Hunters

Haste

* May's POV *

Dean, Sam's brother, drops us off at my place and heads to their house to grab their own things. We walk up the cement walkway to the door solemnly, his large shadow casting over my own in the afternoon sun. It would have made me smile any other day, I'm sure.

The grey-eyed man, who wears an all black suit, is sitting on the bench in front of the brick complex, just as I expected him to be. His face seemed even more sunken in as usual, and his eyes were endlessly dark. Sam doesn't seem to notice him at all, but the man isn't paying attention to him anyway. He seems intent on watching my every move. He stares me down and I hesitate getting any closer at the harsh glare he gives me. It was a glare that held a certain evil, but at the same time it was cloaked. At my reaction, he smiled a godawful, twisted grin, and I imagined he was thinking about all the ways he could take the life from my body.

Just as I was thinking of this, the strange man stands up and I begin to back up, fear shining in my eyes. I see the clean, silver blade of a knife reflect in the sunlight, tucked away inside his blazer in such a way that you could only see the weapon if he wanted you to. He wanted me to see it.

"May, what's wrong?" Sam asks worriedly, grabbing my arm as I try to regain my balance. The fear must be prominent in my eyes, because Sam is desperately trying to figure out what's scaring me so much. Can he honestly not see the man that's all but fifteen feet from him?

The man who is dressed as if he just attended a funeral smirks and walks away, turning back at the last minute to give me another conceded glare. He is proud of himself. He is getting some sick type of satisfaction from my fear. He knows he has been haunting my nightmares for the last few weeks. Visions of a knife sinking deep into my chest, gripped tight by the man, haunts my nights and leaves a dark haze over my days. He knows. He knows he's in my thoughts, and he knows he hasn't left me alone since the second I first saw him.

"May?" Sam continues to question, eventually giving up and grabbing my hand to drag me into the building. I don't respond in fear that I will be overheard, so instead I swiftly yank my keys from my pocket. I shove the key into the hole, jiggling and turning the old lock hastily as I push inside my home. Sam follows close behind, closing the door behind me and proceeding to pull the chain over into the lock position. Sam spins on his heel towards me, guiding me to the couch. My legs feel like jello and my heart is pounding in my temples. Everything inside me screams to get as far away from this place as possible. I take a deep breath, knowing I'll be heading out soon enough.

"Sam," I begin shakily, sitting on the tan couch in my living room, burying my face in my hands. I feel Sam sit down beside me and his big hand runs circles over my back softy, comfortingly. He waits patiently for me to explain, but his eyes search desperately around the room for at signs of danger. He knows we need to leave quick. His leg starts to bounce anxiously and I wipe the tear that's threatening to fall, knowing I need to get the move on. I don't have time for a breakdown. I need to be strong.

"That man. He's been outside my complex for three weeks now. He just sits there the same time I get out of school every day and stares at me. But today he got up and his eyes-" I start, and Sam's breath catches.

"Were they black?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"No? They're grey. But he has holes like eyes. They're sunken in. And he-he gave me this horrible look. It looked like he wanted to kill me. H-he had a knife. He made sure I saw it. And after I backed up he smiled and walked away. He was happy he scared me. What kind of sick person does that? How did you not see him?" I spit out, and Sam stands up, sighing. His forehead creases in thought and worry. He places a hand on his forehead and paces.

That's when I see it. Tucked in the side of his pants is a gun. He was serious about protecting us.

"It's okay," he coos when he turns around, spotting the tears in my eyes and moving towards me swiftly. He pulls me up into a hug. His body is muscular and hard, much bigger than mine. My nose ends up buried in his shoulder, and I can smell his cheap cologne. He strokes my hair with long calloused fingers, and it soothes me in an oddly quick amount of time. I haven't hugged anyone since my parents' funeral, and it feels so good. It feels even better than usual being it's Sam. After a minute I sigh and pull away, noticing that the look of concern doesn't leave his face.

"May. I won't let anything happen to you. Just pack some clothes and the necessities. We won't be back for a while. I'm sorry, but we need to hurry. I don't know who that man is, but he isn't good news," Sam tells me, and I nod. I spin on my heel to grab my duffle from the table in the conjoined kitchen and shove about five sets of clothes and a few photos of my family in it. I go to the bathroom and grab toiletries and makeup. My shoes and phone go in last, making the bag full but not too full. I didn't put any extras in, and I hope I don't regret that. This is it. I shove all of the money I have, about $200, into the side pocket of the bag and open my bedroom door. Here goes nothing.

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* Sam's POV *

My knee shakes up and down nervously and I chew the inside of my lip. Quick glances around the room don't satisfy me, and I become increasingly paranoid about this guy May spoke of. Was it a demon? The description doesn't exactly describe one, and I don't smell sulfur in May's apartment. So what could it be? A vamp? But they don't usually leave without blood shed, and I have no idea what they would want with May anyway. They wouldn't stalk her, and they wouldn't burn her parents either. So what is the man? Who does he work for? And why is May the only one who can see this guy?

I hear May's door open and- something running down the hall? It's faster than a human by the quick patter of it's feet and my mind immediately goes on high alarm. My body tenses and my heart starts beating fast.

I stand up, reaching for my gun, when a little German Shepard dog bounds into the room. May follows it with a leash and collar in hand, tossing me her duffle so she can grab a small tub full of kibble that was placed by the fridge. She also grabs a bowl for the dog and heads for the door. Great. She has a dog. I feel terribly stupid, but at least May didn't see me reach for a gun in protection from a small dog. Real manly.

"May..." I start, but I honestly have nothing to say. It's not like she can just ditch the dog. I also don't really want her too. A dog could be a nice addition to all these long, boring rides across the U.S. Dean gets pretty boring at times, playing the same cassettes over and over.

"Yeah?" She asks, opening the door.

"Just so you know, Dean hates dogs," I chuckle a little, and she smiles back.

"Well I love them," May tells me, and my heart melts at her sweet tone and adorable smile. She whistles for the dog and she follows close behind May, trotting down the hall to the main door.

Dean is already waiting impatiently outside the building, engine running. When he sees the dog, his eyes widen and he shakes his head, stepping out of the Impala.

"Nonononono. Scooby can't come," he says, and I laugh. May looks at me questioningly and I just open the backseat door for May and her dog.

"Dude no, can't we just take the dog around the corner to the dog slammer or something," he groans, and I shake my head the same time May does. Dean just sighs and gives me a look that I know too well. It's the 'I'm only doing this because you're my brother' look. I give him an appreciative smile and he rolls his eyes.

Tossing May's duffle in the back of the car under the weapon box along with Dean and I's, I hop into the passenger seat and look back at the girl with tears in her eyes. She is trying so hard to be strong, smiling at me and acting as if there's nothing wrong. But I see through that. If she were to speak, surely she would get choked up and cry. I have felt the same way before, and everything is wrong about May having to feel that way too. Today was supposed to be her day. Now she's running from her home and a potential supernatural stalker. And nothing about that is right.