My chest was heavy, and sweat dripped off my forehead. I look behind me and see the monster gaining. My feet dig into the wet muddy forest floor. Snapping my head forward I try to pick up my pace. I fail. It was now our never. I stop in my tracks almost stumbling. As I find my footing the monster is about to pounce. It leaps toward me with a deep growl. I jumped out of the way falling to the ground. My knees and hands covered in muddy pine needles. I needed to react quickly. I grab the machete I dropped on the ground spring onto the monster chopping its head off once and for all. As my body starts to relax I feel the warm sticky ooze of my blood dripping down my arm.
"I must have cut it on the blade when I fell to the ground. God, it hurts."
I grab my arm putting pressure on the wound. I suck in the cold forest air and let it out with a deep huff. I begin to trace back my steps and find the gun I had dropped in my run from the monster. I stuffed it back in its holster, still gripping my arm. I rip the fabric from my black t-shirt and wrap it around my wound. I wince from the pain as I tighten it to stop the bleeding. I turn down the path from where I came and head back to the parking lot.
As I round the corner I can see my motorcycle safely where I had left it. Its black and chrome body shimmering in whatever sun was leftover from the day.
I hop on start her up and ride off toward town. By the time I made it into town it was dark out and began to lightly drizzle. I made my way back to the motel I was staying at. As I pull in I notice a 1967, black, Chevy Impala.
"What a beautiful car."
I decided to park next to it casually inspecting the car. Deciding I approve of the car I pat my bike before getting off. As I began fumbling around for my room key the door to the room next to mine opened. Two men walk out. One was tall with long hair brown hair, he was cute and had broad shoulders. He seemed to be frowning at the other man. The other man was tall but not as tall as the other and seemed to be angry, he had sandy hair and looked muscular and chiseled. The tall one flashed a smile in my direction. Realizing I was staring a bit too hard a flush of red ran to my cheeks. I nod my head in return, turning away to distract myself. Through my peripheral vision, I watch as they enter the impala. Being the great listener I am I overhear them talking about a vamp test. In fact the one I just dismembered.
"Interesting"
Before they pull off I knock on the passenger window. As the tall one rolls it down I begin to speak.
"Hey, I know this is weird and sorry to bother but I couldn't help but overhear you are looking for a vamp nest."
"Umm...yea...your a hunter?" He asked surprised and confused
"I am and I hate to tell you but there is no vamp nest...not anymore anyways." I say with a sly smile.
"How? we just got to town? There were sightings just last night." He questioned.
Even the other man had a brow raised in suspicion.
"I umm handled it not to long ago, took the whole nest out." I say with pride.
"Ahh... Alone? How did you manage that?" - the tall one asked.
"I'm just very talented," I said with a smirk. "Why don't you boys meet me at Danny's Bar and I'll buy us a couple of beers," I suggest.
The tall man looks over at the driver who has yet to look up or say anything, but he nods in agreement.
"We can just ride together, Hop on in." the tall one says.
I take a moments, my mind tells me I shouldn't get in the car with strangers especially killers but what do I do? I climb into the back seat of the Impala. The driver starts her up and we head off to the bar. Leaning back in the seat my hands spread across the cold tan leather. It's been awhile since I have been it a car. Hell it's been a while since I talked to people let alone hang out with people. I look out the window at the rain drops forming getting lost in my thoughts. No one speaks a word until we park and step out of the car. I didn't even realize we arrived till the tall one said we are here. As we step out of the car and head to the bar door the tall one begins to speak again.
"So... um... I am sam Winchester and this is my brother dean." he points over to the man who was driving the car.
Winchester I replayed in my mind the name sounded familiar. I gazed over at Dean who still didn't look up from the ground he seemed really upset. It made me feel a bit awkward and anxious.
"It nice to meet you, Sam and dean, I am y/n."
Walking into the bar I am hit with the smell of stale beer and smoke. The bar was cloudy and dark and nearly empty. We head towards a booth in the back. Just as soon as we take our seats a waitress with blonde hair and a small frame came to take our order. She looks between the boys and myself. Her eyes landing on Dean. A smirk forms on her face.
We order 3 beers, the blonde waitress brings them too us. Her eyes lingering again on Dean. Dean still has yet to even look up from the ground. I doubt he even noticed the waitress eyeing him up. It's like his eyes are glued to it. Frustrated she wasn't getting the attention she wanted the waitress lifted her chin up and walked off with a hmmf and the sway of her hips.
That's when Sam spoke.
"You will have to excuse my brother, we had a bit of a disagreement earlier," Sam says with a half smile. Dean grunts and rolls his eyes at his brother's words.
"It's all good, I understand sibling quarrels," I replied with the same smile.
"So y/n you're a hunter?" sam asks while taking a sip of his beer. Trying to change the subject.
I nodded in reply while sipping mine. Dean still has yet to speak. He was drinking his beer fast downed half of it right when the waitress handed it over.
"Yea... for as long as I can remember. I grew up in it." I explained.
"Really? surprised we have never seen you around," Sam said with confusion. "We have been hunter for as long as I could talk really." He takes a sip of his beer.
"I suppose not... I always work alone, I am faster that way, and my dad kept me away from other hunters."
"huh," sam replied. "So who is your dad?" he asks taking another sip of his beer. His brows raised in curiosity.
"Um... Singer, bobby was his name." I replied quickly.
Sam's eyes widened and Dean Snapped his head up from the ground.
Its the first time I can clearly see deans whole face. His eyes are a deep green that seems to be piercing my body. His face was sculpted to perfection, his jawline could cut me if I got too close. He had sandy brown/blonde hair that was cut short. He also had a bit of scruff on his face. His gaze was strong and fierce but there was something behind it I could not put my finger on. Something behind his eyes...pain. He had broad shoulders that were attached to a sculpted master piece of a body. I was honestly in awe and I could felt a small flash of pink kiss my cheeks. I was quickly snapped out of my trance when I heard his voice.
"What was his name?" Dean said with determination.
His voice was deep, raspy and slightly filled with anger and distrust, which caught me off guard. It sent shivers down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
"Bobby Singer," I said with confusion on my face.
At that moment I figured out why the name Winchester was so familiar to me, Bobby had said the name all the time, and he practically adopted the two men sitting in front of me. The three of us sat there in awe.
"So.. let me get this straight, you are bobby's daughter?" dean managed to get out.
I nodded yet in reply. But then followed up with.
"Not exactly tho..."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused again.
"Bobby was like my adopted father...I haven't talk to my real father in years." I say some truth to my lie.
"How come he has never told us about you then," dean asks.
I could tell by his look he didn't trust what I was saying. He was gonna be hard to crack. I shrug my shoulders, I knew the answer but I didn't know if I could trust them with it.
The rest of the night dean become slightly more talkative mostly grunts. We all shared stories of bobby and hunts. The boys seem to be good and I was starting to think I could trust them. As the night was coming to an end we decided to head back to the motel. Dean drove us back to the motel.
Again in the back Seat a little more relaxed than before. I stare out the window again and count the cars that pass by. My attention was shifted when Sam spoke.
"So y/n, we have a question to ask," sam says breaking the silence in the car.
He turns around in his seat to face me.
"Shoot," I reply with a light smile.
"Dean and I have a bunker, I know you said you work alone but we have a big case we could use your help with."
"What's the case?"
"Well this may sound strange, but Lucifer is real and out of his cage and we need help putting him back. Angles, demons, heaven, hell it's all real right there with monsters." Sam said with an unsure smile.
I take a moment to prosses what he had just said. My stomach flipped inside out. And my face went pale.
"Are you alright back there?" Dean interjects.
I look up from my lap where I had been staring. Dean had been watching me through the review mirror.
'For how long?'
I know angles and demons and everything else is real. What I didn't know was lucifer was out and about. That bit of information with what made my stomach turn.
"Yes, sorry... umm yes I can help," I say in response to sam's question.
"Good" he said turning back around.
As we reach the motel I hope out of the car. My nerves still present. I need a hot shower and sleep. My body ached from the hunt and my was dizzy from the beers. And to top it all off the one person I hate most in the word it walking around fine. I was taken from my thoughts when I heard deans voice. Something about it was almost soothing.
"Well, we are leaving first thing tomorrow." dean says. "be ready."
I nod my head and wish the boys goodnight, they return the saying and we head into our separate rooms.