Life as a Winchester

Chapter 1. the new guys

Hey everybody, this is my first time posting a fanfic! I hope everybody likes it! Love to all you supernatural lovers out there! And no, I don't own supernatural, so not my original work

I quickly picked the lock, then I opened the window quietly, so I could make sure nobody was in the apartment. I took a look around and realized that I was alone, which was exactly what I needed. I'd been preparing for that moment for days, and now I needed to wait until the thing comes to me. There was a werewolf in this home, and I was the perfect bait for it. All the sudden I heard the door open, which was a weird tactic for a werewolf in my opinion. I could hear it's heart beating, which was going at a fast but weird pace. I slowly snuck towards the front room where the front door was at. As I turn the corner, I pointed my gun into the front room. The gun hit into someone. "The werewolf" I thought to myself, but it went to grab my gun. The room was dark so I couldn't tell what it looked like, but I could tell it was at least a foot taller than me. Before the monsters could grab the gun though I grabbed its shoulder, spun it around, and pushed it down the the floor. "Woah woah woah! What the hell?" A mans voice said as he turned on the lights. I blinked quickly as the room was filled with light, and then looked at the man by the light and the one I now had my knee on to hold down on the ground, the one who I was pointing the gun at. I quickly put my hand up and pointed my gun at the man by the light switch. "Who the hell are you?" I asked as I looked at both of the boys. "Listen, we're not here to hurt you. We actually didn't think anybody was home, and we're sorry to intrude in your home, but listen m'am, we're he-" the man by the light switch said, but I cut him off. "Wait a second, I'm not the owner of this house" I said. "Wow, I never thought in all the crazy things that I've hunted that I'd run into a Robber on the job" the man said again. "Woah woah woah wait, I'm not a robber. And what do you mean by hunted?" I asked, although I was pretty sure I knew the answer, even though it was almost impossible. "Oh sweetheart, your at the wrong house at the wrong time. You see, there is a werewolf in this house. Funny, right? Don't believe me, I don't blame you." He said. "But I'm going to need you to get off of my brother" The man answered me. "I know there's a werewolf here, I just didn't think anybody else did" I said as I got off of the man in the ground. "Gees your a lot stronger than you look, I gotta give that to you" he said as he stood up off the ground. "Wait, you know about the werewolf? What are you some kind of psychopath?" The other man asked. "I was just going to ask the same thing. Also I hunt werewolves and things like that for a living." I said. The two men exchanged looks. "Wait, your a hunter?" The taller man asked. "Yeah, you too?" I asked, and then I realized that I still had a gun pointed at them and I half lowered it, but was still ready in case they were lying. "Yeah. Listen, my name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean." The taller man said. "I'm London, London Harper." I tell them. "So do you think that the wolf is still here?" Dean asked. As soon as he asked, there was a growl from the other room, and then a werewolf jumped into the front room and onto Sam. He fell backwards onto the floor, and then started to get the wolf off of him as it started to scratch at his chest. "Sam!" Dean exclaimed, and he hurried over to Sam and tried to pry the werewolf off of Sam, but instead the wolf just pushed him back. I quickly grabbed my gun off of the ground and pointed it at the wolf as I pulled the trigger. A loud gunshot sounded, and the wolf fell off of Sam and onto the ground. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" I asked aghast as I looked over at Sam, who was covered in blood. Sam just sat there, breathing heavily, and then he passed out. "Come on, we need to clean him up" Dean said. I hurried to the sink and grabbed as many towels as I could find and got them wet. "Here" I said as I handed them to Dean. He ripped back Sam's shirt and started wiping up the blood. After it was all cleaned up, Sam looked a lot better, with only a few large scrapes on his chest. "I can sew him up, there's no need to go to the hospital." Dean said. He then threw Sam over his shoulder and started towards the door. They walked out to the car, set Sam in the back seat, and started driving. About five minutes into the drive, Sam started to move in the backseat. "Dean?" He grunted. "Sam, we're on our way back to the motel, I'll stitch you up when we get there, just sit back, don't move around too much, it will just hurt you" Dean said as he continued driving. Sam didn't say anything after that, but he did make occasional grunts every time he shifted positions. Soon they pulled into a small motel, And Dean parked, got out of the car, went to the back seat, And helped him out of the car since he was now conscious. They went to room 12, and Dean unlocked the door and went inside quickly. He helped Sam into one of the beds and then went over to the other one and started rummaging through a black duffle bag on the sheets. He pulled out a small black case and then zipped up the bag. Inside the case there were a couple hook shaped needles And some string. He pulled them out and went over to where Sam was sitting, and started to sew up the large scrapes on his chest. After he was all finished, he looked around and remembered that I was in the room. He even looked a little surprised to see me for a split second. "If you want you can either sleep on the couch or you can have my bed" Dean said, looking straight into my eyes as he said it. "Wait, your letting me stay here?" I asked. "Seeing as you just saved my brothers life, I don't think it would be a problem to have you stay just one night, unless you have somewhere better to go" Dean said. "No, I don't. I don't even have a car, I usually just steal one to get from place to place." I said. "You can have my bed, I'll just sleep on the couch" Sam said as he tried to get up, but then he sliced back down in pain after a couple seconds. "No, Sammy, you sleep on the bed, she can take mine" Dean said. "It's ok, I don't want to take your beds, I'm okay to sleep on the couch" I tell them quickly. We all fell asleep very quickly since we were so tired, and even though these were two complete strangers, I felt safe with them. I don't know if it's the fact that they are hunters or if it's that they were so quick to let me stay with them, but I didn't feel at all in danger for the first time in six years.