"Hayden!" Dean rushes to my side. I crawl away from him while wiping my mouth.

"Stop. Please stop" I cry out. Tears start to fall fast down my face. I look at Dean as he squats next to the dirt. He's panting heavily and staring at me. "Who are you?" I question him.

"I'm a hunter" he returns to me.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Demons. Ghosts. Shape Shifters. Vampires." He says looking to the side. My eyes open wide as he continues going through a list of monsters. When he's finished he tries to crawl towards me again but I inch back and he stops. "We need to leave. More will be coming" he says to me. I sit motionless for another moment before nodding my head. I go to stand up and wobble sideways. Dean catches on to me and holds me up. He walks me to the car and we pull away. We don't talk on the way back to his house. When he pulls into the garage and gets out I stay seated in the car. I can't even process what happened. I feel his presence next to me but don't find comfort. He walks away leaving me to the silence.

"You've been here for hours. You should come inside" the gentle man, Castiel, is standing next to the car. I turn my head slowly and look at him.

"What are you?" I ask him expecting a similar answer like Deans.

"I'm human" he says. I nod my head and open the door "who used to be an Angel" I step out, shut the door and stand still yet again. Angel wasn't on the list of things Dean named off. This is insane.

"Used to be?" I ask him walking towards the door that brought me in here hours ago. Castiel follows close behind me.

"My grace is gone" he explains to me simply. I don't push for further details because I know I won't understand even if he tried to explain further. We walk in and he brings me to where Dean is sitting. He's sitting over a glass of whiskey. I grab a glass from the wet bar and take a seat across from him. I look at Castiel and he looks back at me. I cough and gesture for him to leave but he stays standing and staring.

"Leave us, Cas" Dean grunts out frustrated. Castiel quickly leaves the room with only a nod. Dean pushes the bottle of whiskey towards me all while keeping his eyes down on his glass. I pour the glass, chug it all, and pour another.

"What the fuck Dean?" I get out.

"I told you it was complicated" he says lifting his eyes slightly to meet mine.

"This is not complicated. It's insane!" I return to him not really knowing what to say.

"You have no idea." He adds on.

"So when you're gone for days or weeks at a time, it's because you're out killing these things. Hunting them?" I ask him now, trying to put the pieces together of this messed up information.

"Yup" he sips from his glass, the ice clattering.

"I don't even know what.." I start to say but he interrupts me.

"I don't expect you to understand right away Hayden." He says.

"I don't know if I ever will understand" I return to him. He nods his head and we finish the bottle in silence over the next hour and a half.