Hunter's blood

Chapter one

Eight Years Later

Over the last eight years, Dean had been training himself in all supernatural knowledge and taught himself all he needed to know about weaponry and what each supernatural monster was weakest to. Ever since that night he saw his sister leave with a tall eight-foot man, he was more determined than ever to find his missing sister. While everyone had searched everywhere there was no sign of a huge man with long limbs. All the adults had claimed that he was imagining things or that the monster was nothing more than two sick people who wanted to get some sort of laughter or even take young girls for sex rings. But Dean knew otherwise, that monster had his sister and he wasn't going to give up. Dean had come back from the shooting range to find his parents sitting at the counter with worried expressions on their faces.

"What?" Dean said as he took his shoes off and approached the counter. "Mom? Dad, why do you look worried?"

"Dean, come sit with us," Mary said to her son. "We have some news you will want to hear," Dean sat near his parents who handed him a newspaper. At first, Dean didn't understand why they had given him this but then he saw the article.

"Do you see it son?" John asked him. Dean picked up the newspaper and read through it. He was shocked to find that the police had supposedly found a dead body claiming that Sam was dead. Dean did not believe it, the only reason the police put the file on the cold case was because no one would believe a ten-year-old boy.

"No this is not true," Dean said. "Sam is not dead!"

"Dean we are not saying that she is," Mary answered with caution. "But that's what the police are saying, so far the only person who hasn't accepted that possibility is you," she continued. "Fifty kids went missing that year Dean, you need to..."

"You're about to say give it a rest," Dean said in annoyance and pushed the newspaper away. "I'm not giving it a rest because I know what I saw, a eight-foot tall man took Sammy and knocked me out,"

"There is no such thing as an eight-foot man Dean, you told yourself that story because of what happened," His father scolded. Dean rolled his eyes at his parents, he hated that his parents didn't believe him. After all, weren't parents supposed to listen to their kids?

"If he wasn't real then explain this!" Dean exclaimed as he rolled up his shirt to reveal a sword-like scar on his side.

"You got pushed into a tree, son, you were lucky you weren't killed," Mary told him. "Now I want you to put all this research away, it's only going to cause you more pain,"

"Your mother is right," John said, agreeing with his wife.

"I can't believe this," Dean complained. "After eight long years, you're really believing this crap? I know what I saw! I'm not going to give up on my sister!" Seeing that he made his point, Dean stormed out of the kitchen and walked to his room. If it were the other way around, he knew his sister would come searching for him too, he wasn't going to abandon her, not like everyone else did. Mary sighed heavily seeing that her son wasn't going to give it a rest.

"I wish he'd understand," Mary said.

"I know but it looks like he will have to learn everything the hard way," John answered. He knew that if his son continued down this road then he would end up chasing a ghost for the rest of his life. Up in his room, Dean looked for more information that may help him in any way, during his research he stumbled across the same article he was looking at earlier. Something his parents didn't seem to notice was that a strange symbol was drawn onto the corpse's forehead. It was a bunch of trees and one tall figure. Thinking it was a lead that would lead him to his sister, he looked into where the corpse was found. Oddly enough it was found in a burned-down home where a dozen other corpses had been found in the last eight years. Grabbing a notepad, Dean wrote down the house address and grabbed his phone as well as his keys then walked out of his room.

"Dean, where are you going?!" John called out.

"I'm going out," Dean responded.

"Now but we both need you here," John responded. But Dean brushed his father off and said that he would rather focus on looking for his sister besides staying here, and listening to them lecture him like he was crazy. John tried to argue with him but Dean was already out the door. "He is going to have his heart shattered," Dean got into his car and drove to the location where he came across the burnt-down house. Parking on the curb, Dean got out and walked over to the house, careful not to touch anything that could hurt him. The house was in ruins since the fire had hit, Dean searched the debris until he noticed something shiny caught his attention. He walked over and picked up the object to find that it was a locket his sister had.

"I knew it," Dean said simply. "She must have been here," Meanwhile Slenderman was going about his daily routine of stalking children and luring them into the woods. So far he had managed to change fifty children into his proxies, all of them had proven their loyalty to him by killing. All except one that is, while Samantha had successfully killed a few people while under his influence. She had yet to prove herself by killing someone close to her from her past. The proxies whispered among themselves on how they doubted Samantha could do it.

"I can hear you," Samantha said as she walked out of the rooms of Slenderman's castle. She had just got back from successfully killing at least a couple of people however, that didn't seem to appease Slenderman at all. Samantha turned toward Slenderman who had just come back and was now sitting on his throne ready to give the next order. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," Slenderman said. "Are you going to keep denying what I want you to do? Or are you going to prove your loyalties?"

"You know I would do anything for you, Slendy," Sam said, bowing toward her leader.

"Then you better do this," he responded. "Kill someone who you have been close to your entire life, then I'll know where your loyalties lie,"

"But sir.." Sam said. "He's been training himself..." She started but Slendy held up his hand signaling for the young thirteen-year-old to remain silent.

"You heard what I said," Slendy warned. "Now go, don't come back until you've done the deed," Sam stayed quiet since she knew that there was no way for her to tell him how dangerous that would have been, however, she seemed to have no other choice. Willing to prove her loyalties to Slendy, she nodded and walked out of the castle making her way to the burnt-down house.