Dallon was quiet as Brendon drove to his hotel. Who could blame him? Cutting the head half off a thing that looks like your girlfriend probably isn't going to make anyone too chatty.

Brendon wasn't sure what to say to him. Shit. Why didn't he get done with the body soon enough to stop Dallon from calling the police? He could have explained just enough to get Dallon and himself out and going in their separate directions. Now he had a guy who was probably seriously freaking out in his passenger seat.

Brendon pulled into the hotel's parking lot, still unsure how to proceed with the situation. He pulled up in front of his hotel room and shut off the car's engine.

"So..."

"What was that thing?" The words poured out of Dallon's mouth like he had barely been able to contain them for as long as he did.

Brendon scratched the back of his neck. "That was a ghoul. A supernatural creature.. "

Dallon stared blankly at him.

"Look." Brendon gestured towards his hotel room, "It has a computer I can bring up a webpage-"

"Are you going to kill me too?"

Brendon was surprised by the question. "What? No, I don't kill people, I kill monsters."

"Monsters." Dallon repeated slowly, "Monsters with an S."

Brendon sighed. He was usually gone from a case by now... Or at least getting some kind of payment from a thankful client. "Just come inside? We can talk more there."

Dallon was hesitant. Brendon could see the distrust in his eyes. He could see the confusion and fear. Dallon's eyes were very expressive of unspoken emotions.

Without a word, Dallon pushed his car door open. Brendon followed suit. He quickly popped out and hurried to his room's door. He unlocked it, letting Dallon in before stepping inside himself.

"What the fuck is actually happening?" Dallon asked as soon as the door was closed, "That thing had... Had parts of her..."

"Ghoul." Brendon said as he walked over to the bed. He crouched beside it and reached underneath. "They usually hang out near cemeteries to eat the dead, but sometimes they like things a bit... Fresher." Dallon flinched at Brendon's last word.

Brendon found what he was searching for under the bed and pulled it out. It was a duffle bag he always kept in his room during hunts. He unzipped it and dug underneath the top layer of content.

"Here." Brendon pulled out a journal and tossed it onto the bed.

"What's that?" Dallon walked over to the bed with question.

Brendon zipped the bag and pushed it back under his bed. "Notes." He replied before jumping onto the bed, "Cases. Need to know information." He gestured for Dallon to come closer.

Dallon looked hesitant. "About... Ghouls?"

Brendon nodded. "That's one of the things."

Dallon sat on the edge of the bed while Brendon flipped through his notes. Some pages had drawings on them accompanied by words. Other pages had Winchester footnotes. Brendon already wished they had been there to help him deal with explaining things to Dallon in a way to help him move on.

"Ghouls." He finally found the right section and handed the book to Dallon. "This is pretty much all I can tell you about them."

Dallon looked down at the book in his hands. His eyes skimmed the pages, going back and forth while occasionally pausing on a single word or doodle. The room was silent as he went over the information.

Brendon brought out his phone while Dallon read. There was a new message already waiting from Sam. What timing. Instead of immediately opening it, Brendon opened up his web browser. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. Now that the app was open, he wasn't sure what he wanted to search. Dallon had his journal of the supernatural, so searching that would be pointless.

He exited the app and dropped his phone to the bed. He wasn't sure what to do. He felt awkward. He had never just passed over his hunter journal to a non-hunter before. He had shown pages, but never let someone outside of the business sit down and read it. It was a relief when Dallon finally spoke up.

"Why did you mention silver?"

"What?" Brendon looked at him with confusion.

Dallon was still looking down at the journal. "You mentioned silver before..." He shut his eyes, "This doesn't mention silver under... Under take down methods..."

"Oh..." Brendon nodded. When he had cut it as it ran past. "Call it heat of the moment. Most of the supernatural doesn't like silver, but ghouls can tolerate it."

"Most of the supernatural." Dallon repeated. He never looked up from the journal. One of his hands rested under one of the pages and Brendon could see it shaking.

"Maybe you should take a minute to calm down." Brendon turned from side to side before finding the tv remote. "Here, maybe there's something kind numbing on TV." He offered as he leaned across the bed to grab the remote.

"How am I supposed to stop thinking about this?" Dallon questioned as Brendon turned the TV on.

"-uneral home is engulfed in flames. Firefighters are on scene now trying to contain the blaze."

Both men on the bed froze. The news was showing footage of the building they had just left. That was a quick response.

"You lit the place on fire!?" Dallon yelled, turning to glare at Brendon.

"Maybe?"

"What are you, a killer and a fucking aresonist!?"

Brendon jumped up from the bed. "Hey, I saved your fucking life! I was trying to delay anything coming back to bite since you called the cops."

Dallon stood up too. "Yea, you saved me, but you didn't save her!" He yelled, "I..." His voice wavered, "I didn't save her." Dallon looked down, away from Brendon's gaze.

Brendon bit his lip. The wound was incredibly fresh for Dallon. "You couldn't have known." He finally said, "These things can act just like the person when they're alive."

Dallon shook his head. "But I did know... Something was off but I..." He brought his hand up and swiped at his eye.

"Dallon..." Brendon didn't know what to say. Usually he was gone before the grief really set in, but how could he just leave Dallon like this?

"Police are looking for a Breezy Douglas. Miss Douglas was the funeral home's caretaker."

Both Brendon and Dallon froze. Breezy's names was already being broadcasted on the news. They were already looking.

"Shit." Brendon turned to the TV. It was going to commercial, but it hadn't looked like any pictures other than the funeral home had been shown. "We need to go."

"Go where?" Dallon asked as Brendon ducked to grab his duffle bag from under the bed. "We just got here."

"If they're mentioning her on the news, they're going to be looking for you for questions." Brendon said, "If they find her or the ghoul in the rubble, you're the first to go down." He grabbed his journal and tucked it into the bag. "We need to move."

Brendon did a quick sweep of the room, making sure he grabbed everything. Dallon was still in the same position, standing like a deer in headlights.

"Where the hell are we going to go?" He asked again.

"Out of here." Brendon replied. he had everything he needed.

Dallon shook his head. "Why are you helping me? I don't even know you."

Brendon stopped. Why was he helping Dallon? This was just a living casualty in another case. Maybe it was just seeing him go through the beginning stages of grief, which was unique to any case he had worked before. Maybe it was the fact that he had helped take out the ghoul, despite who it looked like to him.

Brendon looked at Dallon. He didn't have a good answer. "I don't know but, if you can trust me, I think you should come with me. Where? Somewhere out of this jurisdiction for starters."

Dallon looked like he was thinking. Brendon couldn't help himself from hoping Dallon would accept his offer.

"If I stayed, would they think I killed her?" Dallon asked quietly, though his tone spoke in a way that knew the answer.

"Significant others are usually the first they suspect." Brendon nodded.

Dallon hesitated, but reached into the duffle bag and grabbed the journal. He pulled it out and looked down at it. "There are more monsters out there. Like what killed her?"

"Like that and more." Brendon nodded, "If you do come with me, you might have to deal with them."

Dallon stared down at the journal in his hands. His breathing seemed to stop for an instant before he finally looked back up at Brendon. "Okay. I'll go."

"You sure?" Brendon asked as Dallon passed him the journal.

Dallon just shrugged. "What have I got to lose?"