Hunter

The icy wind blew along Dean’s face as he chased a vampire who unluckily crossed his path. Many people wouldn’t be able to keep up with vampires due to their super speed but Dean was different. 

Dean wasn’t worried that this vampire was faster than him; he was leading him right where he wanted him. A few yards ahead was a trap; a silver cage lined with vervain. It didn’t have to kill him; he'd let the sun do that. Just as he planned, the vampire triggered the trap and got caught in the cage. Dean stopped right in front of the creature and looked it in its eyes. 

“Wouldn't touch it if I were you”

“Foolish hunter silver is for werewolves”

“True I was werewolf hunting but you seem like more fun. You know… Word on the street is you know a vampire by the name of Cassius and you are going to tell me where he is and maybe I’ll decide to close my eyes and let you walk away.”

“Why do you want Cassius?”

“Do you know where he is?”

“No”

“You don’t have to tell me you’re the one in a cage soaked with vervain. Go ahead, give it a touch.”

“Vervain?”

Dean just smiled. 

The vampire slowly reached out to touch one of the bars with his finger, it burned and melted some skin off. 

“So again where can I find Cassius?”

“He’s dead”

“I’m sorry?”

“Dead… family said his little brother snapped and ripped his throat out”

“What’s this brother's name?”

“Cain”

“Where can I find Cain?”

“I don’t know he’s not exactly on good terms with anybody, he killed one of his own and ran off with some human.”

“A vampire running off with a human? First I heard of it.”

“Yea now let me go!”

Dean walked over to the rope, The vampire was relieved but Dean had no intention of letting him go. 

“You can stay until morning.”

“No! You said!”

“Enjoy the sun!”

Dean walked away while the vampire screamed as he tried to break free of the cage. He walked in the direction of his car slowly, a bright light hit his face, and started to smile. 

“Good morning vampy”

The vampire screamed in the distance.

Once Dean got in his car he immediately took off and headed back into town.

WestHallow was a quiet town but he got word that besides its cute small-town demeanor he was infested with the supernatural. He pulled up to a gas station to refill his tank. 

When he entered the store he didn’t see much of anything he wanted to buy except beef jerky and water. He stood at the door for a minute just looking around.

“Care for a beer stranger?” Said the cashier

“Thanks but I don’t drink… I need all my brain cells for work.”

The cashier nodded. 

Dean walked away to the back where the water was. He wasn't expecting to step into a pool of blood. He looked at the cashier who was completely clueless drinking a beer.

“Hey buddy you got a problem back here”

“Huh? A problem? What problem?”

“The blood on the floor”

“Oh yea there had a little accident a little while ago but the sheriff handled it”

“This much blood didn’t lead to a person's death?”

“Nah he just got up and walked away like it wasn’t nothing”

“You don’t say”

“Mhm”

Dean knew that it was too much blood for that person to be alive; he suspected supernatural behavior. He walked to the counter and paid for his stuff.

“Jerky, water, and gas. Keep the change”

The cashier nodded, he wasn’t too interested in anything besides staying buzzed.

Dean walked back to his car, threw the jerky and water in the passenger seat, and proceeded to the gas pump. 

While putting gas in the car he noticed a guy about his age walking out of the discount store limping. Dean stared at him watching his every move and once the guy stared back; Dean's senses kicked in. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he knew he had to follow that guy. He took the gas pump out and immediately got in the car. He slowly drove at a distance from him. He saw him go into a house; all the lights were on. He wasn't the only one there, laughter came from the house. Dean didn’t know what he was walking into so he just grabbed a silver knife and silver bullets to put in his favorite gun. 

“When in doubt go with silver”

He put the gun in the hostler he was wearing. He kept the knife in his hand but hid it behind his back while he rang the doorbell. 

The door opened wide and there stood a man and a woman. 

“Hello, can we help you?” asked the man

Dean got that feeling again. It made him more eager to fight whatever they were.

“Yes I’m not from here I just need to use a phone”

“Oh of  course come in,” said the woman happily

“Thank you”

Dean walked in still holding the knife behind his back. 

“I’ll go get you the phone”

“Make sure Ava isn’t on it Margaret”

The man looked at Dean up and down. 

“You seem familiar”

“Is that so? I don’t remember meeting”

“Yea weird”

Margaret came back from getting the phone but for some reason was empty-handed.

“Doesn’t he seem familiar honey?”

“Yes he sure does, he seems like a hunter”

Dean immediately kicked the husband in the face, knocking him down. He goes straight for the kill on the wife; aiming to stab her in the heart but she doesn’t make it easy on him. She throws him into the living room, landing on the glass table. Dean is then put in a chokehold. He couldn’t see who but he knew it wasn’t the wife or husband considering they were walking right toward him. 

He broke free and stabbed the person behind him in the heart. When he turned around he sees the limping guy he followed. 

Both the wife and husband charge at Dean.

Dean pulls out his gun and shoots them both in the heart. They both drop. Just when he thinks it’s over a girl walks into the room and he gets that feeling once more. Without hesitation, he shoots her, and she drops. 

“Yup when in doubt always go with silver”