AN: Well, now I've cleared that one up. Onto the main story. And I'll try to stick to spainish as much as possible, but I make no promises. And can you guys suggest some horror or chick flick movies for the next chapter?

"Sound of Madness"~Shinedown
Yeah I get it, you're an outcast
Always under attack
Always coming in last
Bringing up the past
No one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast
A kick in the ass

~~~~~Ten Years Later~~~~~

That stupid lead. Of course he took the case, 7-year-old boy went missing in the middle of the night, parents slaughtered, and the family cat sitting in the tent unharmed. The cat told him it had been a Windego. Go fucking figure.
Dylan held up the make shift flame thrower as he crept into the cave. He could hear the whimpers but knew better to go charging in like a idiot. He could out run the thing, but he didn't want to risk the kid's life. The cave was dark and damp, but Dylan's nightvision was exilent, and he could make out pretty much everything, including the Windego.
It was watching it's prey with a close eye. It knew something was coming for the boy, something always did. And it could smell the werewolf but it wasn't the demigod that was now right behind it, turning the lighter on and spraying the bug spray before jumping back. The Windego screamed as it burned to a crisp, leaving the smell of burning flesh in the already horrid air. Dylan rushed over to the boy, dropping the can and lighter as he worked to untie the knot. "You ok kid?" He asked as the kid nearly dropped to the ground.
"I...I... I'm fi...fi...fine," the mexican stuttered. "It..it...it's he...he...her y...y...you sho...should wo..worry about." The kid pointed to a shape huttled against the wall. Dylan didn't get what the kid ment until he saw the shallow moment. He ran over and dropped to his knees. The girl looked up and Dylan could easily tell she was decended from Mexicans.
"Oye, ¿ok?" Dylan asked, his voice automatically switching to Spanish. "¿Puede hablar?"
She nodded, biting her lip. "Sí," she replied.
Dylan sniffed, and smelled the dried blood. "¿Cuál es tu nombre?" He asked her in a hushed tone, trying not to scare her. She had to be 17, 18, somewhere around that age, black hair, tan skin that was scarred in places and missing in others that he could see. She had glassy brown eyes that were filled with terror. She didn't reply. "¿Puedes levantarte?" The girl put a hand against the wall and tried to keep her balance, only to nearly fall, Dylan grabbing around her waist as gentlely as he could. "Woah, cuidado ahí. ¿Qué tan mal se lesionó?"
She winced as she tried to stand on her right leg. "Creo que mi pierna rota. Windego Maldita sea," She growled under her breath as she took the weight off of her leg.
"Ok, tenemos que llegar a un hospital, muchacho, agarra a mi camisa," Dylan told the 7-year-old. "Hospital más cercano donde usted vive?"
The kid clutched Dylan's t-shirt tightly before telling him, "St. Augtisn." Dylan nodded then pictured himself there, with the kid and the injurd girl. The shadows engulfed them, then they were standing to the side of a large white hospital.
Dylan felt really dizzy, and exaugsted. "Ok kid, go in there and tell them you were kid napped and got away from them. Don't mention me or her ok?" Dylan told him, yawning a little bit. The black-haired-boy nodded then ran around the corner. All the energy was drained from the spawn of Hades, but he knew he had to get to Bobby's or Sam's. He transported himself and the girl into the Winchester's living room.
"Shit! What the hell Dylan?" Gabriel yelped. Loki and Izzy looked up at the black-haired guy knowing there was something wrong.
"Help," Dylan muttered before falling over, the girl still in his arms.

Dylan woke up to the smell of bacon. He was in a rather confretable bed. His head hurt like hell. "You're alive," Leslie chuckled. He blinked and looked at his sister. "So, you sure know how to pick 'em bro, hooked a daughter of Ares."
"Huh?" Dylan asked incoherantly. Then the events from his hunt came rushing back. "She's a daughter of Ares?"
The girl was leaning againt the door of the guest room. "Yeah, Alala Martinez, daughter of Ares, god of war," she told me. I got a good look at her this time, now that she was healed and clean. Her skin was covered in tattoos, some now ruined by scars, and she had jet black hair. "Thanks, by the way." She looked like she was about to puke. That's the thing with Ares' kids, they have a really big ego and hold a grudge when you wound it.
"How long was I out?" Dylan asked his sister.
"A few days, Gabriel said you fainted as soon as you got here. You must have shadow traveled a lot with a few people to be out as long as you were," Leslie told him. "Go back to sleep little bro, you need it." Dylan nodded and drifted back to sleep.

So paranoid
Watch your back
Oh my, here we go
Another loose cannon gone bipolar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower
Quicksand's got no sense of humor
I'm still laughing like hell