A week earlier…

Bobby rumpled through the pages on his desk. He pulled the collection of recent newspaper obituaries and plopped them into Dean's lap. Sam had logged his computer onto a website Supernatural want to thank you boys for coming."

"Always, Bobby… Sam said looking at a picture of Bobby's face plastered on the web for the entire world.

"At least you are hunter of the week, Bobby" Dean voiced as he leafed through the obits.

"Well, if you ignore the fact that being a hunter is not something you want broadcasted. Whoever is posting knows their stuff. Someone has been watching hunters very closely. The worst part is the past winners."

Sam clicked the hunter before Bobby. "Joseph Jones"

"Joseph Jones," Bobby and Dean voiced simultaneously Dean passed the obit to Sam.

"He was found stabbed 80 times in some alley. All the hunters posted on this have met a gruesome death. Ken Johnson- pulled behind a car, Dave Greene-pummeled to death, and the list goes on. 10 hunters in the past 10 weeks with no escaping. No evidence was left on the crime scene. I'm not prepared to sit and wait for what's coming. You can see why I called you boys."

"Well, if some freak thing has a taste for hunters, I say we shove a good helping down their throats," Dean sputtered out. The thought of something hunting hunters was disquieting to Dean.

"We're ready for whatever you need," Sam voiced over the top of his computer.

"Good. I thought I might need some help with this one. This thing is good, if it took down 10 of us without leaving a trace. It's smart."

"Not a problem. It might take down hunters when their off guard, but we aren't going to wait around for it. Besides, me and Sam owe you a few anyway."

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Later that day...

The impala hummed viciously as Dean sparred no time and effort to protect Bobby. The other victims died within a week or less after posting. Bobby wasn't going to become next in line. The passing road signed showed the town of Seattle was imminent.

"The last victim was killed in Seattle, so if we backtrack we might be able to find out what we are dealing with." Sam said.

"The lack of pattern is weird. Not in the same city, hunters don't know each other; the deaths are completely different… Ahhhhgrh, there's no pattern." Dean slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

"We better find one," Bobby added from the backseat.

"At least this thing won't find you alone. It will have to deal with Sammy and Me before we let that happen."

"You boys listen. I know you want to protect me. But if this thing is something we can't beat, you boys get out."

"Don't talk crazy. Besides we don't need you to get us in trouble."

"That's Dean's job."

"Laugh it up, Geek wonder!"