Hunt

Chapter I

It was foggy morning,December 21st. Rain drops were falling off the half-frozen leaves,while sun was barely breaking through clouds...

Dean was still sleeping. He was living in the bunker with his younger brother Sam. Dean was four years older then him,and when demon killed their mother,Dean practically raised him. Well,they had father,but he wasn't really there,he was a hunter,just like them.

It was dangerous job,and hunters never end up like 70 years old people with grandchildren,but it was their job. And no matter how hard it was, they would never give up. Because,it was family business,and family is all they've been left. There were hard times,
people ended up dead,but they would stay strong.

Of course, there were that emptiness in the chest every single day. Last thing Dean would feel before falling asleep,and first thing when he wake up... guilt,every life he took away,every person that died because of him.
He would think he's not worth living,Castiel shouldn't get him out of hell,he didn't deserved it.

And about Castiel,he's an Angel of the Lord,the one that raised Dean from perdition. He was Dean's best friend,only one who's still alive. Dean considered him as a family. Cas surely had his flaws, and he betrayed Dean few times, but Dean didn't care. He loved Cas just the way he is. And of course, each time Castiel was manipulated by his brothers and sisters. He was kind soul, kinda naive.

Anyway,morning December 21st. Dean was still sleeping. It was quite,maybe too much. Recently Cas lost his grace,so they were vulnerable. Suddenly alarm on Deans phone started ringing 'It was the heat of the moment'.
"Ahh,Asia" ,Dean thought, "why the hell Sammy hates 'Heat of the moment'?"
Dean turned off alarm and walked out of his room,still a little bit sleepy and dazed...

Suddenly he heared a voice. Stranger's voice. It was deep,kinda like Cas' but no. Dean would recognize if that was Cas. He slowed down,pulling his gun out. His heart was beating heavy,but he stayed calm. He had to stay calm, his job was dangerous,and his enemys were professionals. He was walking carefully, as quick and quiet as he could.

He reached the stairs,and he saw his brother and Cas downstairs,bleeding. Sam,bound to chair,and Cas lying on the floor,halfway dead.

There was a women.
She was in a business suit.
Her red hair was tied in a messy bun.
She'd look nice,if she wasn't covered in blood. It was weird,Dean was sure he heared male voice.Cas saw Dean, and in that moment,you could see the sparkle of hope in his deep blue eyes. Hope for life. Cas knew Dean will save them,but what if Dean get hurt?

"Well,well,well,isn't that famous hunter, Dean Wincheste",red-haired women said,in exact moment Dean was about to pull the trigger.
"I guess it would be me",Dean said,"and you are?"
"That's not important",she was confident,and Dean hated it,"I'm here to finish my parents' work."
"I'm sorry,but I can't let you do it,nothing personal",Dean answred back.
"You are hopeless,you don't have a choice",she continued.
"Bitch",Dean muttered.
"Ahh,you hunters are such a rude people",she commented.
"And you,what the hell you are,you're so full of pride",Dean wanted to slap her,but he saw Sam was cutting the rope,so Dean had to stall.
"Not what,who",red answered.
"So,you're Man of Letter,or it's Woman of Letter",Dean was starting conversation.
"Ugh,no",she said,"they are gross and they behave like animals!"
"Then who are you",Dean asked,and in that moment Sam jumped on her from behind.
But she predicted that. Sam was lying on the floor,unconscious.
"So,Dean,that was your plan"red-haired nightmare said,"I'm disappointed!"
"Who the hell are you",Dean was afraid,first time in a while.
"Last thing you'll see in this life",she mumbled,and stabed him. Suddenly Cas appeared,and he knocked  her down. He pulled the trigger,and bullet passed through her skull. Just one bloody dot on her head.