To Understand what I'm about to tell you, you need to do something first. You need to believe in the impossible. Can you do that? Good. My name is Dean Winchester. I am a hunter. My whole life I've been hunting, killing. Usually monsters. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I don't. But after that night, I was chasing after something much scarier. Something I never faced before, except once. When I was a child I saw my mother murdered by the supernatural. My father disappeared one day after a hunting trip. As a result, my brother and I did the impossible. We travelled the country hunting monsters looking for our father following clues. To the outside world, I'm a wanted serial killer thanks to the FBI getting their noses in stuff that doesn't concern them, but secretly I use my hunting prowess to find other monsters and kill him to avenge my father. And one day, I'll kill all the monsters and finally make my father proud. I am Batman.

-_-_-Dean-_-_-

"Hey there," one of the waitresses came over to my table as I finished eating. "Can I get you something else?"

I smirked, she was one piece of eye candy. My thoughts began to wonder to how well she'd perform in bed.

"I wouldn't mind if it were you," I gave her one of my charming smiles.

"My shift is just about over," she flirted.

I came to this part of the city to solve a mystery concerning ghouls, but I could afford some me time. It would help clear my head. Besides if I work myself to death, I won't be able to get the job done. I'm not my brother Sammy after all. Especially because I won't abandon the family business, like he did. He just waited until we killed Azazel and prevented the apocalypse and booked it.

I eagerly waited in Baby for the, beautiful, waitress to exit the diner. My reflection in my mirror warned me about the leftover food that somehow managed to remain in my teeth as I gave myself a once-over. I tested out my facial expressions while I waited to make sure that none of them would fail to give off their charming flair. Not that they'd ever lose their edge.

She finally came out in normal clothes. No more uniform. And I have to say, she is smoking hot. I noticed that my gun was out in the open on the passenger seat and quickly threw it in the back. Any normal person would have freaked out if they saw a gun on the passenger seat of a driver that they barely even knew anything about and I didn't want to scare her off.

"Hey babe," I greeted her as she got into the car, any requests I asked pointing to the radio just to warn you I listen to some Classics so there won't be any of that poppy stuff that is going on right now."

"You're funny. I like that," she gave me a smile.

When I first came into town I introduced myself as an FBI agent which I guess she heard about because when we pulled up to the hotel that I was staying in she asked why I was staying in there if I was supposed to be one of those secret agents who had a lot of money or something like that. I came up with a lie and explain to her that I had recently been demoted and was being paid less but since I was still one of the best agents in the Bureau, they still sent me on jobs. This seemed to be enough for her since she shut up.

The moment we got in she began to strip and looked at me with a devious smile.

"Kinky," I smiled.

"Oh I can do this and even more, Mr Smith," she said in a seductive voice.

I really liked where this was going and I couldn't wait for more. So I began to follow in her steps as she crashed her lips against mine. My suit jacket and tie had already been discarded with my belt unbuckled and on the floor as I pushed her onto the bed.

"Before we go on I should warn you that I am very good with the ladies," I told her.

"I can tell so far," she licked her lips.

Halfway through our actions, I began to feel pain on my back as she dragged her nails across.

"Ow, watch it you," I playfully warned her.

The pain continued and I was about to scold her again when I noticed that her reflection in the mirror was not the way I saw her right now. Her reflection raised her hand and a bone came out of her wrist.

I threw her off quickly exclaiming, "Wraith!"

She crashed onto the floor next to a lamp which fell onto her head. Why did all the monsters always want to have sex with me? Was I just that dang irresistible? As if in response, she screached at me.

"You chose the wrong person to mess with today. First I miss my ghoul and I nearly get arrested. At least now I can take out my frustrations against you, so thank you."

I took out a silver dagger out of my back pocket and made my way over to her. She surprised me by throwing the lamp at me and hitting my head causing me to get disoriented and knocked the dagger out of my hands. That opened a window of opportunity for her to stab me in the stomach with her bone.

Groaning in pain, I found the strength to clock her in the jaw. Part of her bone broke off and remained in my stomach. I was already losing a bit of blood but I was still clear-headed enough to finish the job. I raised her up into the air and slammed her onto the bed causing one of the legs to splinter and break off.

"You really do look ugly," I said as she opened her mouth unnaturaly wide.

I picked up the leg of the bed and used it to hit her over and over again. Blood splashed all over me but I didn't care I kept on going. I unleashed all of my pent-up anger on her. Even after she finally died I kept on going leaving nothing but broken shards of bone and jellied skin and blood.

"That's going to leave a stain on the rug," I winced.

I wasn't going to be able to afford all this. It would be best if I left before someone else good report all this noise. Lucky thing that the person who I got the reservation from was a teenager who barely even paid attention to my face since he was on his phone the whole time. These kids got addicted and more to their devices each year. I'd have to remember to get one, later on, to see what all the fuss was about. But right now I had to get one of those trash bags to put all the mess inside and find a place to salt and burn this just in case.

"Son of a bitch," I gritted my teeth as I forced the remnants of the bone out of my stomach.