"What about other hunters?" Dean asked. John shook his head.

"Don't trust them. Don't like 'em." He said.

"What about Uncle Bobby?" Dean asked looking up to his father. John smiled and shook his head.

"Bobby is an exception. But I don't want you or Sam going to Hunter gatherings alright? It's dangerous and I can't have you boys know to widely in the community alright?" Dean was still confused.

"But their doing the same things we are. Why can't we ask for help sometimes? Or them come to you? Your the best right?" John looked down at his eldest son with a small smile.

"Others can't be trusted Dean. You never know what they will do. They could use you or could be trying to make money off of the life. You gotta know which ones the good ones are alright?" Dean hesitated before he asked about that.

"How will I know though?" Dean asked.

"In your gut. In Sam's gut. You boys will get a feeling. Something isn't right or the other hunter's motives don't line up. Bobby will tell you who you can trust for a long time. But your gonna have to learn your own ways alright? Someday you and Sam are gonna have your own connections built up with experience and trust. But whatever happens trust each other alright?" Dean nodded.

It still didn't make any sense to him after all if you can take out the monsters why should it matter who with? But he trusted his father so he nodded.

"You hear John Winchester passed away?" Daniels said taking a sip of his beer.

"No way. The guy didnt know when to quite." Jimmy replied shaking his head.

"Oh ya! Few weeks now actually." Daniels said defensively.

"That's a crying shame then. The world needs good hunters like him, and to lose one of the good ones makes ya think don't it?" Daniels nodded and they were silent for a bit.

"Who's gonna fill his shoes?" Jimmy asked after a bit. "I know 20 other hunters who would be gunnin' for that equipment, and none of them are worth their salt rounds."

"Heard he has two sons. Sal and Derk...or something like that." Daniels replied and Jimmy snorted.

"What they can't pick up a phone? Let us know that ol' Johnny Boy is gone?" He asked.

"Guess not." Daniels replied. "Anyway we got a job to do, that werewolf ain't gonna kill itself right?"

Jimmy shook his head laughing, "It would be easier if they did."

"Then we'd be out of a job." Daniels replied.

"Hey." Jimmy and Daniels looked over to a new comer sitting at the bar. Short blond hair. A smile that made the bar keep weak in her knees. And a cocky attitude that made the seasoned hunters a bit weary.

"What can I get ya?" She asked leaning over the counter a bit. Clearly shwoing her boods to the man with a 1000 watt smile. He looked down gave a face that clearly said he would like nothing more then to get to have fun with them but then looked back at her face with a regretful twidge.

"Just wondering who lives out by the forest entrance." Dean said. She smiled and shook her head pulling back.

"Why? Looking to buy? Place has been for sale for almost 4 years now. I say tear the place down and buy the land, but something more useful their." She said shaking her head as she placed a beer on the bar. He winked his thanks and took a swig.

"Nah...just interested in why it was abandoned in the first place. Good plot of land, solid house by the specs." He replied. Jimmy looked to Daniels with a frown. The house was the one that their wolf was squating in.

"Apparently there's a monster that lives in those parts. People think that it's some wild dog or something' but a dog that only goes for the hearts? I don't buy it for a second." The man nodded.

"That's right y'all had that string of murders for the past few years haven't ya?" She nodded.

"May be a good time to buy to be honest. People are scared shitless and just wanna leave this place. Don't blame 'em really. But it sucks for business." The guy nodded in agreement as he looked around to the almost empty bar.

Except for the old hunters next to him and a few proteins around the pool table and shooting darts, wasn't that busy of a time, even for a thursday.

"Well I can tell ya now if I buy that house, gonna be seeing me a lot more." He winked and she giggled.

"Looking' forward to it." He finished his beer and put down a few bills before walking out of the bar.

Daniels and Jimmy frowned at each other. Before getting up and going out to follow the guy. They needed to stop this guy from buying the house. They needed to ride of the wolf problem first.

"So?" It wasn't the first guy talking. It was a much taller guy with a mop of hair on his head as he sat at a table going over a few books and taking notes.

Daniels and Jimmy stood a bit away far enough not to look suspicious but close enough to hear what the two where saying.

"Definitely something' up. And for a thursday in a town like this place was dead. Found anything interesting?" The blonde asked sitting down and facing away from the new guy, before tilting his head back and looking at his bigger companion.

"Seems pretty straightforward to me." The blonde grunted and rolled over to face the other who shut his book. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Ain't nothin' to talk about, Sammy." He said and got up. "Sammy" rolled his eyes but scrambled to packed his back and followed after the other.

Jimmy and Daniels traded a look. "We gotta get there, before they do. Cant have two youngins like that get taken out by a werewolf just because they were looking for somewhere to bring the girls."

"We will go by tonight." Jimmy agreed.

That night right after 10 Jimmy and Daniels rolled up to the house only to see a sleek black vintage car hidden a few hundred yards from the house. The youngins they saw that afternoon where shutting the trunk and talking quietly before making their way up to the house.

Jimmy shut the lights as he shut the car off. "Should we go in after them?"

"Nah. But let's get closer. They're probably just looking around." But Jimmy saw he was nervous. Neither liked seeing the younger generations getting messed up with this stuff.

They got a bit closer, ready to move in if they heard anything that might signal the guys where in trouble.

The blonde knocked on the door as the bigger stood next to it as a lookout. They traded a look and the blonde turned and back kicked the door easily dislodging it from the door frame.

The bigger hissed. "Really!? Want the whole world to know where we are?!"

"Shut up." The shorter hissed back. That's when they pulled the guns. Jimmy and Daniels had to stop dead in their tracks.

"Guns!?" Jimmy hissed angrily.

"I doubt their hunters. We are already here." Just as he spoke the shorter was thrown out of the door.

"Oh you son of a bitch!" He yelled as a werewolf stood snarling in the doorway. The blonde scrambled for his gun as the wolf jumped him. Daniels was ready to move in when two shots rang out and blood sprites from the wolf's back.

The blonde grunted as he rolled it off himself and stood up. He groaned at the state of his shirt. "I just did laundry!" He yelled and on principale popped the wolf in the skull once more before heading back into the house as two more shoots sounded.

A few minutes later the old Hunters watched the two drag several body's out of the house.

"We just did laundry Dean!" Sammy said as they tossed the last one on the pill and started in with gathering wood. They were going to burn the bodies. That was smart, and Jimmy had only seen a few hunters do that. Most cleaned up with just burying the bodies.

"I know!" Dean shouted back angrily. "This was my favorite shirt."

"Why would you where your favorite shirt to a hunt? And a werewolf one at that!" Sam said as he got started on digging a large hole.

"Screw you that's what." Dean hissed back. "Do you need me to look at that?"

Sam touched the clawing on his arm and shrugged. "Had worse. When your done gathering wood."

Dean nodded and set down the finale pile of wood to run back to the car. The hunters watched as he pulled out a very sturdy looking bag and ran back.

"Didn't but ya did they?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head.

"Was careful. Just a scratch. Got my knife in him before anything could come of it." Dean nodded.

"Good. Didn't want to add ya to the pile." He said it with humor but even from where Jimmy and Daniels where they could see the pain in his eyes.

Sam looked at Dean with worry. "You need to talk about this. Dad's death-"

"You ask me about it one more time and you better find another ride cause I will leave your ass here." Dean said as he finished up the bandage. Sam hung his head. "Start moving bodies. I'm going to finish the hole."

"But-" Dean sent Sam a glare and he shut his mouth. "We should at least tell someone."

"Bobby knows. He will spread the word." Dean said and started to work on the hole.

Jimmy and Danailes went back to the car and where silent for a moment.

"We should call Bobby." Jimmy said quietly.

Daniels dialled up the other hunter and waited. It was late so they expected a few rings before the older man picked up.

"Singers Auto and Salvage, what can I do for ya?"

"Hey Bobby, it's Jimmy Andrews and Daniels Root." There was a grunt on the other end.

"Alright, what's going on?" Bobby asked.

"We were running a werewolf hunt down here in Tiny, South Carolina when we ran into two other hunters." Jimmy said.

"Ya?" Bobby asked. "Didn't know yall played nicely with others."

"We did not work with 'em." Daniels defended. "They got our guys before we could. You know anything about that?"

"Didn't know anyone else was down their. Catch any names?" Bobby asked.

"Sam and Dean, no last name. But they mentioned you and their dead father." Jimmy answered. There was inaudible sign on the other end.

"Winchester. Sam and Dean Winchester. Didn't know they were in that area. Wont have sent this out if I had known." Bobby replied.

"Winchester? Like John Winchester?" Daniels asked.

"The one in the same." Bobby agreed.

"Thought his kids where nothing more then a tale hunters told so they had something to look forward to." Jimmy replied.

"Doubt they are as good as their old man." Daniels said snorting.

"Better." Bobby said haphazardly.

"What?" Jimmy asked confused.

"Those boys gonna be the best Hunters, better than their old man. Probably going to go down as the best hunters in the world if ya ask me." Bobby replied.

"No way someone like John raised kids. And no way they grew up to be the same straight hunters we saw tonight." Jimmy nodded in agreement but Bobby just chuckled.

"Their young. And they have been in this life longer than the mass majority of us. But Dean has been hunting since he was 10 and Sam since he was 12. Been in this life for a long time. It's all Sam's known, and its all Dean remembers." Bobby said.

"Really no-" A loud slam on the roof of the car made both hunters go for their guns only to see Dean leaning on the car a cocky grin on his face and an arm on the roof. Sam a few feet away his arm bandaged and favored close to his chest. Dean motioned for him to roll down the window and Daniels did so.

"Jimmy? Daniels?" Bobby asked. "Heard a loud noise you alright?"

"Heya boys. What ya doing back here?" Dean asked eyeing the phone before looking at the two hunters.

"Dean is that you boy?" Bobby asked.

"How ya doin' Bobby?" Dean asked the name caught Sam's attention making him take a step forward to catch more information.

"Well would have been better if I had known you boys where gonna be in the same state I sent Jimmy and Daniels to." Dean frowned and looked at the older hunters.

"Sorry, we picked up the hunt coming up from something down in Georgia. Some hodo shit down their." Sam shifted his weight looking uncomfortable and with a single movement from Dean he took a step backwards to the car.

"That was you?" Jimmy asked. "Heard there was something down there."

Dean shrugged. "Just some kids playing with the wrong book. Sounded worse than it really was."

"Thought you were coming straight here." Bobby said.

"Aw Bobby you worried a werewolf would stop little ol' us?" Dean asked with sarcastic worry in his voice. Bobby grunted.

"Hardly. Gotta spend some hunters to different hunts, can't have you boys taking out all the big bads and leaving no fun for the rest of us." Dean snorted.

"There's plenty to go round. Can't be everywhere at once right?" Jimmy and Daniels nodded, both a bit nervous. If these two were raised by the John Winchester and where this close to Bobby and where able to take out quite a few werewolves with nothing more than a few scratches they were not someone that Jimmy and Daniels wanted to anger.

"Well you boys get your ass up here. Your Daddy taught ya better than to go against your elders." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dean." Sam said from behind him. Dean looked to Sam for a moment before tapped on the roof of the car.

"Stay safe out their boys. Sorry for wrecking your hunt again. And call ya later Bobby to give ya an ETA." Dean said.

"You do that. And say hi to that brother of yours." Dean nodded.

"Will do." And he walked away. They watched them pack up the car and drive out. Sam already with a map and a phone in hand.

"Holy shit." Jimmy muttered releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Dean's pretty intense. Just don't mess with Sam and you should be fine." Bobby said off handedly.

"How have we never heard of them?" Daniels asked still confused on how this had happened.

"John kept them out of hunter gatherings. So they don't have a whole lot of outside no how." Bobby replied. "But I have to go. Those boys gonna call soon, can't be tying up the lines with this kinda stuff."

"Thanks Bobby. And thanks for the information." Jimmy said.

"Course. And so I don't get a call every time those boys roll in to a town, please pass on the information." With that they hung up and went about their day.