I finally have the story planned out! This whole time I had no idea where I was going, and was just writing, hoping to form some sort of plot. Now my writers' block won't be as strong. I hope that the few people reading this are enjoying it! Now on with the chapter!

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"Are you sure they're coming today?" Bobby Singer, an older man known as the uncle of the Winchesters, asks. Both brothers, who are sitting on a ragged and torn couch, look up from their alcohol and nod.

"Williams said that they would leave the morning after we talked. They should be here today since we only left eight hours before them." Sam informs. The three men sit in silence, none of them knowing what to say. After about a half an hour, an expensive looking silver car pulls up outside. Dean gets up and looks out the window.

"That's them. Let's go welcome 'em in." Dean motions towards the door and the other men get up. They walk outside and see Gilbert whispering something into Matthew ear. He pulls away and Matthew immediately turns red and hits his boyfriend on the shoulder, telling him to 'shut up' and that he's a pervert.

"Matthew, Gilbert! You made it!" Dean calls, getting the attention of the whispering pair. They both turn around and smile at the three.

"Not like we wouldn't. Alfred makes me drive him all over his country. I know each state pretty well." Matthew sneers. The mere thought of his annoying brother makes him upset.

"Well, get inside! I want get to know you better." Bobby starts walking inside, silently telling the others to follow. Once they're inside, Bobby tells all of them to sit on his small couch. Obviously, there is not enough room on the couch, but Matthew politely sits on the ground, his head leaning slightly on Gilbert's knees. Bobby looks at the two strangely, but just brushes it off as nothing.

"So, full names and where y'all from." Bobby sits down behind a large desk and stares at the couch occupants.

"I'm Matthew Williams, from Quebec, Canada." Matthew says quietly, feeling quite tense around the brothers' uncle.

"I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! I'm from the awesome Prussia!" Matthew face-palms and slaps Gilbert's leg. He grabs his shirt and pulls him down, whispering something very quietly into the albino's ear. The pale man nods and sits back, a look of slight embarrassment on his face. A tense silence fills the air and the only thing heard is the steady breathing of each man.

"How about I get us some beers? You two want some?" Bobby gets up from his seat and walks into the kitchen. Matthew sighs out a quiet 'no thank you'. Gilbert on the other hand shakes his head.

"No, I'm going to going to get my good beer. You want some, Birdie?" the Canadian nods and Gilbert leaves the house. Bobby walks back in, giving Sam and Dean each a glass bottle.

"What did Gilbert mean when he said 'good beer'?" Dean asks out of curiosity.

"Well, Gil likes his German beer since it's a lot stronger. He calls American beer, 'watered down scheiße.' Sometimes I think that his hobby is to piss people off." Matthew explains. Gilbert walks back in after a moment and hands Matthew a bottle with its label in German. The blonde instantly pulls off the lid and downs the whole things, surprising everyone in the room. Even Gilbert.

"Whoa, I didn't expect someone like you to be able to do that." Sam says quietly. Matthew just shrugs.

"Anyway, why the hell are we here?" Gilbert asks bluntly. He looks at both of the brothers, then at Bobby, waiting for someone to answer.

"Actually, we have a problem down in the south of Oregon. High school students have been dying left and right, but no one's been able to crack the case." Bobby explains. Matthew and Gilbert nod, both looking more serious than they did a moment ago.

"What do you want us to do?" Matthew asks, his voice a bit louder than previously. Anyone can tell both are determined to help the group of hunters.

"We need Matthew to pose as a high school student. Gilbert will pose as a teacher. This way we can get an inside look without having to go in as agents." Sam points to the two as their mentioned.

"Do I really look that young? You know I can pose as a teacher too." Matthew tries to reason.

"We need to see from both perspectives, and you are the youngest looking out of all of us." Matthew smirks slightly. 'Actually, I'm the second oldest.' He thinks.

"Okay, I gue-"Matthew is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. He holds up a finger and pulls out his phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. He really should look at that more often.

The moment he puts it to his ear, rapid Italian is yelled into his ear. All the people in the room give him a look and he brushes them off.

"Mon dieu! Lovi, can you not yell in my ear?" Matthew stands up and walks out of the room, but everyone stays silent in hope to hear the conversation. Each can hear the voice from the other line clearly.

"What do you mean, maple-bastard? You fucking texted me last night, telling me you're leaving with no explanation! I want one, right now! No fucking excuses!" the, obviously Italian, voice yells.

"Well, I'm going to be hunting with these guys, and they really need me and-"

"Wait a minute, did you say hunting? Like demons and ghosts, stuff like that." The Italian sounds exasperated.

"…Yeah?"

There is a moment of silence and the three men think that the other hung up. They expect Matthew to walk in and apologize for the interruption. What they don't expect is a loud string of profanities, causing the Canadian to drop to phone and swear in French. He picks it up and puts it back to his ear.

"You're fucking hunting! And you didn't fucking tell me?! Do you know how many bad things could happen if you deal with that shit!"

"Calm down, Lovino! I didn't want to tell you because you are too serious with this stuff! You would never let me go! I need to help these people!" Matthew pleads to who they now know is a man named 'Lovino'.

Lovino takes a deep breath, and calms down before answering. "Okay, but if you get hurt… I won't ever forgive you or those people you're helping…" Matthew feels slightly bad for making his friend worry, but is glad he finally agreed. "Don't die… again…"

This line surprises Gilbert. Does the hot-tempered Italian know more about his lover than him? He mentally slaps himself. He must have heard something, his boyfriend tells him everything.

"I won't. Bye, Lovi."

"Goodbye, Matteo." The men in the living room start talking aimlessly, hoping that Matthew won't notice they heard everything.

"I know you're all wondering what the hell just happened, but..." Matthew swallows audibly. "…just leave it alone, I'll explain later."

Bobby, Sam, Dean and Gilbert each nod. Matthew sighs and sits down in his previous spot, not looking into the eyes of anyone else.

"Now that that's over with. How about we get on with the details of our case?"

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Matthew now stands outside of Cottage Grove High School, his hands wrapped tightly around the straps of his backpack. He hates American high schools. Why can't he be the janitor or something? Oh wait, because Sam took that job. Dean became the replacement P.E. teacher after Gilbert accidentally pushed the original down the stairs.

It took a while, but they finally got each of them a place inside the school. Bobby stayed home, him being backup in case something extremely bad happens. Matthew sighs and walks forward, not knowing what waits for him inside the school. All he knows is… he's not going to like it.

Hurray! Next chapter down! I have no idea if anyone is actually reading this story though, and it makes me stressed. Should I continue? Because I don't want to continue a story no one is reading… Anyway, I'll figure out whether to keep writing it later. I sometimes wish would shows the reads of a story, which would make me less paranoid… If you actually decided to read the author's note, I would like to apologize for my complaining. Thank you for reading! Please Review!