Bayleigh was driving down the outskirts of Queens, on a deserted road that was filled with old abandoned multi-story buildings. She was on the hunt for a generic werewolf, and this is where his hunting grounds were.

She pulled up two blocks from an old apartment building. The kills usually occurred in the alley across the street. The only thing left in business was an emo-punk rock club in the basement of one of the buildings. She got out, her dog Coby jumping to the ground behind her. She hefted a duffel bag over her shoulder and they begand their ascent to the roof of the building.

These types of hunts were the only ones she would bring Coby on: the kinds where there was only a slim chance of him getting hurt. The only thing in life that she truly feared was having her dog killed by a monster.

The full moon was out. Bayleigh had her hair up and gloves on; she didn't like to leave behind any type of identification if possible. She watched the Impala pull up from the opposite side of the street she had. She groaned, wishing that they hadn't decided to take the job. Bayleigh tried to ignore how attractive the car was and focus on the job at hand.

The two men got out and trotted to the alleyway below her, facing the wolf's hunting grounds.

She shook her head and tensed her body, ready for action and praying that neither of them got in her way when the time came. Coby, sensing the severity of the following moment, retreated to a corner and sat, alert.

Sam held his gun at eye level and watched the girl leaving the club down the street. Dean was just inside the doorway of the building he was up against.

The girl screamed and he took off from his hiding place, trying to get a decent shot at the beast, but there was a shot before he could do anything. The wolf fell off the girl, dead.

Sam looked up and behind him, trying to find where the shot had come from. Bayleigh was looking over the edge of a building. When she saw him looking, she waved solemnly, then began packing up her sniper rifle. He turned back around. Dean was trying to comfort the poor girl, flashing his FBI badge. Sam went over to help the situation.

"It was Bayleigh," Sam said when they got back in the Impala after Cas had successfully wiped the girl's mind.

"What was who?"

"The person who shot the werewolf. It was Bayleigh Thomas."

Dean frowned at his brother. "There's something I don't like about that girl," he said. "She just gives me bad vibes."

Sam shrugged. "I think she's fine."

"Yea well that's cause you have the hots for her."

"So?"

"So nothing. I just don't like her."

"Like who?" Cas asked, appearing in the backseat.

"So what do you plan on doing later tonight?" the man asked. He was extremely sweet and didn't deserve to be her target, but the pickup needed gas, so she was forced.

"You know, I'm getting pretty tired, but I'm buzzed and could really use a ride home if you don't mind. It just right around the corner."

"Sure, no problem." The way he said it made her think for a second that it wasn't his main goal to get laid tonight, but then she remembered he was a man and decided that was probably wrong.

When she got to the motel, she leaned forward to kiss his cheek and pulled his wallet out of his pocket with practiced fingers. Then she wrote a fake number on his hand and retreated inside.

She smiled almost guiltily at how well she'd chosen her target when she pulled several hundred dollars in cash out of the wallet. She would leave it somewhere where it would be found the next day, minus the cash.

"Matthew Teller. Come out. I know what you did to your wife."

"I didn't mean to," a voice whimpered behind her. She turned around and blow torched him without a second glance.

She hated dealing with Rugarus. It wasn't their fault that they were this way; it was genetics, not choice. And they were always so desperate to be understood, so she killed them as quickly as she could. She didn't want to feel the feelings they made her feel. So, when she was done torching them, she just left, unable to look at the incinerated corpse.

Afterwards, she headed to a bar to do the two things that calmed her down after a kill like that: drinking and hustling men. She ordered a beer and watched her target; a young man in nice clothes trying to talk to an older lady who quite obviously thought he was a joke. He'd give up on her eventually and look for someone else and that someone else would probably be Bayleigh, from the way she noticed him notice her when she walked in.

A few minutes layer, the woman got up and left and he made his way over to Bayleigh. They started talking and she was almost ready to pull her favorite trick on him (the get him home, take his wallet, then yell at him for trying to objectify and use her when he tried to go further than just kissing). But then she was rudely interrupted by a deep voice to her right.

"Bayleigh!" Dean Winchester said. "How dare you! I thought we had something special!"

Bayleigh looked at him and gave him the most convincing look of confusion she could muster. It was obviously enough because the guy came to her defense. "Look, Bro, I dont know who you are, but this is Alex, not Bayleigh. You got the wrong girl."

"No I don't cause it's my sister," Dean lied easily, "and if you wanna keep your wallet, I'd leave right now. This one has sticky fingers."

He must've seen the truth in both Dean and Bayleigh's faces, because he took off without another word. Dean took his spot and Sam appeared and took the one behind him.

Bayleigh frowned at them and said, "If you guys are here for the rugaru, you're a little late."

"We know," Dean said bitterly.

"So then what?" she asked.

"This is the fourth time we've run into you in the last two months, not to mention the six times we've arrived right after you."

"I'm not seeing your point."

"The point is," Sam offered, "it's extremely unusual to accidentally run into a hunter so many times in such a short span of time. Actually, to accidentally run into them this many times period."

"Okay?" She still wasn't comprehending what the problem was.

"Okay so why do we keep running into you?" Dean demanded harshly. "Who are you?"

"My name is Bayleigh Thomas. I hunt monsters for a living. And I don't understand why you're so suspicious of me. I'm just doing my job. Maybe we wouldn't run into eachother so much if you found your own case load," she said, directing the last part specifically at Dean. Then she got up and left without another word.

"Find your own cases," Dean scoffed. "Does she even know who we are? We made half the cases she solves."

"Dean, that isn't something to be proud of at all." The thought of Eve's rise from purgatory still creeped him out.

"I'm not, I'm just saying; who the fuck died and gave her prerogative over us? No one, that's who." his hands gripped the steering wheel angrily. He stomped on the breaks suddenly as a car pulled out in front of him.

He slammed his hands down on the wheel, yelling, "SON OF A BITCH!" furiously at the car. He suddenly looked horrified at the wheel and touched it gently. "Aw, I didn't mean it, Baby."

But his precious Impala didn't miss a beat, purring just as seductively as ever.