I'm sorry it's taken so long to get the next chapter up. My beta's been super busy and we can't seem to get the computer to work with us long enough to send the links back and forth. Anyway, I've decided to post the next chapter. It hasn't been beta'd yet, so please excuse any mistakes. I'll edit it with the beta'd version when I get it. Thank you all so much for your patience.

I've updated with the beta'd chapter

Ch 2. Meeting at Midnight

As they emerged out of the woods, they could hear the distant sound of a motor and saw a single headlight approaching from the north. Mere seconds later, a black Suzuki DR-Z400 squealed to an abrupt stop. The trio coughed as they tried to swat away the smoke that had encircled them.

"Nice entrance." Riley scrunched her nose as she caught the smell of the burnt rubber.

The motorcyclist, clad in dark leather, removed the shiny, ebony helmet to reveal shaggy blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. "As always," he met the brunette's unimpressed gaze. "Who are these guys?" He nodded towards the flabbergasted men standing at the mouth of the woods.

"That's Sam and Dean Winchester. They decided to be more than fashionably late to the party."

"It's a shame they missed it. It was a blast." The fair-haired man lowered the kickstand on the bike and proceeded down the sloped terrain towards his new acquaintances. His leather biker boots squeaked as he walked.

"Gentlemen, this is Kale Magnum. He's leans towards the flashy, non-practical side of things, hence the bike and the 'look-at-me-I'm-so-cool' entrance. Other than that he's a half-way decent hunter and a somewhat tolerable guy."

"Thanks for the flattering introduction, Rye" Kale glanced at her over his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the spunky brunette. He loved when she acted tough to hide her sweet, loveable interior. She reminded him so much of Aaden when she did that. He turned back towards the brothers, extending a hand. "Despite what she says I'm not all that bad; just a guy who loves to have fun. There can't be anything wrong with that now, can there?"

Dean gave the guy a once-over. He was about his height, most likely in his mid-twenties with shaggy blonde hair that reminded him of his brother's. His tanned skin made his smile appear to be incredibly white, like the smiles of those people in gum commercials. He half expected to see his teeth sparkle. Kale looked like he should be wearing swim trunks, carrying a surfboard and calling everybody "Dude" while giving them the hang loose sign instead of being clad head to toe in hog gear. "No of course not." Dean smiled at him as he grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam."

"So you're Sam Winchester." Kale said as he shook Sam's hand. "You certainly have some of the hunter population talking."

"You hear that, Sam?" Dean laughed in an effort to cover his fear. "Are your ears ringing?"

Sam's heart skipped a beat. His palms became sweaty and he swallowed hard. "What exactly are they saying about me?" Had Gordon managed to turn more hunters against me? Are they here to finish what he started?

"Don't look so worried, Sam. It was just some whack job that was going around saying that you were part demon or something. Hardly anyone believed him. Anyways, I heard you took care of him when he started craving blood." Kale put his hand on Sam's shoulder. From the look on Sam's face, Kale could have sworn that Gordon was right about Sam. No way, he thought, with everything these two have devoted to this life there's no way they'd be rooting for the away team. He shook the thought from his head and his gaze rested on a black 1967 Chevy Impala inconspicuously parked across the road. "Is that your car?"

Taken by surprise at the sudden change of subject, Dean paused a beat before answering. "Yup. That's her."

"She's beautiful."

"Thanks, I rebuilt her not too long ago." Dean beamed over his precious possession, soaking in the envy that radiated off of Kale.

"I'd hate to interrupt this male bonding, but I'd like to go back to the room and have me a nice shower before hitting the sack." Riley was covered in dirt, leaves and who knows what else. All she wanted to do was to relax in a nice warm bath then curl up in her motel bed.

"You're both gonna ride back on that?" Sam pointed towards Kale's motorcycle. It was hard for him to imagine the two hunters and their bags fitting on the bike without falling off. Riley didn't seem like the biker type, but her looks could have fooled you. For the first time that night, Sam was able to actually see her. She was in her early twenties, about 5'4, with pale skin that seemed to glow in the light of the full moon. Her dark brown hair hung straight, just past her mid-back and there were shorter strands - pieces of her bangs, he guessed - that dangled around her face getting caught in her long lashes. Her eyes were hazel changing from blue to green. It was a color that reminded him of seawater, the kind so clear that you could see straight to the ocean floor. Her dark blue jeans hugged her hourglass figure and a strip of her flat midriff showed between the top of her lo-rise jeans and the bottom of the Led Zeppelin tee she was wearing. Dean will appreciate that, he thought.

"Like I said before, Kale doesn't believe in practicality. And if he didn't need the speed and maneuverability through the trees, we would have taken my car. But it's not so bad for short trips. Thank goodness the motel is close." She motioned for Kale to get on the bike and walked up to the road.

"You guys stayin' at the Raywood Motel on Main Street too?" Dean laughed. It was the only motel in this speck of a town - if you could even call it that.

"How'd you guess? Hey, you guys want to stop in at the bar for a few drinks?" Kale was still filled with adrenaline from the hunt and knew he'd need a few before he could even think about trying to sleep. "Last call's not for another hour or two. We can drop Riley off then take your beauty. What d'ya say?"

"I'm in," Dean opened the driver's side door of the Impala, eager to show off his baby to an admirer, and turned face his brother on the other side. "What about you, Sammy?"

Sam was tired, but wasn't about to let his brother risk getting pulled over for a DUI. All they needed now was for some small-town cop to run his prints and find that he's pulled over a dead fugitive wanted by the FBI. "Sure, I could use one. We'll follow you."

Sam and Dean got into the sleek vehicle, the doors squeaking as they shut them. Kale hopped on the bike and Riley sat behind him with her arms reaching around his waist. Both engines turned over with roars that could wake the dead, followed by the peeling out of the motorcycle as it turned around towards Main Street. The Impala gunned after it, with the sounds of the James Gang's "Walk Away" blaring from its stereo.