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This night Azazel came home early. He'd killed a rabbit and been attacked by a starving ravaged coyote. He wasn't really injured but there was blood from the animals all over his coat. He shuffled inside trying to leave as much snow outside as possible. He was quiet a sight to behold. His blood splattered hood covering his gray toned face the sleeve to his coat was ripped with blood stains all over. The blood contrasted quiet well against his white coat. He placed the rabbit in the sink and sat down in his wooden chair to remove his boots. He looked up threw the cream fur that lined his hood at Jude who was sitting on the couch. He looked back at his shoes with a sigh.

Jude was just sitting upon the couch, waiting there for the sun to set, since it was the only time she really ever saw Azazel anymore. She hadn't expected for him to come home so early tonight, she never expected him to come home early and to say the least. When she heard the door open, she couldn't help but to look over to see who it was. Quickly she had looked away, he face was a tad bit red. Some from it getting a tad bit cold in the cabin and a little from getting upset just a little bit ago. "Hi..." she said, softly, almost hard to hear if it was anyone whom was human. That was all she said as well, there wasn't anything she knew to say to him other than that.

Azazel looked up at her after removing his boots. "Hi." he replied leaning back in the chair. After a long pause he spoke for the first time in at least a week. "Why are you still here?" his words sounded harsh but that wasn't exactly what he meant. He meant what does she get out of staying here with him. "The monsters are out there hurting people and you're sitting here playing baby sitter for a...." he paused looking down at his gloved hands. "A memory of a man." he finished his sentence.

Jude had say silently after his 'hi', her eyes set upon the floor, hair having fallen over her face quite nicely. It wasn't until he had actually spoke that she looked up from the floor, yet did not glance his way. Why did she stay? She almost felt offended that he'd even ask something like that. Sure there were monsters about but the one thing that made her quite alright with her life... Was Azazel. Someone who was there for her for such the longest time, it almost felt rather natural to be around him.

"Because.." She trailed off a bit, "because I care about you." Jude bit down onto her lip, trying to hold back any tears that threatened the pour out of her eyes. Perhaps he'd understand, then again... Perhaps he wouldn't either.

"Care about me." he paused trying to get his words together the sound of his own voice was strange to him it was scratchy and low. "I'm not what or who I was. I'm nothing you should have to worry about." He looked down at his hands and dared to remove his gloves. He then proceeded to remove the hood that covered his ghastly face. "You can't even look at me. Hell I can't stand to look at myself. Jude..." he stood up and faced the wall half of his head was burnt with not a single hair left left in place the other half was as if nothing ever happened. However his face was another story. Almost all of his face had been burnt the flesh trying desperately to repair itself only to leave behind red pinky flesh behind.

"You don't understand," Jude began to talk once again, "it isn't that I can't look at you, of course I can look at you... It doesn't matter to me what you look like. You're barely ever around anymore for me to even get a chance to." She turned her head to look at him for a moment, though he was now facing a wall. Now she couldn't look at him even if she tried, so she just looked back down, towards her hands this time.

Jude fiddled with her fingers, failing her attempt at keeping her face dry. A few tears had leaked out from her eyes, falling down her face and splattering once the fell upon her hands. It pained her to hear him speak that way. She almost wished he hadn't said anything, like those many days he went silent.

Azazel turned back around to face her. He started to say something then stopped seeing the tear run down her hand. He couldn't see her face threw her hair but he could tell she was crying. "Make me understand. I'll..." he was about to agree to come out of his comfort zone in order to understand her. "I'll stay home tomorrow." he muttered looking down to the floor.

Jude took a deep breath, exhaling slowly even though it still came out a it shaky. "I..I don't know what I could do of say to make you understand," she let out another shaky breath, "but I don't want to to stay here tomorrow if... If its not something you want to do. It doesn't seem you want to be around me anyway."

With that said, she pulled her legs up and against her chest, arms wrapping around them tightly. Her face was then buried between her knees, hiding it further more from the damaged man.

Azazel went beside her and placed his good hand on her head. He didn't say a word but he'd hope that she understood how much he didn't want her to surrer or feel miserable. Azazel went to the bedroom and grabbed their large duffle bag and started throwing their clothes into it. He did't know what had gotten into him it was dangerous for him to leave the cabin and the snow storm was only getting worse as the minutes went by. However for some reason that didn't stop him he packed their things weapons and all. Ripping the sheets off the bed and bringing them to Jude and laying one over her shoulders. He leaned up against the arm rest beside her. He sighed and said the first words he'd said in nearly an hour. "Let's go find your family."

That hand on her head, caused her to look up through her hair, head tilting slightly up for a better look at him. She didn't quite realize what he was doing after that. All the woman could hear was a whole lot of shuffling around, the sounds of fabrics being pulled from a dresser and into a bag. Was he packing up all their things? And if he was, why was he doing so? What could possibly be going through his mind at that moment? Jude picked up her head soon after, hair falling down behind her shoulders as she looked about. Her eyes stung a bit from her tears while the cold air quickly dried what have falling down her face. Suddenly there was a sheet laying upon her shoulders and beside her on the arm rest was Azazel. "M.. my family? are you sure?" she questioned him. Though she had no objections about it really. She was tired of staying cooped up in this cabin, but she didn't want to leave Azazel on his own. It may have been strange, but she needed him.

After a awkward conversation the two of them left the cabin both with a strange sense of hope. Hope that life would change for the better for both of them. It was strange being on the road again. Almost like learning to walk after being chair bound for so long. The two of them where on a journey to find Jude's brother. Monsters are hard to find but monster hunters are even harder. To add to the difficulties Azazel wasn't the most presentable person with the burns on his face. It put a lot more pressure on Jude to not only handle most of the driving but all the checking in and checking out of all the motels they stayed at, ordering all the food then having to bring it out to the car. It was hard on both of them but that strange hope never faded.

They finally caught a whiff of her brother a faint one but it was more than they had been going off of. By this time they'd been traveling for weeks the hint was a pleasant surprise.

It had honestly felt like too long to this point before there was any trail of her brother at all, but once that slight whiff came along she was more than glad at this point that it happened. She always hated how hard it was to find another hunter, especially one that was her own family after all. Yet here the two of them were, chasing that little chance that the trail they were on was the one they needed to be on. The one that would take the two to her older brother without any delay or chance of failure. It was night before the two finally made it where it was said he was.

Oddly it seemed to be the thing with hunters and staying in shitty motels, then again no one was paid to do this job. Instead there were many credit cards in various names or cash made in odd jobs here and there. "This is it," she said softly, "I hope this isn't for nothing."

As they aproched the door to the motel room where her brother was expected to be Azazel's sences told him to leave. It was as if there was something blocking the door way. Something on the other side saying 'do not enter'. Azazel forced the feeling from his core and pressed on standing behind Jude as she knocked on the door. It felt like an eternaty before any sign of movement came from inside. Azazel looked behind him feeling as though they were being watched. Something was seriously off about this motel.