Hunters

Begining and End

* May's POV *

I have no one except my 'friends' who ended up turning into pity friends. They all look at me with that concerning, sad look in their eyes. I just want things to go back to normal, even if that means losing every single one of them. They mean little to nothing to me, and God knows that I don't mean anything real to them.

Furthermore, not one person showed for me at graduation. I hear the shouts and cheers when a peer's name is called, and when my name comes around, about half of the audience claps. I'm am grateful, don't get me wrong, although I know not one of them knows my name. Besides to my teachers, I'm just another kid on the program. Isn't that pathetic?

I walk down the three stairs and go to sit back down. There's only a handful of students left being my last name is Vanderwal, so soon enough, we are released.

I walk down the crowded halls of the high school to the choir room. There, racks of blue gowns hang. I find the one that I had gotten my gown from and hang it back up in it's plastic, smoothing down my own clothes. After returning my gown, I walk down the long, concrete stairs that I know so well for the last time. My fingers trace over the metal railing that wobbles, and I feel the strange urge to say goodbye to Mr. Winchester. I did see him in the crowd. Maybe I should admit my undying love for him. Ha.

I chuckle at the thought and pull my car keys from my purse, starting the long trek to the back of the parking lot that is overflowing.

"Hey! May! Need a lift?" I hear a voice behind me right before I cross the drive into the lines of cars. I spin around on one of my heeled shoes, a black muscle car appearing before me. The window is rolled down, and a tall man with long, brown hair is leaning out the window.

"Hey Mr. Winchester! Yeah! That would be great if you wouldn't mind," I laugh, walking up to the car and opening the back door. Do I really need a ride? Or do I really just want the comfort of someone I know? I slide in on the leather seat, leaning forward to the front seats where the Winchesters sit. The Winchester in the drivers seat displays no emotion other than a small sexy smirk on his lips, so I turn to Mr. Winchester, who is really smiling at me. It's hard not to look at the man in the drivers seat, but I don't want Mr. Winchester to get the wrong idea. They just offered to give me a ride, and I want to be grateful for my last moments to talk with Mr. Winchester before I never see him again.

"I'm parked in one of the last rows," I tell his brother, and he winks at me before pulling out of the loop of driveway in front of the school and heading to the back. I blush furiously and look away to Mr. Winchester quickly again, who is slightly turned to talk to me now. He seems to notice the wink, but just rolls his eyes, focussing back on me. all of the sudden I feel self-conscious, smoothing down my hair absent mindedly. I guess that's what a stunning man staring about you does.

"So, how do you feel? Now that you're a high school grad?" Mr. Winchester smirks, and I laugh nervously.

"Would feel a lot better if my aunt showed up. She didn't want to come though," I say honestly, and he shrugs.

"But I was there, and I'm proud of you, May. You really pulled through these couple of weeks. But now it's time. Time you know what really happened to your parents. By the way, you can call me Sam," Sam smiles, and I smile back, confused. Sam's brother pulls into a vacant parking spot in the back of the parking lot, but we are nowhere near my car. My body tenses up and I feel both fear and resent creep into my bones.

"What do you mean? My parents died in a fire, Sam. I thought you knew that," I tell him urgently, my voice rising a little due to my panicked tone. My eyes silently begged him to stop talking about my parents, and that I haven't talked about my parents to anyone but him since the event took place. My eyes also flickered to his brother, whom I didn't trust yet. He was staring right back at me. Please Sam. Please don't do this. I can't...

"This is going to sound crazy, but the fire wasn't an accident," Sam says, and I want to be mad. I want to scream at him. I'm desperate to tell him it's not okay for him to lie like this to me; that it hurts too bad. I itch to tell him that he doesn't understand the pain of he's causing me by twisting this knife that is embedded in my heart. But those eyes. His eyes demand me to trust him, and they make me putty in his hands. I know he's not lying, but at the same time every fiber in my body screams at me to not believe a word he says.

"Please don't Sam. You know what I went through. Why would you do this to me? This isn't right. You can't do this. And even if it were true, why would you tell me? Don't you care?" I whimper, my voice barley above a whisper.

"You know how much I care. I'm telling you because I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if whoever or whatever did this hurt you too, May," Sam says quietly, and the calmness in his tone makes me melt. He sounds so sure, like he's telling me straight facts instead of something so absurd. It almost makes me burst with rage. Why is he so clam while my world is caving in?

"How do you know someone did it? It was an accident, the police are sure," I think aloud, sounding a bit like a small child on the verge of tears. I try to be brave, to prepare myself for what could change my world, but I just can't. Not like this. A tear rolls down my face, and Sam wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. His skin is rough, but comforting against mine.

"In the world my brother and I live in, there are no accidents. Accidents are just the way people keep their minds away from horrible possibilities. And this is real, May. We're in danger, and I'm not going to let anything hurt you," Sam says, his voice reminding me of my dad. He was trying not to be too harsh, but it wouldn't work. Nothing can save me from this now.

"What will keep us safe?" I breathe, a tear rolling down my cheek again. Just minutes ago, this was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and a 90 degree day awaited me at the quarry about 60 miles west of Souix Falls. High school grads would be coming in by the dozens, all with red solo cups and their swim suits on. My mind marvels about how quickly that changed. Should've just walked to my car. It's nice out anyway. If only I didn't have such a fucking huge crush on Mr. Winc- Sam. His name is Sam. That's going to be hard to get used to. Either way, I made the wrong decision. My day- my life - could have been so much easier in this moment. And yes. This was difficult. I never wanted it to be this way...

"We think we have a lead of what this thing is. So we're going to stop by your apartment and then our house to get some things then get on the road. I'm not forcing you to go, May. Don't get the wrong idea about this. But my brother and I- we can keep you safe. And I want nothing more than that," Sam says, and more tears threaten to fall. Of course I can't say no to him. I trust him completely. And if my safety is on the line, then it would be what my parents would've wanted. He has no reason to be lying to me. I'm really in danger.

"Okay," I whisper, "I'll go."

I can't believe how easy it was for him to get me to come with him. Everything seemed wrong about this. He could be leading me into hell and I would have followed him. It's sick, but now it is my reality. With that, the engine turns over, the car coming to life in one roar, then we're going. I see the school get smaller and smaller in the back window, soon hidden by other buildings. The only normal I had in my life is now gone.