I parked up outside the motel and turned off the engine, sighing as I sat in my dark car. That damn vamp was long gone, probably already meeting up with the rest of the nest and making plans to go to the next town. I needed to get my stuff and follow them, but I had to get rid of the Winchester's first.

The Impala was parked up outside, so I knew they were here. I was tired and all I could think about was standing under a hot shower, washing off the grime and vamp blood covering me. I climbed out of the car and walked to my room, quickly opening the door. I threw my jacket onto the bed and sat down, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey and painkillers off the night stand, I popped two into my mouth and took a long swig of whiskey before I lay back onto the bed and covered my eyes with my arm.

Exhaustion was quickly catching up to me and I yawned, having only slept a few hours in the past week. I was so close to the actual nest, chasing the vamp who had escaped was one of the big leaguers and I knew I had maybe a day before they moved on. But at least I'd killed more than half of their nest. The most I'd ever managed to kill. They must be worried, I thought, running scared knowing just how close I was to finding them and killing them all.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and I groaned as I sat up before walking to the door. I pulled my gun out of my pants and looked through the peephole. I knew it was the Winchester's but it's never too late to be careful. I opened the door and ushered them both in, both of them standing like lemmings in the middle of the room.

"Sit, stand, whatever," I mumbled, shutting the door before walking back to the bed and sitting down.

The giant one, Sam, pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down, Freckles preferring to sit halfway on the back of the sofa.

We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes. I looked at Freckles. He really was a handsome son of a bitch, I thought as I unabashedly stared at him, a half smile playing on my lips. His muscular frame was evident beneath the thin t-shirt and flannel combo he was wearing, a fortunate side effect from hunting. And those eyes, those beautiful mossy green eyes...they were hypnotising.

Sam cleared his throat and I turned my gaze to him. He was equally as handsome, a little more tanned, taller and broader than his brother. I licked my lips and looked him up and down, watching with amusement as his hazel eyes widened a little, and he nervously tucked his long chestnut hair behind his ears before looking away.

I smiled broadly, enjoying their awkwardness around me. "So, I'm Lenore."

Freckles let out a small sigh of relief. "Lenore. Pretty name. So, what's the deal with you and those vamps?"

I leaned back onto my hands and crossed my legs. "I'm a hunter and they're a nest of vamps. Pretty self-explanatory."

Sam frowned and shifted his seat to face me. "They knew who you were."

I shrugged. "And?"

"There were quite a few vamps last night, a bigger nest that either of us have dealt with before," Sam looked over at his brother, "we could help you..."

"No." I interrupted him and sat back up fully. "Look, no offence, but I don't play well with others."

"You invited us here sweetheart..." Freckles trailed off, crossing his arms and raising his brows, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"The only reason I invited you here, Freckles, is to tell you both to back off." I stood up and walked over to the door. "This is my hunt and has been for a long time. So, it's been nice meeting you but now you both need to fuck off."

Dean mouthed "Freckles?" at Sam with a confused look on his face and Sam shrugged back in return, a small smile on his lips.

"What do you mean a long time?" Sam asked curiously. There was something this hunter wasn't telling them. Something important.

"Too damn long." I mumbled as I turned away, not wanting them to see the tears forming in my eyes. I cleared my throat, "time to go boys."

"Taking on a nest that big; you're going to need help. Stop being so stubborn and let us help you..."

"I don't need your help!" I yelled angrily. "I don't need anybody's help! This is my fight, my hunt and I will kill every last one of those vamps for what they did..."

Dean looked at his brother and stood up. "Revenge doesn't change anything sweetheart, believe me. It won't make things better. We both know that all too well,"

"You don't know anything about me. I'm not going to cry to you about my tragic backstory. I have a job to do." I opened the door. "Leave. Now."

The brothers exchanged looks before they both walked through the door, Sam turning before I could shut the door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to me. "If yu change your mind, or if you need anything, just give us a call."

I took the card and threw it on the table. "Thanks."

He nodded and turned, walking behind his brother to their own room. I shut the door and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. I knew they were right. Revenge is a one way street and I knew this would end bloody. Maybe I should let them help me, I thought walking back to my bed and grabbing the whiskey bottle. I'd been hunting the sons of bitches for so long by myself, the extra help could come in handy. I always seemed to be one step behind them, never fully catching them up and killing who I needed to kill. And the longer it took to catch them, more and more people were dying and that was all on me. The amount of newly turned vamps I'd had to kill over the last few years...I shook my head and took a large swig of whiskey. I didn't give it a second thought, I just kept on killing and they just kept on turning more. There was going to be a special place in hell reserved just for me.

No. This was my fight and my fight alone. They couldn't know I was the one who started this. That I was the one who couldn't save her, who couldn't stop them from...I took another swig of whiskey. This was my fault and I was the one who needed to end this.

I drank the last few dregs of whiskey and dropped the bottle to the floor, knowing the vamps would probably already be on the move. I'd killed far more of them than I expect both of us imagined and I knew they'd be running scared.

Normally they would hit up the next town, turning a few and eating the rest before leaving, never staying for too long. But this time, I wasn't sure of what they would do. They knew I was close by, they knew I was following them, yet they had never strayed from their path. It was like they were taunting me, seeing the chase as some sort of game. Maybe it was the Winchester's involvement, I don't know. But we both knew I'd never gotten this close to them before. And I knew it would have shaken them.

I fell backwards onto the bed and covered my eyes with my arm. With so few of them left I was unsure of where they would go and what I was going to do next. What I did know was that they would send out a couple of vamps to grab takeout before they left, at least one or two people going missing. And there was nothing I could do but wait.