Dean was roaring down the country lanes, leaving the waking city behind. He was astride Sonia's midnight black BMW racer. The bike was powerful, growling with horsepower. Dean couldn't helping thinking, I bet Sonia always like power between her legs.

But back to the point, the hunt. Sonofabtich, Sam! Why the hell do you always get your a in trouble? Sonia had said that sometimes humans became a part of the hunt, so there was a chance. Either that, or this horny guy was in a world of pain. Gunning the engine, Dean tried not to think of what happened to Sam if they decided he wasn't suitable for the hunt.

Sonia had also said they would be camped out in the forest, most likely somewhere quiet. She gave Dean a few place to try, based on the villagers' rumors. Dean was slowly regretting their trip, after the second hike through dense underbrush. At least in America, our demons pick one spot and stay there! His anxiousness increased with every passing moment.

Half an hour later, Dean pulled up to the spot in the road closest to the area rumored to be 'touched'. He hopped off the bike with a groan. He was fairly certain that God never intended him to ride a bike. Stifling a yawn, he pulled his guns from the storage bin below the seat of the bike. For the third time that night, Dean started off into dense woods, tucking his pistol into the waistband of his jeans and throwing the shotgun over his shoulder.

"Here beastie, beastie, beastie," Dean chuckled. As he moved through the woods, a deadly quiet filled the air. Dean was no aviary fruit, but he'd lived through his share of all nighters. Usually birds would be making a racket by this time. Well, guess this is the place, he thought grimly. He checked the shotgun, making sure it was primed to shoot, and inspected the clip in the pistol.

A noise sounded to his right; he ducked. A small demon walked not 10 feet from Dean, seeming to be on guard duty. Dean hid behind a wide tree, picked up a rock, and tossed it back the way he had come. The imp jumped, surprised, and stalked towards Dean, unaware of the danger. As it passed the tree, Dean whipped the shotgun across his body and into the demon's face, putting all his weight behind the blow.

"Home-run!" He whispered triumphantly.

With a surprised squeal, it went down, stunned. Dean stepped our it and smashed the butt of his gun into its nose. It went still and Dean moved on, keeping the element of surprise on his side

The sounds of many voices and animals reached Dean's ears before he saw anything. As he rounded a large tree, faint flickering light shone through the greenery. Why couldn't demons ever live in mansions? He sneaked along the path, boots crunching slightly. As he reached the edge of the clearing, Dean peeled his eyes for Sam. Sure enough, about a quarter of the way around the circle of light, Sam sat at the base of a tree, alone. What the hell Sam? Get your a outta there! Dean was confused, no one seemed to pay any attention to Sam, he could've slipped away without notice. Dean looked directly across from his hiding place. A horned giant of a man sat on a throne, talking to a man. Dean silently laughed, dude's horny, that's dirty! He sneaked around the edge.

"Sam!" he whispered, "Yo! Sam!"

"Dean! Dude, get outta here!" Instead of turning around, Sam looked furtively at the two men.

"Well, let's go! C'mon, even I'm excited for the plane home."

"I can't Dean, I have to stay." Turning at last to face his brother, the sadness shone with intensity. "I can't leave."

"Yeah, you can!" Dean grabbed his arm, "we're leaving, stop playing wood nymph."

Sam wouldn't budge, "No, Dean, I literally cannot come. The hunt found me, I'm theirs. Leave Dean, before they find you too."

"No! I didn't spend all night looking for you, just to leave!" Dean moved into the light, "Let's go." He reached down and tugged Sam up by the shirt. It felt like he was lifting a truck, "Whew, Sammy, you're been packin' on the pounds."

Sam paled, looking beyond Dean's shoulder.

"What?" Dean turned around, "oh crap."

"Ah, such a touching family reunion."

Herne and the man from before stood behind Dean, their hunters surrounding all four of them.

"I told you to leave Dean." The sorrow and guilt that shown on Sam's face cut Dean to the heart.