A/N: Hello dear readers and from your requests I wrote a sequel to 'Dark Hunt'. But it is not necessary. We bring back characters from the first story and all is not well in the other realm. We will be heading back there. This was a fun one to write and it will be a roller coaster ride. I hope you enjoy the read. As always, I do like reviews/comments. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Chapter 1

The hunter looked out into the forest as the light of the full moon filtered through the branches making it look eerie and sinister. Long shadows spread out around him as he moved silently around the trees, ever hyper alert, as his senses searched for his prey. He knew it was somewhere in these woods and he only needed to find it, before it found him.

This was not any normal hunter, nor was his prey your run of the mill animal, but rather a supernatural monster that was preying on innocent humans. He wasn't the only one out there who hunted and was part of a large network of hunters. Very few humans knew about these brave souls who didn't get any recognition or pay for what they did. They were the unsung heroes that stayed in the shadows keeping humanity safe.

A crackling and shuffling of leaves and twigs had the hunter freezing in his tracks as he let his eyes roam the shadows ahead of him. He slowly pulled his gun from the waist of his jeans and got ready to shoot. He caught sight of movement but pulled up when he saw it was his brother slinking through the trees toward him.

"Damnit Sammy, I almost shot you," Dean hissed in an annoyed whisper.

"Sorry, I found where it is nesting," Sam replied with a shrug. "I thought you might want to know."

"Any sign of it?"

"No, but we could stake out the nest and maybe it'll be back."

"Sounds better than traipsing through the woods all night," Dean huffed looking around for a moment. Sam's lead was better than what he had found. "Lead the way Samsquash."

Sam frowned and gave him a bitch face with the nickname before turning and heading back the way he had come. He led them deeper into the underbrush and through the variety of trees until stopping and letting his brother step up beside him.

"Over there," Sam pointed to a large patch of vines, shrubs, and fallen branches. There was just enough light to make out an indention that had been flattened out for a bed. Dean took his light and let the beam roam over the area seeing strands of fur stuck on twigs and briars.

"Alright," Dean stated looking around at the area before deciding on a plan. "You find a place over there and I'll go over here. We should be able to see it coming back from either direction."

"Okay," Sam nodded moving in the direction Dean had pointed. He found a place in the shadows to conceal himself and got comfortable hoping the creature would come back soon. He watched his brother move in the other direction and disappear. He couldn't see him anymore but could sense his presence nearby. When they hunted it was like they were one person who could read each other's thoughts and feelings.

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The night slowly passed by until a couple of hours later crashing and grunting sounded nearby. Something was heading their way and the hunters tensed as they prepared to take the creature out. They had been hunting it for several days, trying to find where it held up during the day. It had started killing animals and moved on to some unfortunate humans who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They became the creature's next meal.

There wasn't a name for the creature since it was a hybrid of some kind. Sam thought it was a cross between a Chupacabra and either a Wampus Cat or one of the larger wolf breeds. No matter the breed, it needed to be taken out before it killed another human. Now that it had gotten the taste of human flesh and saw how easily they could be killed, the brothers knew it would be looking for more.

The creature stepped from among the trees into the moonlight. Its eyes glowed an eerie red as it stood about five feet tall with shaggy, dark fur covering its body. The paws had long, sharp, four-inch claws that dug into the soft dirt of the forest floor. The head was large with a pointed snout and the mouth filled with razor sharp teeth that could rip chunks of meat from its prey.

After raising his head to sniff the air around him, it moved toward the den. A breeze blew through the forest, stirring up leaves and aromas that didn't take away from the smell drifting off the creature. It was a mixture of sulfur, wet dog, decay, and death. The creature shook its body and snorted loudly making the forest go quiet as it ambled to the opening.

Before it could go into the den, the brothers stepped out and began to shoot it with silver bullets and consecrated iron rounds. They wanted to be sure it would die. The creature screeched its outrage and roared so loud, it hurt the brothers' ears. It jumped and headed for Sam since he was the closest, as they continued to fire at the body of the pissed off creature.

Sam stumbled backwards trying to avoid the collision but couldn't move out of the way fast enough as the large body slammed into him knocking him to the ground and the breath from his lungs. His head hit a root stunning him. He pulled the trigger of his gun but only heard click, click. He tried to wrestle with the beast as dark blood dripped onto him and he heard his name being called.

"Sam, Sammy!" Dean yelled running toward the fight. He pressed his handgun to the creature's head, being sure it was pointed away from Sam, and fired, exploding the head and making the creature drop on top of his brother. "Hey man, are you okay?"

Sam's ears were ringing from the gunshot and tried to make them pop so he could hear. He knew Dean was talking to him but couldn't hear his words. Dean's voice sounded far away as he shook his head. He felt the weight of the creature being removed allowing him to breathe easier. He blinked rapidly and tried to push away as Dean's face loomed right in front of him.

"Sammy, answer me dude, are you okay?" Dean asked again slower this time.

"I think so," Sam got out loudly as he started to sit up and grimaced in pain. His head and chest hurt. He looked down at his chest and felt blood seeping through his shirt. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, sure you are," Dean grunted in annoyance knowing that was their answer no matter how badly they were injured. "Lay still and let me look at you." Dean pulled out his flashlight and quickly undid Sam's shirt to see where the blood was coming from. He found several gouges in his shoulder and chest from the creature's claws, but they weren't serious enough that he couldn't take care of them. After shining the light into Sam's eyes to check for a concussion, he continued. "Doesn't look bad, just needs cleaning and bandaging. Pretty sure you're not concussed at least."

"I need a shower," Sam whined as he wiped at the blood, fur, splinters of bones, and brains that had sprayed on his face and neck when Dean had shot the creature. He batted at the light when Dean tried to check his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you stink," Dean agreed as he sniffed while helping his brother to his feet and steading him as he looked over at the creature's body. "You know we should name it since no one else has. How about Wampcabra or Cubracat?"

"Right, keep trying," Sam replied rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Will you be okay while I get rid of the body?"

"Yeah, I'll just wait right here," he said stepping to a tree to lean against to help hold him up. His body was achy and sore, he had a dull throbbing in his head, and his balance was still slightly off. Sam was happy to let his brother take care of the body since he didn't think he could help without falling.

"Come on bro," Dean told him fifteen minutes later. "Let's get out of here and find the car and head back to the motel."

"Okay," Sam huffed as he steadied himself and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. He fell in behind Dean and followed him through the woods toward the Impala. He was dripping with sweat by the time they broke through the tree line and found the car.

"Hold on," Dean told him as he stopped him from getting into the car. He went around to the trunk and dropped the pack in it and got out an old blanket he kept back there. After shaking it out, Dean draped it over the passenger seat and then let Sam get in. "Gotta protect my Baby," he shrugged when Sam gave him a bitch face.

"I'm not even surprised," Sam grumbled as Dean closed the door.

"Oh and roll your window down so the stink doesn't stay in the car."

"Yes sir," Sam snipped, but did it. He thought the fresh air would keep him conscious.

Dean headed back into town to the motel so he could take care of Sammy and get him in bed to rest. The hunt was a success, and the injuries weren't serious, which wasn't always the case in their line of work. He was just happy they wouldn't need to seek professional help this time.

Sam's head slowly fell forward, only to jerk it up as he fought the darkness that wanted to claim him. His body ached and an intense, tingling pain ran up and down his left side around his injuries that seemed inflamed. He tried to hide how bad he felt, but nothing got by Dean who saw and sensed his brother's discomfort making him press a little harder on the gas pedal to get them back to the motel quicker.