See You Again

One

I put my guns into the back of my turquoise truck, covering them with a tarp. I hop in the front, and crank up the radio. I pull out of the motel parking lot and trail the werewolf I've been hunting for the past week. I'm Rachel, by the way. I made the descicion to become a hunter when I was twelve, and I was attacked by a demon. A man named John had saved me, torching the thing when I was home alone, an innocent child reading before bed, and the event had driven me to help more people who were caught in the same situation. That was eight years ago though, and today happens to be my 20th birthday. The man who is disguising his true form as the wolf walks brusquely a few meters ahead on the sidewalk. He gets into a car and I idle behind him. He pulls out and starts driving. 

After following him to a pub a few miles from the motel, I grab my bag and a pistol, slipping it into the back of my jeans and covering it with the end of my plaid shirt. I enter the pub, and order something to drink, keeping an eye on the werewolf. A few moments later two guys walk in. One has closer cropped hair but not quite military, wearing a heavy jacket and jeans. the other had longer, wavy hair with green eyes and darker skin, taller than his partner and wearing a khaki jacket. I look back into my drink and try to ignore them. Something about their presence bugs me, and I try to push away the thought of how much they look like John, the hunter who saved me. they order a drink and find a seat closer to the wolf. I notice a silver gun handle in the waistband of the taller man's jeans. My heart speeds up. What if they're hunters? Do they know I'm one? Are they hunting the wolf? Maybe it was a trick of the light shining off his buckle. I shake my head and as I look at the men again, the taller one makes eye contact with me. I try to tell him with my eyes, the wolf is mine. He just cocks an eyebrow and takes a sip. He starts a conversation with his friend and I pay more attention to the wolf. He doesn't do anything, just chats with the female bartender who put on way too much eyeliner. How did she not gauge her eye out? The wolf gets up to leave with the bar woman, and they leave. I wait no more than twenty seconds and leave money for the drink. I leave, winking at the hunter with the green eyes. 

I find the wolf outside, grossly making out with the bartender up against the wall. I almost choke and pull out my gun, slowly walking towards him. 

"Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow him for a moment?" I say, shocking the bartender and breaking them apart. The wolf backs up, a look of lust obvious in his eyes. 

"Joining us, are we?" he asks, smirking. 

"Ew," i reply, "Definitely not. But do you know what will? This silver bullet." 

"Put the gun down, pyscho!" the bartender shrieked. The door burst open and the two hunters from inside had their guns out and pointed them at me, then at the wolf when realizing I was on their side. 

"Get her out of here," the short one said. 

"Don't boss me around, hunter. this wolf is mine," I argued, my finger on the trigger. 

"Sam, just do it please," he sighed, and the taller one pulled the bartender away, telling her to go inside. She did as she was told. 

"Go to hell," I spat, pulling the trigger and watching as the bullet hit the target. Satisfaction fills me and I turn to the two men. 

"Who are you?" they ask. I shrug. 

"Hunter. Like you." they rolled their eyes. I tap my chin, "Oh... I'm Rachel. You?"

"Sam, and this is my brother Dean," Sam introduced them, "Winchester." I grinned, and nodded. 

"I've heard of you two. I wasn't sure if it were you in the pub back there, but my theory proved right. Pleasure to meet you," I held my hand out to shake. i was bluffing, but I didn't know why. I had no idea who they were. 

"Well, I'm going to wait in the Impala. Sam, meet you there?" Sam snapped back to his brother, and nodded, pushing back his hair. 

"Nice to meet you, Rachel. I didn't catch your last name." Before I turned to walk back to my car, i replied. "Smith. Rachel Smith."