A Multifandom Collection of Short Stories

1: A Really Crappy Supernatural One-Shot

"Die, you son of a bitch!" The silver bullet pierces the heart of the shapeshifter in front of me. I'm breathing hard after finally defeating the supernatural being. I hold my gun loosely at my side. I tuck it into the waistband at the back of my black jeans. I start to climb the stairs out of the basement when I hear a bumb up the stairs. I quietly pull my gun back out replacing the magazine of silver bullets with a mag of regular bullets. I climb the stairs with an expert level of stealth acquired from years of experience. I push the door open quickly and point my gun outside. Two men stand in the kitchen of the house, holding guns similar to mine.

"Hey!" I shout. They turn around and point their guns at me.

"Who are you?" the older one asks.

"Who are you? I was here first," I say, switching my gun between the older man and the younger.

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean," the younger one says, gently setting his gun down on the table, and motioning his brother to do the same. Dean sets his down and crosses his arms over his muscular chest.

"What's your name?" Sam asks, clearly the less reckless and more calm one. I lower my gun, but don't place it back in my jeans.

"Avery Heart. What are you guys doing here? This place is dangerous. The bullets in those guns wouldn't have done anything to what was down there."

"I doubt that," Dean says. "How about you go first this time?"

"Fine," I spit. "I'm a hunter. I hunt things that go bump in the night. It's fun actually."

"Really?" Sam says.

"Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."

"No, we believe you."

"Mhm," I hum skeptically.

"No seriously. You probably have, let me guess, silver bullets in that gun. And the thing in the basement was a shapeshifter?"

My face is visibly twisted into a look of surprise.

"W-what? How'd you know that?" I raise my gun again, slightly alarmed.

"We also hunt things. You should see the trunk of Dean's car."

"What kind of car you got Dean?" I ask curiously, heading for the door.

"Black 1967 Chevrolet Impala," Dean says.

"Ah, '67 Impala. Nice choice."

"What kind of car do you have?"

"I drive a beautiful black 1960 Cadillac Eldorado Seville." I smile at the similarity between Dean and me

.

"'60 Seville. Okay."

"What? Jealous?"

"Of a Seville? No!"

"Jesus, stop it," Sam interrupts. "My ears are bleeding. Just get a room."

"Want to try again, Sam? I just met you two." I pull my gun out again, holding it threateningly at my side.

"Hey, jeez, I'm sorry."