Hey thanks to everyone that reviewed my last chapter it really does make my day, I hope you all like this chapter.

Quick note this chapter is really nonsense and is just a fill in chapter, before the action that is going to be happening in later chapters, its sort of the calm before the storm.

Beneath my Skin

Dean stared down at the shot glass in front of him he licked his lips attentively before bringing out his hand to grasp the cold glass into his hand, he allowed his eyes to wonder up landing on the women in front of him, before bringing the glass to his lips, and tilting his head back took the brown liquid down in one gulp, his eyes screwing up slightly as the liquid burned its way down his throat, he slammed the glass back down on the brown work surface in front of him, and shook his head and Max promptly filled the glass up again, he watched her for a second and she just stared back at him, before she to brought the shot glass to her lips and repeated the actions of Dean.

"So when did you realize that hunting is all you were ever going to have" Max questioned her hand wiping across her mouth slightly her other hand nursing the shot glass.

Dean looked over at her and licked his lips his hand coming out to wipe across his face, he smiled slightly, and allowed himself remember back to that time. He picked up the shot glass and just looked at it, before placing it back on the table in front of him.

"I was sixteen and we were hunting this wolf, I pick up this crossbow, and I hit that ugly sucker with a silver tipped arrow, right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car and uh, me and my Dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sittin there and I'm looking into the fire, I'm thinkin to myself, I'm 16 years old, kids my age worried about pimples, prom dates and I'm seeing things that they'll never even know, never even dream of. So right then I just sort of"

Max nodded her head in understanding she brought the glass to her mouth and took down the liquid before looking up at Dean.

"You embraced the life" Dean nodded his head slightly a small laugh escaping him, Max smiled slightly

"So what bout you, when did you embrace the life" Max looked over at him and sighed a sad look washing across her face, Dean lowered his gaze and poured some tequila into her glass, Max smiled gratefully up at him, but refused to touch the drink. She leaned back into her chair, and for the hundredth time Dean had a hard time thinking straight, he shook his head, the women in front of him was amazing, she was head strong, a hunter, which was always a good thing, she knew what she wanted and who she was and she kept the goal in her sight, and just like him she let nothing get in the way of that, Dean shook his head, no that wasn't true because the women in front of him was diverting him from the goal and he didn't like it, he didn't like the uncertain, he liked the simple black and white, and she was showing him that there was gray, just like that group of vampires did.

"I was seventeen" Dean shook himself mentally, bringing him back to the subject at hand, his eyes wondered back over to the women seated across the table, and his eyes found themselves locked into the hard eyes of Max, he shook his head again, no he knew she wasn't cold, he had seen the momentary of vulnerability earlier that day.

"And I watched a vampire rip my fathers throat out" Deans eyes widened in shock, he had thought that losing his dad the way he had was bad, had thought knowing his dad had died for him, it couldn't get worse, but watching something like that, he shook his head he couldn't imagine what she must have felt like, to see her died die like that and not be able to do anything about it.

Max sighed slightly the memories of that day flooding back to her, bringing back emotions she had long suppressed, emotions she hadn't thought she would feel again. She looked up startled by the feel of a cool hand on top of hers, she looked over at Deans concerned eyes, and smiled, silently thanking him, he nodded his head knowingly.

"We err, we were hunting a group of vampires that thought it was fun to leave a wave of bloodshed were ever he went, death toll was up to thirty, dad knew he needed help, and he never asked for help never, he called his old friend someone he had known for like ten years, they always had each others backs and he didn't show, three days later when he did, it was to late, dad was already dead"

Dean shook his head, it sounded like his dad, never asking for help, always doing it himself, know matter what, but one thing stuck in his mind and he shook his head in disgust.

"Gordon" Max looked over at him and nodded her head

"Gordon, I had known him all my life he was practically a second father, and for him to turn his back on him the way he did, I will never forgive him for that……….never"

Sam stretched his arms over his head stifling a yawn, he was exhausted the last month or so finally taking it toll on him physically and mentally, he ran a hand over his head and pushed the chair back, the sound of wood scrapping on the floor, he stifled another yawn and headed over to were Ash was sitting.

"You look like hell" Sam smiled tiredly and nodded his head in total agreement with him.

"I feel it, you got anything on the demon" Ash looked over at Sam and shook his head slightly, he pulled the laptop closer to him and turned it slightly so that Sam could see it with out having to strain his neck to much, Sam smiled and leaned over slightly his eyes taking in the screen in front of him, he shook his head, none of it making sense in his tired state.

"Ash you're going to have to" Ash turned round and nodded his head, bringing a beer bottle to his lips.

"Right err, know weird deaths, no fires, well basically no nothing, he's either gone back into hiding or whatever this thing does or it is seriously changing its tactics, either way it doesn't want to be found"

Sam ran a hand over his face and over and through his hair, he leant back in his chair and sighed, he wanted this thing over, he wanted to find this thing and he wanted to kill it, but it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon, for one they had know idea how to find the demon, and another when and if they found it they didn't know how to kill it.

"Nothing" Sam turned his head slightly and looked over at his fathers haggard face, he shook his head and John nodded his head, John to only barely held in a yawn and he collapsed into a chair next to his son.

"We are going to find this thing right?" Sam questioned the possibility that they really were going to spend their entire lives hunting this thing and dying having been unsuccessful in killing it. John turned to face his son and nodded his head sadly, the same thought having crossed his mind a thousand times since he had come back.

"Course we are son"

"Sooner then you may think" Both Sam and John spun around to Ash, who was turning the laptop to face them, Sam and John shared uncertain looks before simultaneously looking at the screen.

"Son of a bitch the things coming here" Sam turned to his father.

"The demons coming here"