Let me tell you this; hunting isn't all glory. It's filled with death, and pain, and misery. As a Hunter myself, I'll advise you that revenge isn't worth it. Because of revenge, I got my whole family captured. I let my anger and pride get in the way of rational thought. In an unlikely turn of events, I struck a deal with Sam and Dean Winchester. Together, we plan to kill Abbadon and get my family back, with angels, demons, monsters and hunters alike, all out to kill us. But even if we stop Abbadon, and I get my family back, how much longer will I be able to live with what's lurking inside me? How long will it take for me to become the thing I hate most? This is the story about how a monster-hunter became the monster.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.