A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger

Chapter 5 ~ Ashtyn's POV

He was so afraid. He looked so sad and broken. Monsters aren't supposed to cry. Monsters aren't supposed survive when hunters are around. Why am I still thinking about him? It doesn't matter anymore.

"Ash, hey, what are you think about?" Uncle Dean was always good at interrupting my thoughts at the worst times. he walks over to me, letting the teasing begin.

"Come on, you can tell me. I'm your uncle, you can tell me anything. I almost completely promise not to judge you. Almost." He laughs and rubs my head before going into a different room of the bunker. I quickly fix my hair before going back to thinking about the mysterious boy. I spend the majority of the day in my room, thinking about his beautiful blue eyes that I could see from so far away. My thoughts are finally interrupted by a knock at my door.

Come in," I yell. The door opens, and I see Uncle Dean and Aunt Grace standing in the hall.

"Hey kiddo," my uncle says as he steps into my room, his sister right behind him, smiling to herself.

"So, I'm just gonna cut to the case: Your aunt is making me apologize for teasing you earlier. Apparently she overheard." I look at Aunt Grace to see her laughing. She obviously only did it to watch her brother fail.

"It's okay. I wasn't bothered. In fact, I had been thinking about a boy."

Shit, I wasn't supposed to say that.

"Wait, what?"

"Who is it?"

As soon as I say it, I am bombarded by questions.

"Look, when we were hunting yesterday, we missed one. I saw him as we were walking back to the car. I didn't want to say anything, but there was one left. It looked like he was crying over a body. Probably someone from his pack."

Well, that isn't what Uncle Dean wanted to hear.

"You what?! Why didn't you say something, we could have killed it. Damnnit Ashtyn, there is still a werewolf, most likely pissed, out there because of you.Even better, why didn't you shoot him yourself? If you want to be a hunter so bad, you don't let the monsters go, you kill them on sight. Do you realize how many people that thing can hurt if it stays alive?"

I can't help myself, and I start crying. He never yells at me. He usually just lets my father do the lecturing, so this hurts. He storms out, probably to go tell my dad. My aunt, who always stands up in my defense, just shakes her head and walks out. I can hear her voice faintly talking on the phone, most likely calling Uncle Cas to tell him to get here. I sit crying for a while before I gain the ability to stand up and leave my room.

Maybe I can explain all of this to Dad and he can go and kill the final wolf.

However, the first thing I hear when I walk into the main part of the bunker is not my family, but a knock at our door. I walk over to it, about to open it when my father walks into the room.

"Someone at the door? Is it Cas?" I'm about to open the door and find out when I hear Uncle Cas' voice nearing us.

"I can assure you, I am not behind that door." This leads to Uncle Dean and Aunt Grace walking in, making me cringe.
"Is this a party, or..." I open the door, the curiosity taking control. I open the door to reveal a tall boy, with semi-tan skin, black hair and blue eyes.

"You, how did you find us?"

"Ash," Grace asks, her voice serious. "Ashtyn, who is it." I can barely speak out of shock.

"It's him," I say, backing up from the door. "It's the werewolf from yesterday." That was all they needed to hear, and within seconds my father and his brother were dragging the creature to the basement, my aunt following behind with a dagger of pure silver. Uncle Cas simply looked at me before following the rest of my family.

Shit. This is not good, and I am already regretting not killing that beast before.