Sam offered, knowing that with lack of evidence the police would be no help, not unless they needed to track down a link between the victims, but this didn't seem like that type of case.

"Park services." Dean agreed, standing up off of his bed with a groan. He was pretty tired and probably should have been sleeping instead of jumping head first into this case, but the faster they got done with this the sooner he could go back to focusing his energy on finding Ana.

The drive to the camping grounds where the men had gone missing wasn't a long one, they had purposefully picked the motel closest to the end of town so they could quickly get back and forth. This whole thing reminded Dean so much of the wendigo case that they had taken on right after Jess' death that he was starting to get edgy, he hated wendigos and really felt no need to ever see one again. "So if this thing is really going after men only, do you think it was a wise decision for it to just be the two of us?" He glanced at Sam in question, maybe they should have brought Charlie.

"I think we can handle it, Dean. We've been up against other creatures that prey on men, we made it out of those just fine." Sam scoffed, it wasn't like this was their first hunt. "Whatever this is can't be as bad as going up against a leviathan, man or woman those things were a pain to kill."

"Yeah, you're right." With that agreement, Dean parked the Impala in front of the small cabin near the beginning of the forest. This particular set of woods was a less traveled area of a national forest and that was the only reason they even had a park services on this side of the woods. Getting out of the car, Dean glanced at his brother over the top and gave him a slight nod.

Once in the station, Sam moved to grab a map, knowing that they would need it if they were going to make it through the forest. Opening it up, he glanced toward the desk that his brother was waiting at for whatever ranger was on shift to come talk to him. Looking back down at the map in his hands he began to study it more carefully, there didn't seem to be anything really notable. Trees, streams, a lake about five miles in, and if you hiked up far enough there was a sort of cliff face that looked to drop pretty far to the ground below. Taking all of these things into consideration, Sam began to think of what could be hiding within the wilderness.

"How can I help you?" The feminine voice pulled Sam's attention away from the map and toward the desk. There was a female ranger standing behind it with a kind smile as her eyes glanced back and forth between the brothers.

Dean instantly perked up as his eyes studied the woman who stood in front of him, "Hi there. My brother and I were planning on taking a camping trip in the forest, but we wanted to ask some questions about the disappearances you've been having first. We don't let much stop us from some time out in nature, but neither of us can chance going missing."

Sam rolled his eyes, some of the lies his brother came up with were pretty terrible, and that paired with the flirtatious look he was sure Dean was using made him step in. "Yeah, his daughter would be really upset if he were to get eaten by a bear."

The ranger laughed softly, "Well I can assure you that these disappearances aren't due to a bear." she explained, watching as the man in front of her turned to look at the taller man across the room. "The police aren't even entirely sure that these are chance disappearances. With no sign of struggle and our searches turning up nothing, I heard they're starting to think that these men chose to leave and 'disappear' on their own."

"I guess that means we can continue on with our trip. Thank you so much." Sam spoke before Dean could get the chance, sending his brother a look before gesturing toward the door. He led the way out the door, stopping next to the Impala he sighed and frowned, "We're not going to get any help on this one."

Dean nodded, glancing over his shoulder back at the station. "So we do this old school. It may take a lot of research, but we focus on forest dwelling monsters who target men and leave no trace behind."

Rolling his eyes, Sam opened up the door to the passenger side and considered how long it would take them to get through every piece of lore that could meet those qualifications and the number of theories they would have to work through. "I'll call Charlie and see if she can dig up some stuff on her end."


They'd stopped to pick up food on the way back to their room and the moment Dean was done eating he fell back on the bed he'd claimed as his and passed out just after giving Sam instructions to wake him up in two hours. Four hours had passed and the younger Winchester had come up with only a couple possibilities. Turns out when you search for something as generic as creatures who target men and live in the woods you get a wide variety of suggestions, most of which did not follow those qualifications. He had just stepped back into the room after taking a call from Charlie and grabbing a bottle of juice from the vending machine when Dean shot straight up in his bed, pulling his pistol out from under his pillow and aiming it at Sam. "Dude. Really?"

"Sorry." Dean grumbled as he lowered his weapon, sitting up and tucking it back under his pillow for now. Rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he yawned before glancing at the clock on the table between both beds. "I told you to wake me up two hours ago."

Sam frowned at his brother as he pushed the door closed, "You obviously needed the sleep and there wasn't much you could have done to help. Charlie and I have both been searching for hours and haven't come up with anything other than a list of guesses."

"What have you got so far?" Dean stood and moved over to the small table in the room, ready to listen to whatever had been found, hoping to help narrow the list down some or offer an idea.

Crossing the room and taking a seat in front of his laptop, Sam pulled up his research and glanced at it. "Other than a long list of generic forest spirits and fae like creatures, I've come up with Pukwudgies who don't pray specifically on men, but they are said to have magical powers so they would be able to take the men and leave no trace. They're a Native American legend. Human looking creatures who are only about two to three feet tall with enlarged noses, fingers, and ears. They used to be kind to humans, but something happened, the what is different in each legend, but it turned them against us. So now they trick humans into their own deaths or kill them with poisoned arrows."

"If their normal MO doesn't center around male victims I saw we take it off of the list. There was that family with the girls and mom, none of them were harmed." Dean suggested, if they were going to finish this case anytime soon they needed to narrow it down fast.

"I was thinking the same thing, which brings around the next option. There's a Mexican urban legend of a witch who was killed by her neighbors after they found out about her powers. It's said that she returned as a human sized owl with the face of a woman who uses coos and sounds that are similar to a baby's cry to lure victims in. She snatches them up in her claws, flies them away to her nest, and eats them." Sam explained, looking at the quick notes he had scribbled on a the motel stationary. "It's a local legend around the Texas/Mexico border, but this wouldn't be the first time something like this has traveled. Also, nothing says that she targets anything specific." With a shrug, he pulled up the email Charlie had sent him. "Now Charlie came across a couple of things that could be contenders as well. There's a Philippine legend, something called Manananggal-"

"Now you're just making stuff up." Dean interrupted, thinking the name sounded a little funny.

Sam glared at his brother a moment before continuing, "Manananggal is said to be an evil, man eating, and blood sucking monster. Mostly described as a hideous, scary looking female with the capability of sprouting wings. Again, nothing specific about her victims." Pulling up the next set of information, he nodded glancing over it even though Charlie had just explained it to him over the phone. "Charlie and I both agree that this last one is probably the most likely."

"Then why didn't you start with this one?" Dean groaned, the options Sam had already stated sounding weird even for the things he and his brother hunted.

"Because we have to cover our basis, now shut up." The younger Winchester snapped before turning back to his laptop, "It's called a huldra. Legend comes from both Christian and Norse folklore. Some of it is generally the same; a beautiful, wild looking woman with the tail of a cow which she hides behind her back when in the presence of a human. Christian tale says that she was a human child of Adam and Eve, Norse states that she's just a woodland spirit. Both are iffy about if she's good or bad, but popular legend says that she lures in men with her beauty, then leads them to their deaths."

Dean mulled that information over, "It would make sense. If she's getting these guys to follow her because of her pretty face there would be no struggle and for something like that there would be no trouble hiding a body. I think it's our best bet. How do we kill her?"

Sam shrugged, "Charlie said she was still looking into it and would send-" he paused, clicking around on his laptop, "Nevermind, I just got her second email. I guess she found another legend that says the huldra is similar to nymphs in Greek mythology as they both have overactive sex drives. She seduces these men and if they're able to satisfy her she lets them live, if they can't that's when she kills them. Apparently even if the men can satisfy her, she continues to use them until they basically die from overexertion."

"What is with chick monsters and killing dudes with sex?" Dean scrunched his face up, "Does this one say how we can kill her?"

"Being similar to nymphs, a huldra is not immortal." Sam quoted the text Charlie had sent him, "I'm assuming that means we can just go at her with normal weapons. Nothing special."

Dean gave a nod and stood from his chair, "Alright, let's go take out this bitch."


Parking the Impala as close to the tree line as he could, Dean killed the engine and hurried out. The sun was still high in the sky, but it was a bit of a hike to the camping sites where the men went missing and they were hoping to get this done while the sun was still up. Trekking back through the trees in darkness was not something either Winchester wanted to do. Opening the trunk, Dean glanced around before lifting the lid to the hidden compartment and glancing through things.

"What are you looking for?" Sam questioned, they each already had their guns on them, other than a flashlight he didn't think that they would need anything else.

Sending a sideways glance at his brother, Dean grabbed a silver knife and stashed it away inside of his jacket. "I don't want to get up there and find out our guns don't work. I figured we should cover our bases. Silver, iron, salt, and an angel blade. Just in case."

Sam paused a minute to consider Dean's train of thought before nodding, "Makes sense." he agreed, having faith that the information they got from Charlie was right, but if one of them were enthralled by the huldra's seduction powers and their guns didn't work it would be very bad. With that in mind, he began to arm himself with other weapons as well.

Once fully armed both brothers turned their attention to the forest, ready to begin the hike so they could get this over with. Sam took lead, he had been studying the map he'd taken of the forest and had memorized the way to the area where the missing men had been camping. Both men kept their eyes on the woods, in the report of the most recent disappearance the wife stated that her husband hadn't gone far from their camp and it had been during the daytime. That meant that they could be attacked at any moment, something that kept them on high alert for everything. They had been walking for close to a half hour when Sam finally stopped and looked around the campsite they had come across, pulling the map out of his back pocket he opened it to make sure they were in the right spot. "Alright, this is the first sight."

"You said that the second one was east of here?" Dean questioned, glancing in that direction and then back to the campsite they were at. His mind was frantically working to come up with some sort of solution, a direction to go, something that would draw the huldra out so they could kill her.

"Yeah." Sam went over the nearest landmarks of the forest in his head, not wanting to bother pulling the map out when he was one hundred percent sure he had it perfectly memorized. "So these men go missing without a trace, right? No marks to follow, no bodies left to be found, assuming that she's killed at least one of them off for not 'satisfying her'. The park rangers had a search team out for days and nothing from either families."

Dean began following his brother's train of thought, easily picking up on where Sam was going with it, "Bodies don't just disappear, so she's obviously doing something with them once she's had her fun."

"If she's getting rid of the bodies, wherever she's ditching them would probably be close to where she normally stays. A forest creature like this probably has a cave or something similar that she probably stays at." Sam was trying to narrow down locations where they should look first. "The lake or the cliff face. The lake is deep enough near the center to sink a body and the cliff is high enough that anything on the ground is too far down to see normally."

Dean frowned, "A cliff in the middle of a forest?"

Sam sighed, "Yes, there must have been some shift in plates or corrosion near the rock face for it to happen. Can we focus on what's really important right now, like the case?"

"Bitch." Dean snapped, he wasn't used to Sam stepping up like this and taking control mid hunt. Normally it was himself with the lead or at least he felt like it was. No doubt Sam pulled the majority of the research and smarts for the pair, but Dean liked to think that to balance that out he was the one to come up with the best plans. Maybe he was off his game this time around or maybe his thoughts were just completely wrong in the first place.

"Jerk." Sam retorted on impulse, watching a flicker of emotion run across his brother's face before quickly disappearing. It was probably worry for Ana, Dean was still so wrapped up in it that Sam continued to push this case on, trying to get them to the bottom of it quicker by pulling more weight. He had been wrong to assume that a hunt would help distract his brother's worries, it seemed that maybe it just made them worse. "So either we both go to each location or we split up."

At the suggestion Dean scoffed, "There's way too much distance between the lake and the cliff for us to split up. I don't care if we're doing this all damn day, but I'm not risking either of us getting caught of guard by this thing just to be seduced and dragged off to be her personal sex slave."

"Good point. Which location do you think we're going to have the most luck with?" Sam wanted to know, he had way more faith in Dean's gut instinct than he did his own.

Considering their options, both brother's came to the same conclusion, "Lake." Sharing a quick nod, they walked away from the campsite and in the direction of the lake, Sam taking lead again so they wouldn't get lost among the vast amount of trees. The hike was another hour to the lake and the sun was beginning to sink slowly in the sky, they needed to move faster if they wanted to get this over with before night set in. As the trees began to thin out the closer they got to the lake both men pulled their guns from the back of their jeans, readying themselves for the possibility that this creature could be closer than they thought.

Dean glanced around, hoping that this would just be easy and the huldra would show itself so they could kill her and be done with it. The lake was large, the back of it meeting the tall hills that were backed by small mountains. Seeing that the tree line was close enough to the water for someone to hide in, he knew that splitting up would be the quickest idea, at least they would be in shouting distance of one another. "You head left, I'll go right. We look for twenty minutes and then meet back here."

Sam nodded, gun gripped tightly in his hand as he turned to walk the curve of the lake. All they needed was some sign that would lead them back to where this creature was living, but he knew how unlikely that was. Deciding to stay just inside the tree line, he looked around for any tracks, listening for any sounds that were out of place, but he wasn't finding anything. When fifteen minutes was up, the youngest Winchester turned around and began the walk back toward his brother, hoping that Dean had been more successful in finding something.


Dean had watched Sam walk away for a few moments before turning his own direction and moving away from the lake. He was beginning to develop a hatred for hunts that led to the wilderness, it was always harder to find what they were looking for and he could do without the damn bugs trying to attack him every other second. Ten minutes had passed and he was beginning to think that he wouldn't find anything until a snapping sound came from behind him. Spinning around with his gun raised, he watched the trees for sign of movement, but when he didn't see anything he turned back around only to come face to face with a woman. A beautiful, blonde haired, naked woman. Very naked. Taking a step back, he tried to keep his mind focused on the fact that this wasn't just a woman, she was a monster and she was killing men.

"Hello." The woman spoke with a soft smile, her eyes roaming up and down the man's body. "Yes, you will do just fine." With the decision she let the full force of her power caress the man's mind, watching as his eyes took on a slightly glazed over look and he lowered his weapon. "This way, dear."

Without second thought Dean let his pistol drop to the ground and followed the woman, a small voice in the back of his head pondering the tail coming out of the lower part of her back, but he was too far gone to care.


It didn't take long for Sam to reach the point he had began at. He waited a few extra minutes for Dean to show up, but when there was no sign of him after ten minutes had passed the younger man swore and hurried in the direction his brother had gone. "Dean!" he yelled the name into the trees, hoping that beyond reason that the other man was just being slow returning or that he'd picked up on a trail that he didn't want to lose so he was waiting for Sam to inevitably come find him. When there was no response Sam yelled again, more frantic, "DEAN!"

About a mile to the north Dean heard the worried call of his brother, though it was faint. Pulling his lips away from the woman's, he glanced around, head clearing slightly, "Sam?" The woman shushed him softly, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling his lips crashing back down to her own.

The sun was closer to the horizon causing Sam to panic further, his chances of finding Dean were less likely in the dark. Swearing again, he picked up his pace and began to jog through the woods, only coming to a stop when something shined a light in his eyes. He frowned, walking toward the metal object that was reflecting the sun, only to find that it was Dean's gun lying discarded on the ground. Kneeling to pick it up, he dusted the dirt off of it, his eyes glancing around before falling back to the ground. "Thank God." Sam muttered, never being so thankful in his life that they worked in heavy boots, the tracks of which were clear on the forest floor. With both guns in his hands he stood and followed the tracks, forcing himself to walk quietly, but quickly. It took a while before he came to a group of trees that were more dense than the rest of the forest, a group of twenty or so of them overlapping one another so that if there was anything in the middle of them someone couldn't see in from the outside. Dean's boot prints led into the mass of trees and Sam could only assume that this was where the Huldra lured all of the men she attacked.

Raising both guns, Sam moved through the trees silently, hoping that he had made it to his brother in time. As the trees cleared toward the center, his eyes landed on something he could do without seeing ever again. Dean was lying on the ground, the huldra straddling him, though thankfully his brother still had pants on. It seemed that the creature enjoyed taking her time before finally taking her victims. With a quick shake of his head Sam stepped all the way through the trees, both guns aimed at the cow-tailed woman who was dry humping his brother. Making sure that when he fired the bullets wouldn't hit Dean if they escaped the monster's body, he fired twice, a bullet from each gun.

Dean jumped at the sound of gunfire and then at the sudden dead weight of the woman on top of him. It took a long minute for his head to clear, but once it had he was pushing the huldra off of him, his head turning to look at Sam.

"You good?" The younger brother asked as he moved further into the trees. Dean still looked at little dazed as his head turned back to focus on the dead creature.

Blinking his eyes rapidly, Dean gave his brother a slow nod before standing up, realizing that he was shirtless and that his pants were undone for the first time. With a shudder he fixed his jeans and then went on the search for his shirts and jacket. "Freaking woods." he muttered once he found the pile of his clothes.

Sam let out a huff of breath, glad that Dean seemed to be alright. He waited until his brother was dressed again before handing over his pistol. Without saying another word, both brother's turned and made their way to the west which would lead them out of the forest, back to where they had left the car. It was a long hike back, the sun having completely set hours before they reached the Impala.

Unloading the excess of weapons they were carrying, they put everything back into the compartment in the trunk before moving to the cab of the vehicle. Each man let out a relieved sigh as they sat down, needing the moment to catch their bearings before they went back to the motel to get some sleep. They would wait to leave town until the next morning. Dean straightened himself out in his seat and slipped the key into the ignition, a small sparkle filling his eyes as the motor rumbled.

"So I have a question." Sam broke the silence they had been comfortable in since the beginning of their hike back, "Why do you always fall for the female monster thing? The one night stand with the Amazon, sleeping with the angel Anna, now this huldra thing. You got a thing for freaky girls or something?" He asked, trying and failing to hold back a snicker as he teased his brother.

"Like you're any better. Werewolf chick, Ruby, and then that kitsune girl." Dean pointed out with a scowl.

Sam sighed, "I only slept with Ruby and at least I never had a kid with any of them. Ana's mom may not have been a witch, but you do have a not so human daughter."

"Shut up, bitch." Dean grumbled, too tired to think about Ana and the fact that she was still missing.

"Whatever, jerk." Sam grinned, happy to have some sort of upper hand on his brother since the argument had turned against him.

Quick note: Sorry, this took much longer to get up than I thought. I tried to make it very show like and that took a little more work than I thought it would. The song reference toward the beginning is Fooling Yourself by Styx. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)