Taylor was worried. "Do you know him?"

John shook his head. "That doesn't make sense. Surely he just looks like him."

Bobby nodded. "That could be it."

Taylor reached for the photograph. "Who does he look like?"

John grabbed his journal and looked through it. "Taylor, what year were you born?"

"1988. Why?" Taylor asked.

John looked to Bobby and then back to Taylor. "Are you certain that she was telling the truth about your dad?"

Taylor shrugged. "I was going to have Kate read her but then we heard the gunshot."

Kate frowned. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault." Taylor said and turned back to the others. "Who is he?"

John continued to flip through his journal. "Did she move around before you were born?"

"I don't know." Taylor said.

"There was a bit of moving around. She left Craig for a few weeks because he cheated on her." Marie said.

Bobby went to his office and searched his own records.

Taylor stood half way between the back of the couch and the doorway to Bobby's office. They obviously had an idea who his dad was. "Who is he?"

"Just hold on." Bobby said and waved him off.

John said something to Dean and went to walk outside to make a phone call.

Taylor flicked his hand and slammed the door, pulling the handle from John's hand.

John whirled around and looked at him.

Everyone in the room froze.

"Who is he?" Taylor asked again.

"Taylor." Marie said in a shaky voice.

John stopped her. "He looks like an old hunting buddy. He had a wife and a kid when you were born. We are trying to make sure it is him before making any assumptions." John looked down at his own hand. The force in which the door was ripped from his hand had pinched the skin on his hand.

Taylor blinked a few times. "I'm sorry."

John shook his hand. "No. You have been through enough and shouldn't be left out. Bobby and I are going to make sure that this is who we think it is. If it is, we will tell you."

Taylor nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

John opened the door and took his phone out. "And Taylor?"

Taylor looked at him.

"Never do that again." John said in a low tone.

Taylor's face got red. "Yes, sir."

John went outside and shut the door behind him.

Dean was able to let go of the breath he had been holding. He put a hand on Taylor's back and nudged him to turn around. "Your control is getting better but holy hell, kid."

Taylor felt his legs get weak. "I didn't mean to."

Marie got up and approached him. She pulled him into a hug and calmed him. John's reaction had surprised her. She had seen Craig react over much smaller things and saw the way the kids acted around John. She didn't expect him to remain calm.

Kate turned so her knees were on the couch and her elbows were on the back. "My abilities are lame. I want to be able to slam doors from across the room."

Dean shot her a look. "If you figure out how to do it, let me know because I want to see how that plays out for you."

Kate rolled her eyes. "You say that like I'd abuse the power."

Taylor felt more stable. "You would." He said with a smile.

Kate huffed. "I'm not the one that just ripped a door out of somebody's hand. Not just somebody... John Winchester himself."

Taylor turned red again. "Fair point."

Dean put his palm on Taylor's head. "It is okay. Everyone knows that you are under a lot of stress. Don't worry about it. If he was going to get angry about it, he would have already."

Taylor sighed.

Dean looked at Marie who had a uncertain look on her face. "They are being dramatic."

Marie let go of Taylor. She felt like she was missing a large part of the conversation but Taylor was comfortable.

John walked back into the house and asked Bobby for something. While he was waiting he rested his phone against his collar bone and spoke to Taylor. "Give me just a few more minutes and I'll answer your question."

Taylor gave him a slight smile. "Okay."

Bobby and John both exited the house again.

Dean nudged Taylor toward the couch. "Sit."

Taylor sat between Kate and Marie and fidgeted with his hands and tried to keep his nerves in check. He had to keep from using his ability again. His anger was shoved down, deep in his soul and when it came out, it was hard to control. This ability gave a voice to his anger and he didn't want it to become an issue. Slamming the door was something he had wanted to do before but there was a big difference between wanting to slam a door and actually doing it.

John hung up the phone and looked to Bobby. "That is him."

Bobby looked at the photo and swore under his breath.

When they went back inside, John motioned for Taylor to get up and stand in front of him. He looked from the photograph and back to Taylor. Bobby held up a second photograph and compared that one as well.

"What?" Taylor asked.

John put up a finger. "Just.. hold on." He cleared his throat and asked Dean to weigh in on the ordeal.

Dean walked around Taylor and looked at the photos and back to Taylor. "Oh, crap."

Taylor was antsy. "What is it? Is he a bad person?"

John ran his hand down his face and groaned. "No. It is complicated."

Taylor clinched his fist.

John saw him. "Taylor." He warned.

Taylor looked from John's eyes to his hands and unclenched the fist. "Please tell me."

Sam and Kate were both antsy as well. What was the big secret?

Marie was curious as well. It wasn't surprising that Misty had been unfaithful, considering Craig had as well.

"We do know who this is." John said and handed him the photograph.

"So why wont you tell me?" Taylor asked.

Bobby sighed. "He died in 1995."

Taylor frowned deeply. "Oh."

John rubbed the back of his neck. "You have a half sister."

Taylor's head snapped up. "What?"

John gave him the second photo.

Kate gasped. "What?!"

"Look at the bone structure." Dean said. "Bill must have had some strong genes."

Sam connected it in his head. "There is no way!"

Marie was waiting to be caught up.

John cleared his throat. "His name was Bill Harvelle. We cannot piece together how he met Misty."

Kate shrugged. "We have already established that somebody has been pulling strings to get us to where we are. Maybe that was one of those strings."

John was uncomfortable. He couldn't tell Taylor that Bill had died while on a hunt with him. It was his fault that Bill was dead.

Bobby saw the look in John's eyes and let him take a step back.

Dean's eyes got big. "Whoa, so who is going to be the one to tell her?"

Kate raised her hand. "I'll do it. She likes me."

Taylor was staring at the photographs. "No, we don't need to say anything."

"Jo should know and Ellen may be able to tell you about Bill." Dean said.

Taylor frowned. "Why, I'll just screw up their lives too." He dropped the photographs on the seat of the couch and walked out the back door.

John was in the kitchen when Taylor stormed out. He saw the flash of blew in Taylor's eyes and remembered what Dean had said.

Taylor heard the door open and close behind him. "Go away."

John smirked. "Try again."

Taylor's breath hitched and he spun around.

"I'll go away if you want me to but I think you have a lot you need to say." John said.

"I'm sorry." Taylor said.

"No. You slammed that door for a reason. So talk." John said.

Taylor felt his finger tips tingle and shook it away.

"I've got all day." John said and sat on a stump.

Taylor had a million things to say but didn't have the words to explain.

"Did Dean ever tell you about the time he found out I had been with another woman?" John asked.

Taylor shook his head.

"It was long after Mary. I had a moment of weakness. He took it as a betrayal and lost control of his temper. He was... around your age when it happened." John said.

Taylor sat down on the other stump. "What happened?"

"He wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. He had been holding everything back and that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. He wrecked a motel room. I'm talking broken mirror, paintings ripped off the wall, threw a chair across the room. He came at me too. Even at 14, Dean could pack a punch." John said.

Taylor was hanging on every word.

"I let him tire himself out and then he just started crying. He cried for an hour it seemed like. I just held him and let him cry. He wont admit to that. He probably claims I tried to kill him for it."

Taylor smirked. "I have heard a couple stories."

"Not that time. Now, I did tell him if he ever threw a punch at me again, I'd light him up but not that time. Losing his mom was painful for him. He pushed down the pain and bitterness so when he felt like I had betrayed her, he lost it." John continued. "We talked after that. He got his head back on straight and it doesn't get brought up. You remind me a lot of Dean. You keep yourself controlled and follow orders. However, if something big enough comes along, you are going to lose it as well. I saw the look on your face when you slammed that door. I know it was a straw but that kind of anger isn't born from having to wait a couple extra minutes. What was going through your head?"

Taylor furrowed his brows. "I can't tell if I am in trouble for that or not."

John chuckled. "You aren't so just relax. I want to know what flashed through your head."

Taylor stared at the ground as he sorted his thoughts. "I hated Craig. My mom let me down. I feel disconnected and know I should be sad but I don't feel sad. I don't miss them yet. I feel broken and like I could be a sociopath. You knew who the person in the photo was and acted like it was a horrible thing. I got scared. I have had so much kept from me and been lied to so much that I couldn't take being lied to again."

"I didn't tell you until I knew for sure because of who he is." John said.

Taylor looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"He isn't just an old hunting buddy, Taylor." John said, slowly.

"He is Jo's dad too. Bobby is friend's with them." Taylor said.

John sighed and shook his head. "I'm going to say something and I'd like to know that I'm not going to get flung when I say it."

Taylor blushed. "I promise to keep myself under control."

"Ellen does not like me at all and I don't blame her. She and I never saw eye to eye but Taylor.. Bill's last hunt.. the one that killed him.. I was there. I was supposed to have his back and made a mistake. I'm the reason he died." John said.

Taylor froze. He let the information roll through his head. "So you panicked when I showed you the picture?"

John nodded.

Taylor was quiet again. He had found out that he had a dad and then turned around and found out he died. "Will Ellen hate me?"

John squinted his eyes and took a slow breath. "I think finding out that he was with somebody else is going to impact her. She wont hate you though. You had no control over any of it."

They walked back inside and Taylor decided that he wanted them to know.

John said that it would be wise for him to be absent from the conversation, given Ellen's opinions of him.

Marie walked outside with him so that she could talk to him and give herself time to wrap her head around the news.

Bobby dialed Ellen's number and then gave the phone to Kate.

"Bobby Singer, you never call me for anything good." Ellen quipped.

Kate cleared her throat. "This is actually Kate."

Ellen's voice softened. "Kate, sweetheart, what has you calling this number?"

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically. "If I had answered the phone she'd have hung up." He whispered.

"When we met, I told you a little about what was going on. Well, things are complicated and there has been a lot happening. It is an awful long story." Kate said.

Ellen thought she sounded like Jo when she'd done something stupid. "Kate, just tell me."

Kate took a deep breath. "I have a friend, Taylor, who turns out to not just be a friend. He is kind of related to Sam and Dean's mom and he has abilities too and he found out that his dad wasn't really his dad and his mom had an old photo of his real dad and he never knew. His mom just died and his fake dad killed her and shot me and.."

"Kate." Ellen said in a firm tone. "You can tell me why you called or you can hand the phone to Dean."

Dean scoffed. "How did you even know I was here?"

Ellen made a sound in the back of her throat. "You can tell me the long story later. I want to know what you are trying to dance around."

Kate looked at Taylor apprehensively. "The photograph of Taylor's dad... um.. his biological dad is Bill."

The other end of the line was silent for a few grueling moments. "How old is he?"

Kate stammered. "Uh, he just turned 13."

Ellen mulled it over. "That would make sense."

"What?" Kate asked.

"Bill and I had a rough patch when Jo was a toddler. I knew he had been with another woman. We argued and then got over it eventually." Ellen said.

"What do we do now?" Kate asked.

Ellen wiped down the bar with a white cloth. "Give the phone to Bobby so I can ask him why the hell he had you tell me and didn't do it himself."

Kate smirked. "They are all a little afraid of you."

Ellen chuckled. "Good. Now give him the phone."

Bobby went to say hello but had to pull the phone away from his ear.

Taylor grimaced.

"Are you done?" Bobby asked.

Ellen took a breath. "Yes. Now, tell me about this kid."

Bobby told her more about Taylor and worked out some of the details as to how Bill and Misty would have met.

Taylor anxiously waited to see if Ellen would have hard feelings toward him.

"They have a week or two before school, right?" Ellen asked.

Bobby looked at the calendar. "They do."

"Okay, bring him here." Ellen said.

Bobby rubbed his beard. "The kids are going to drop Sam off at Stanford. Let me ask them." He got all four of them in the same room. "Ellen wants to meet Taylor."

Taylor's face grew pale. "Why?"

Bobby chuckled. "She wont hurt you."

Taylor let his breath out.

"She wants to see both of you before school starts." Bobby said.

Kate frowned. "What about Stanford?"

"It is a long drive and you'd just be dumping me at the dorm. There wont be anything fun to do." Sam said.

Taylor was busy trying to figure out why Ellen would want to meet him.

They made a decision and Bobby cleared his throat. "I can bring the kids. Let me get back to you."

Taylor sat down on the couch and put his elbow on the arm. Kate was shot, his mom died, Craig set a trap for him, John killed Craig, he found out who his dad was, his dad was dead, he had a half sister and now the woman who his dad cheated on to create him wanted to meet him. He felt his finger tips tingling again and clinched his fist.

Marie got a call from Taylor's grandfather. "His lungs are bad. He is back to having issues breathing." She explained.

Taylor gave her a hug. "It is okay nana. Go take care of him. I'm okay."

Marie spoke to John and Bobby before she left. She gave Bobby signed papers to that he had legal backing if the cops had any questions. She reluctantly left Taylor and rushed home.

Sam gathered the rest of his stuff and put it in the impala. It had been two days but it felt like two weeks. He adored both of the kids but it felt right that Dean would be the one taking him to Stanford.

Kate hugged him and tried not to cry. She was happy for Sam but she liked having him nearby. "Call me as soon as you get there. Okay?"

Sam squeezed her. "I'll call every few hours. Good luck with Ellen."

Kate gave him a sad smile and wiped her eyes.

He said goodbye to Taylor and Bobby too. John had left earlier in the day. Sam could tell John was tense so he didn't say anything about his early departure.

Kate waved as the car pulled away. Dean would be back. She and Taylor were going to Roadhouse and then school would start. Being busy was better than dwelling on things.

Taylor found himself struggling when things got quiet. If he didn't think about stuff, he didn't get angry. The anger had shifted toward grief and that was harder to process. He was nervous about meeting Ellen and Jo.

Bobby put stuff in his own vehicle and cranked it. "You two ready?"

Taylor placed his backpack on the backseat but it fell back out and hit the ground. He heard the sound of metal hitting rock and picked the bag up. He saw the key laying on the ground and felt the pit in his stomach grow.

Kate walked around to his side of the car. "What's wrong?"

Taylor felt like he was going to explode.

Kate got closer. "Taylor?"

Bobby locked the door to the house and approached the car. Kate looked concerned and Taylor was bracing himself against the open door.

"Taylor." Kate said again.

Bobby pulled Kate away. "Give him a minute." He saw the key on the ground and understood. "Do you want to melt that down or throw it off a cliff?"

Taylor didn't respond.

Bobby put a hand on his back. "You are going to put a dent in the door if you don't loosen your grip."

Taylor looked at his hand and stood up. "I'm sorry."

Bobby shook his head. "I understand. You weren't expecting that."

"Did you say cliff?" Taylor asked.

"Yep. We can find a cliff to throw it off of if you want." Bobby said.

Taylor picked the key up and held it out to Bobby. "Can you take it for now?"

After the key snafu, the trio left Sioux Falls behind.

Dean glanced over at Sam. The windows were down and Sam's mop of hair was flying in all directions. He picked at Sam about cutting it but Sam wouldn't be Sam without it. It had been a long time since it had just been the two of them in the car. He liked having Kate with them but Sam was the original sibling. He was Dean's only blood brother and it hurt to think of Sam being so far away.

Sam found the trip bitter sweet as well. It was so soon after Taylor lost everything. He had known nothing but Dean and worried what Dean would do when he wasn't there. Codependent was a good word.

"I still need to take you to a club." Dean said, turning the music down.

Sam rolled his eyes. "We aren't going to a club."

"Ah, come on, Sammy. You are 18." Dean said.

Sam laughed. "You can go to one after you drop me off. Remember, you are a role model now."

Dean scoffed. "They are with Bobby. Besides, do as I say, not as I do."

Sam chuckled. "You sound like dad." The comment wasn't an insult. He had let go of his bitterness toward John and saw his good qualities in Dean.

Dean smacked the back of his head. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

Kate was sitting in the backseat with her drawing pad. She doodled mindlessly as the miles flew by. The roadhouse wasn't terribly far from Bobby's house. Bobby called it 'the middle of nowhere Nebraska.' Kate chewed on the end of her pencil and tried to remember the states she had been. When they went to Memphis they had driven through several states but she wasn't sure if she should count places they simply drove through. That trip was so long ago but also not that long ago. Too much had happened in a short period of time. She watched Taylor too. He was sitting in the front with Bobby, watching the trees zip by.

Taylor was deep in thought. His heart was heavy and his head hurt. If the powers that be had orchestrated his life so that he would share a bloodline with Sam and Dean and then wind up meeting them, what did that mean for Jo? Would she dislike him because of his parentage? Why did everyone have to die?

Bobby slowed the car down and pulled over.

Kate's head snapped up. "Why are we stopping?"

Bobby put the car in park. "If you want to throw that key, now is a good time to do it. Nebraska is pretty flat."

Taylor took the key from Bobby's hand and looked over the embankment that Bobby had stopped by. He gripped the key in his hand and envisioned himself leaving the hate with the key. He drew his arm back and let the key sail. It hit several rocks and trees as it made its way to the bottom. The sounds of metal striking the ground quickly stopped and the key was no longer in view.

Bobby approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. "If you plan on playing ball again anytime soon, you're going to have to pull back."

Taylor looked up at him. "I'm not going to."

Bobby squeezed his shoulder. "You should. I know this summer hasn't gone to plan but I see no reason you shouldn't be on a team this school year."

"There are more important things." Taylor said.

Bobby shook his head. "You are 13. Your job is to be 13. You have more on your back than a normal 13 year old but a sport could help with coping. Kate would benefit from one too."

Taylor looked back down where the key had fallen. "I'll think about it."

A couple hours later, Kate saw a simple building with a sign that said The Roadhouse. She looked around. She got why Bobby called it the middle of nowhere. She could hear faint music seeping through the front door and movement inside.

Taylor stared at the building. His heart was racing and he wanted to stay in the car.

Bobby went in to let Ellen know they were there. A typical bar would not let kids in but this was a hunter's bar. Everyone inside knew to be on their best behavior if a hunter's kid walked in.

Ellen clapped Bobby on the back. "Been too long Singer."

Bobby brushed his hands along his pants. "I have been busy." He grumbled.

Ellen looked out the window. "Bring them in the back."

Bobby went outside and collected the kids. Taylor looked faint. "Son, she ain't as mean as she looks."

Taylor nodded slowly and followed him.

Jo was angry when she had gotten the news. She thought it was a lie. The thought of her dad having another child was too much. After an outburst and reassurance from Ellen, she warmed up to the idea. She was excited to see Kate again as well.

Bobby opened the back door and ushered Taylor and Kate inside.

Kate looked around. "Do they live here?"

"We do." Ellen said from another doorway.

Kate spun around and smiled. "Hi!"

Ellen hugged her and rubbed her back. "Hello again."

Taylor stood with his back against a wall and tried not to hyperventilate.

Ellen let go of Kate and made eye contact with Taylor. It was awkward for her too but the boy was panicked. She pulled him into a hug and didn't let go until he relaxed. She held him at arm's length. "You are Bill's alright."

Taylor blushed.

"No one here bites." She stepped back to look into the bar. "Uh, Sully might bite. Just don't wake him up." She clapped Taylor on the back and whistled. "Ash! Tell Lindsey to throw some food on for these kids."

Bobby scooted toward the door. "You got a new cook finally?"

Ellen grumbled. "No. She's helping out for a few weeks. Come on in, there is a booth in the corner that you all can take."

Kate looked around. There were not that many people there but they all had a familiar look. She wondered if non hunters were allowed in.

Taylor wrung his hands and tried to remain calm. Ellen was nice and hadn't acted like she had issues with him but he was out of his element.

Jo brought two drinks to their table and slid them over to both kids.

Kate jumped up and hugged her. "Jo!"

Taylor stared at her. He could see the resemblance. His hair was dark and short and his eyes were blue, where hers were brown. The rest of her face looked much like his own.

Jo held her hand out to Taylor. "Hi. I'm Jo."

Taylor nervously shook her hand. "I'm Taylor."

Jo slid into the booth beside Bobby and hugged him.

"Is this alcohol?" Kate asked, smelling of the drink.

Jo grinned. "No. Shirly temples."

Kate took a sip and licked her lips. "Try it, Taylor."

He sipped his drink and smiled.

Jo was equally as awkward as Taylor was.

Bobby nudged Jo. "I'm going to need something stronger than that."

Taylor felt exposed as Bobby left the table.

Jo put her elbows on the table and cupped her chin. "The cheese fries here are good. Can't speak much for the hamburgers."

Kate smiled at her. "Been on anymore hunts?"

Jo rolled her eyes. "No. Momma has been on me like white on rice."

Jo and Kate chatted for a few minutes before Jo looked at Taylor. "So, I guess you are my brother."

Taylor nodded slowly. "Seems like it."

Jo gave him a warm smile. "I'm glad to meet you. I just wish it had been sooner."

Taylor relaxed as the conversation went on.

The food was sat on the table and drinks refilled.

Ellen leaned over the bar. "Seems like they are getting on just fine."

Bobby sat his glass down. "Taylor doesn't look like he's about to run anymore."

Ellen chuckled. "I was worried there for a bit."

"He was worried that you wouldn't like him because of who his mom was." Bobby said, softly. "He just wants everyone to be happy."

Ellen sighed. "I was hurt when Bill did what he did but I forgave him. He is a kid. I don't see him as anything else."

Taylor looked up and saw Ellen and Bobby looking at him. He blushed and looked back at the table.

"They did a number on him, didn't they?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah, they did. He didn't know Craig wasn't his father until recently. The man was a mean drunk but went downhill a lot this year. Taylor does have abilities and Craig beat him up one day. The next day, Taylor didn't have any marks and Craig thought he was a shapeshifter. Taylor wound up at my house because he was being hunted. John put Craig in a mental institution and that is where he has been until he got out the other day." Bobby explained.

Ellen made a sour face at the mention of John.

"I know your opinion on John but he has helped Taylor. He's the one that got rid of Craig." Bobby said.

Ellen smirked. "Well I guess he's due for a few good deeds." She walked over to the table and cleared the dishes. "Jo, why don't you show Kate and Taylor that book I pulled out?"

Jo slid out of the booth and motioned for them to follow her. She walked through the door they had entered the bar from and up a set of stairs. She opened another door and held the door as they walked into a small apartment.

The apartment was simple but cozy. There were photos along the walls and the simple touches that only a woman would think to have.

"Why do you live here?" Kate asked, bluntly.

Jo looked around. "This has been home as long as I can remember. Even before we moved here full time. After... after dad died, mom had to take over running the Roadhouse and it was easier to have me nearby. I could go to sleep and she could still work downstairs."

Taylor heard the pain in her voice.

"Does the sound bother you?" Kate asked.

Jo shook her head. "The music is easy to sleep through at this point. If there is a fight or something loud, I can hear it but I usually go down to see what is going on. Momma says I'm nosey."

Kate grinned. "I've been told I'm nosey too."

Taylor wished he could blend into situations as easily as Kate could.

"Here, Taylor, sit down. I'll show you these pictures." Jo said. "Some of these are from before I was born." She opened the photo album and pointed out certain photos.

Taylor felt more connected to Bill than he had earlier. He did look a good bit like him. They had the same smile, as did Jo. It hit him that none of his older brothers were actually his brothers, except David. He hadn't spoken to David aside from a text message. Knowing David, he would be milking the attention he was getting from the locals. He would use the sympathy card any chance he got. Taylor didn't want to talk to anyone about it. He ignored messages from people he went to school with. He did talk to Nate, Ellie's brother and let him know that he was okay.

Jo tapped Taylor. "Do you want them?"

Taylor blinked. "I'm sorry. I was lost in my head."

Jo handed him a few photos. "Do you want to take these?"

Taylor looked down at the photos she was handing him. "Oh, I couldn't take these."

Jo shoved them into his hand. "They are duplicates. Take them."

Kate excused herself, saying that she needed to talk to Bobby. She just wanted Jo and Taylor to have time alone. She liked Jo and wanted Taylor to feel comfortable.

"Hey, you. What are you doing down here?" Bobby asked.

Kate knelt on a bar stool. "Dean said he got his first drink before he was double digits. I'm 2 years into the double digits."

Bobby smacked the back of her head. "Nice try."

Ellen smiled at her and handed her a root beer. "That is the closest to beer you need to get."

Kate sipped it. "You guys are lame."

"How are they doing?" Ellen asked and looked up, toward the apartment.

"Taylor is quiet. I think he has a lot to think about. Jo is showing him stuff and trying to make him feel comfortable." Kate said.

Eventually, Jo and Taylor came back downstairs. Taylor had relaxed and decided he liked Jo too.

Dean felt his phone buzz and turned the music off. He handed the phone to Sam. "Read that."

Sam read the message out loud. A hunter needed assistance on a case that just so happened to be in their path. "I bet dad told him."

Dean smirked. "What do you say, one more hunt?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "One more hunt."