Hey again, people! Your reviews are as kind and as fueling as ever, and I'm so happy that it made you guys happy! Ehehe. And wow, this story has over a thousand hits! Aaah, I didn't expect this big a reaction, to be honest. Thank you guys so much for keeping up with me despite my laziness, and writing the nicest reviews! I'm also still working on my high school AU, although it's only one chapter so far. Ahahahaha. I intend it to be like, over ten chapters, so this may take some time. Woulda guys like a teaser or something? It's definitely going to have a dash of anime/manga in it, like really comical situations and stuff. Yeah, I'm not good at writing angst, ugh. But don't worry, you guys will expect angst in this story! Maybe just a little. Since I don't like it when these guys feel sad. Then I feel sad. Alright, no more rambling, on with the story!

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That night

Gordon had followed Dean's orders and was trudging alongside the river. It was the middle of the night, and he was tired of being chased around all day by the royal guard. He had just managed to shake them off after the darkness fell, hearing the sounds thundering hooves behind him start to fade away. Gordon didn't know what had happened the two brothers, but it's not like he cared much about their safety. Those two were too much trouble to work with, especially if half the country wanted their asses because of a shapeshifter. Really Dean, a shapeshifter? At least they were useful for hunting down vampires. His grip on his reins tensed at that word.

Vampires. Just the thought of those fanged bastards made the hunter's blood boil. They were the ones who turned his precious sister into one of them. The day was burned into Gordon's mind; he could still remember her pleads as she stood in the middle of the mess of decapitated bodies, and he could still see the horrified look painted on her face as he drew his blade on her.

Gordon gritted his teeth and shook the images from his mind. He had just taken out an entire nest of vampires; he should be celebrating their demise right now instead of mourning over one. Right. The sister he knew was gone as soon as her blood was tainted. He had killed a vampire, not his sister. He tilted his head up to study the pattern of the sky in an attempt to steer his mind away from those monsters. Just for a while. After this, it would be back to taking down as many bloodsuckers as he could.

A sudden snap of a twig made Gordon's head turn toward the shadowy trees, just in time to see a black shape hurtling toward him. Gordon only had time to let out a startled cry before he was knocked off his horse by the dark figure, landing with his back on the ground and his ambusher on top of him. His mare let out a startled whinny and charged off, leaving her owner for dead.

It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust, but once they were focused, Gordon let out a noise of pure anger.

A vampire.

"Gordon Walker." The creature sneered. "The famous Gordon Walker. Do you know that your head is in high demand amongst my kin?"

"Nice to know that I'm making a name for myself," Gordon spat, struggling to push the bloodsucker off him. It was impossible, what with a vampire that weighed as much as a sack of bricks.

The vampire only let out mirthless laughter. "How proud my brothers and sisters would be if they could see me right now, avenging their deaths." He grinned, allowing his many fangs to shoot out. Gordon growled.

"So kill me now!" He shouted, his struggles growing more violent. "You should've seen the look on your family's face," Gordon's eyes were beginning to shine in a maniacal way as he continued his jeering. "They were begging for life, the goddamn bloodsuckers were begging for life! Like they deserved it." A sense of satisfaction crept up on him when the despondent look crossed the vampire's face.

"You shut your mouth!" The vampire hissed.

"Then kill me!" Gordon yelled back. A thoughtful look crossed the creature's face, making Gordon tighten his jaws. The vampire shook his head, a broken smile forming.

"No, you don't deserve such a kind punishment for your actions," The vampire said, and Gordon tensed. It was like he already knew what the vampire had planned for him.

The vampire quickly sliced open a wound in his arm, and as the creature lashed out to grab onto Gordon's arm, the hunter started struggling all over again. "No! Don't you dare do it, don't you dare!"

But his cries fell on deaf ears as the vampire cut his arm, making Gordon cry out in agony, not over the pain, but over what would immediately proceed.

The vampire held his arm over the hunter's, watching in pleasure as his blood mixed with Gordon's. The hunter started to convulse grotesquely as his cries became deafening.

The vampire only watched on silently as Gordon's spasms slowly weakened, although he still twitched every second or so. Gordon's face was slicked with sweat as he watched the vampire stand up, his work done, and give the hunter a cruel smile, disappearing into the woods.

"Damn… You…" Gordon breathed before he passed out.

Later morning

Castiel was the first one to rise, although he was quite confused when he realized that he was in the middle of a forest instead of his own room. Then the memories of what transpired yesterday hit him, making him feel quite dizzy. He ran away from his mother. He was going to see the lights.

Oh, and there was also the slight matter of a carnivorous winged rabbit and the fact that monsters existed.

Castiel was still trying to wrap his mind around that when he heard something near him shift. He looked over to see his new companion, Robert, sit up, shaking his head in an attempt to chase away any remnants of his slumber.

"Mornin', Cas," Robert said, his voice thick with sleep.

Castiel nodded his greeting. "Good morning, Robert." He said. A look of confusion crossed the other's man's face, but it only lasted for a split second, and Castiel wondered if he had just imagined it.

"Well, I'm going to wake up Sa-uh, John, here, and we'll be ready to go, alright?" Robert's voice was quickly adopting the gruff tone that it usually had when he was fully awake.

Castiel only made a faint noise of agreement, returning to his thoughts on 'monsters, really, they exist?' This made the other man pause, looking over his shoulder at Castiel.

"Hey, uh, you okay?" Robert asked, his green eyes set on Castiel, and did he actually look a little worried?

"I'm fine, why do you ask?" Castiel wondered why the man seemed concerned for his safety. Robert seemed like the more brusque brother when compared to John.

"Well, maybe because you were attacked by a freaking vampire rabbit yesterday." Robert said.

"I thought you said it was a wolpertinger?" Castiel frowned. Robert smiled and shook his head, and Castiel had to admit that he looked much better with a smile, at least when it wasn't when he was teasing him.

"Look, I just want to… Apologize, for, y'know, snapping at you yesterday," Robert said, opting for a change of subject. "It was a crazy day, being held captive and forced to go through these woods," Castiel was going to argue that he wasn't holding them captive, but the man continued. "Me and my brother, we're usually a lot more careful when it comes to keeping people away from all this… Monster stuff. I guess I shoulda been more tactful last night." Robert concluded, and Castiel nodded. They went silent for a while.

"So we cool?" Robert finally asked, and Castiel frowned. He still didn't understand many of the idioms and references the two brothers would make. Robert caught onto this and corrected himself. "I mean, are we okay?"

"We're okay," Castiel affirmed, his mouth slightly curved upward, and he got a grin in response.

Not before long, John was awakened and the supplies were packed up and ready to go, with John on his mare and Castiel and Robert atop Impala. They only stopped for a minute because Robert had complained about not eating breakfast.

"Well, it's not like we're going to roast the wolpertinger." His brother had huffed.

They were trudging through the forest, as usual, when Sam had heard the trees - no really, the trees - whisper something.

"Sam," They said.

Sam paused his horse, making Dean stop shortly after him.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked.

Sam strained his ears, but he heard nothing. Brushing it off as his imagination, he shook his head.

"Nah, just… Nothing." Sam said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Dean gave him an odd look, but nudged Impala into a walk again, overtaking Sam and leaving him a foot behind.

That was when Sam heard the whispers again. "Sam, don't you remember me, Sam?" The voice sounded hurt.

Sam stopped his horse again with a jolt, his mind instantly connecting that voice with that person. No. No, no, no, no. She's dead. It's impossible. She's gone, and Sam had seen her body before it had been destroyed. But the voice sounded again, over the rustle of the trees as a gentle breeze passed them.

"No, Sam. I'm not gone," It breathed gently. "I'm still here."

Sam was sure that he had gone insane, but he still looked around at his surroundings just in case she was actually there.

"Jess?" He murmured.

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Annnd cue in the angst! Can you guys guess the next monster I'm going to bring up? Sorry if this is kind of a cliffhanger, I'm only good at writing cliffhangers because they're so suspenseful! D: So, as always, reviews are very much appreciated! c: School's gonna start, like, tomorrow, though, so I may update less frequently. I'm very sorry, guys :c But hey it's a Wednesday, so expect an update by the weekend, at least!