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It’s been days since the first time he’d laid his eyes on the young male. Sam Wesson. That was his name. Sound so sweet rolled off his tongue. Sam was a good-looking man. Shaggy brown hair and big hazel eyes with his cute baby-face. Who could resist that? Definitely not him. And did he mention Sam has a beautiful smile? His smile, the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. And these dimples decorated Sam’s smile light up his heart.
He was 23 years old. Was a college student at Stanford. Had a girlfriend named Jessica Moore. Was incredibly smart. He couldn’t find anything about the man’s family. Weird.
It was freaking midnight now and Sam was still there, in the same position for the last two hours, buried his face in the books. “Study for exams,” he told Jess. He had a dream to become a lawyer and nothing would stop him, even the party his girlfriend encouraged him to come to. What a nerd! Maybe that was the reason why he chose him.
He stood there, outside Sam’s apartment until the younger man decided it was enough studying and time to sleep. He arrived at his home sometime later. Well, not a home, just a crappy cheap motel room. You couldn’t have a home if you live a life like his.
He picked up the newspaper on the nightstand. A huge headline printed on the paper.
The Night Hunter has retired?
He smirked. No, not retired, just an endless vacation. And the Night Hunter, he had a name. Dean Winchester. Sound just as cool as he was. And he was the man holding that newspaper. But what was the difference between those two? The Night Hunter was a serial killer who used to be the nightmare of young men and women. He sought preys at night and took their lives away. Sometimes, in his lustful days, he raped them. The Night Hunter was a sick monster who took pleasure in people’s pain. He enjoyed watching his preys’ fearful eyes as their life faded away.
And Dean Winchester? He was just a normal guy with some dark experiences. He got tired of killing and painting the black night red. He wants a companion, and luckily, Sam was perfect for that position. No more killing, he just needed someone now.
Now looked at the headline, he couldn’t help but smirk. The man tossed the paper in the nearby trash can. He couldn’t wait any longer. Tomorrow would be the day he welcomes his new companion. With that thought, he laid on the bed and let the unconsciousness took over.