Hunting monsters was a joy. Getting the world rid of evil was what Winchesters had done the best. Taking the creatures down one by one could be a piece of cake, especially for Dean. But not when the brothers were fighting all of them in one. 

"Dean, what am I even supposed to get ready?" Sam asked putting two bags worth of ammunition on a table in the bunker. 

"Everything! We have to bring all we can carry. We need to be ready as much as possible. If things go south... One of these has to do the magic." 

Dean was hiding weapons all over the place, doing everything in his power, so neither of the brothers would stay unarmed under any circumstances. The bunker was warded, the weapons charged, but there still was uneasiness in Dean's voice and Sam sensed it.

"You've heard the other hunters, you've seen the news," he said. "Do we even have a shot?" 

"So? Are we supposed to let her? She can't do that, Sam. She can't let everybody know what we do! She just can't!" 

"Would it really be that bad, though?" Maybe they didn't have to clear out, maybe they just had to let the situation run its course and it would take care of itself. 

"Are you kidding me? Do you really want every kid to have the same childhood we had?" 

"I'm just saying... if Jess knew, if I told her, she could still be..." 

"Stop fooling yourself, Sam. She didn't have a fighting chance. Mom knew, she was one of the best hunters and she still couldn't prevent what happened to her."

"But not every monster is a yellow eyed demon. People could use traps, protection sigils..." Sam tried to show his brother that the exposure of the supernatural world might not actually be a bad thing. But Dean knew better.

"Are you listening to yourself? You're the brains, you know the statistics. How many people actually encounter a supernatural being?"

Sam only lowered his head. The numbers were not working in his favor.

"See?" Dean nagged. "Let the rest of the world sound asleep."

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Collette was traveling packed light. A change of clothes and a roll of money was all she essentially needed. The road was taking care of her. It never let her down all those times she moved back and forth while on hunting trips. 

There were always some good people providing her with a place to stay over night or filling her stomach with a home-made meal. She held those people dear in her heart. And if anything, her only intention was to honor them.

Collette was sorry they were not going to be around to see the new world she dreamed up.Taking lives of innocent people set her teeth on edge, but they stood in the way of her revolution. After the casualties, everybody would be safe as much as they could possibly be.At least, for as long until someone like her came running to help.

Her journey was longer than the road of Jack Kerouac, but she called it her lucky streak. And in a twisted way, she was not wrong. Nobody was able to stop her and the havoc she left in her wake was undeniable. Every news was covering the apocalyptic scenario. The deaths weighing her conscience were no rookie numbers, they would leave no mass murderer in shame. Natural disasters held those figures of fatalities.

The best part was that the police could not catch a culprit who was someone else from town to town. Someone, who was a vampire in Los Angeles, a wraith in Austin and daeva in New York.

But the tour was nearing its end. The last thing that was left to reveal awaited in Lebanon,Kansas. The knowledge hoarded by Men of Letters could be helpful to all the humanity, not just a bunch of chosen ones.

Their bunker was her beacon, the last fort she had to conquer.

She expected at least some resistance, but it was almost grotesque how easily all the monsters inside her could cross the threshold. After all, the witchcraft that brought her the supernatural abilities didn't make her any less human.

She knew the floor plan by heart, but the space was mesmerizing. The azure glow the stained glass transmitted led her way to the darkness of the library. She reached for the light switch only to meet a barrel of a gun.

"Welcome back, sweetheart!" Dean greeted her with his finger on a trigger.

"Missed me?" She grinned.

"Oh, I won't this time, don't you worry."

"Promises, promises..."

"I always keep mine, you should know that."

"You can't kill me, Dean. You don't have the fire power."

"Well, then... Say hi to my colt." Dean's hand was firm, he had her at the gunpoint, self assured to the point of vanity.

The realization hit her face. "Your... the colt? How did you... it's been..."

"I've got friends in high places," Dean shrugged.

"You can't hit me if you can't find me." Up from the fingertips, her body started dissolving,but before she could evaporate for good, Sam surfaced behind her and drove a bullet past the blade of her shoulder. Dean played a great decoy. She looked down at her hands, they were visible again, the process reversed. The Winchesters pinned her down.

"You hexed me?"

"One particular witch wasn't exactly happy she isn't the most powerful one in the world,anymore."

"Rowena!" She spat the name through her teeth. "I thought you were shoot first ask questions later kind of guy, Dean, but I guess you still can't forget about me.""Just giving you a chance of a lifetime. Back up, drop the act and we can all live happily ever after. Nobody has to die."

"We've lost too much. There are still more and more monsters, the situation is getting out of hand... We can't save everybody."

"We're doing what we can, Collette," Sam tried to appeal to her humanity. "You can't just kill innocent people..."

"I'm not going to stop. They need to know."

"Over my dead body!" Dean lost his patience.

"As you wish!" Collette hunched and her body began to metamorphose. There was no way to foresee which creature were the brothers meeting head on next. But sooner than the dust could scatter, Dean pulled the trigger.

The hybrid body of Collette turned back to human and hit the ground.

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Collette's hair laid splayed on the floor, its color matched the blood leaving the hole in her head. She used to be one of the best hunters, always wanted the monsters to know she was coming, that she was onto them. Her hair was the writing on the wall for them to leave or the last thing they ever saw. Too bad, the freaks were not that smart, and even though she had proven all of them wrong, they always believed they could take her on. Just like she thought about Winchesters.

The brothers treated her lifeless body with respect, lifted her corpse off the ground, and burned it in the ceremony every hunter deserves.