You were speeding down the interstate when your phone rang. Again. You look to see who it is only to see it's Bobby.
"Damn it Bobby, what the hell do you want?" You nearly scream into the phone.
"Listen y/n you better get your ass back to my place now before I hunt you down and get you myself!"
"Bobby, what are you worried about?"
"Look I talked to those idjits, Sam and Dean and they told me what you did. What happened y/n?"
"Listen Bobby, I really don't have time for this," you say as you are about to end the call.
"Y/n I swear I will-"
The call ends and you continue down the road. After a few hours, you spot a familiar car behind you. Black Chevy Impala.
"You son of a-" you mutter as you pull over. They park behind you and you grab your revolver from under the seat. They step out of their car and start towards you. You open your door and fire above Dean's head.
"Are you crazy? What the hell you could'a shot me, you bitch!" He yells at you. You stand and aim straight at Sam.
"You keep following me and I'll kill him. Don't think I won't Dean," you say. He glares and tries to negotiate with you.
"Aim at me, hey! Y/n aim it at me, not him. That's better. We have direct orders from Bobby telling us to get you to his house. C'mon, don't be difficult here." You lower your gun and start making your way to your car.
"I'll see you dumb asses at Bobby's!" You jump in the car and head to Bobby's.
~
Later that night, you arrive at Bobby's.
"Bobby! I'm home!" You hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
"I should kill you, y/n! Kill you! You stupid, son of a bitch, hanging up on me, I should shoot you full of rock salt-"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll crap margaritas for a week, I know the run down Bobby." Bobby looks around and gives you a look.
"Where the hell are those idjits?"
"The brothers? They were about five minutes behind me." You say as you hear an engine shut off. Sam and Dean walk through the door and toss their bags down.
"This girl, Bobby. She shot at me! And nearly shot Sammy," Dean said to Bobby as he cracked a smile.
"Just like her momma. Y/n is a good hunter, she just doesn't work well with others," Bobby says as Sam cracks a smile at you. You give him a smile back and Dean continues bickering with Bobby.
"Y/n, Sam, go into another room, Dean and I have some business to discuss." You scoff as Sam follows you to a beat up couch in the room across.
"So? Tell me about yourself Sam." You say as you curl legs up on the couch.
"Well I was a hunter my whole life pretty much and-"
"No, no, no. Tell me your interests, family, all the stuff normal people don't care about."
"Well, I went to Stanford, but left when my dad went missing. My brother and I went looking for him but he didn't want to be found. I had a girlfriend but she died. My mom died when I was six months old and my dad died last year," he finishes and you stare in disbelief.
"Are you kidding? That's all there is to you? No, go deeper." He sighed and told you more about him and his brother.
"Dean seems like a pretty good guy, the way you tell him out to be. But he comes across as a big asshole."
"Oh darling, I'd be offended if you hadn't tried to shoot me earlier," Dean says from the doorway. You turn and glare at the handsome man.
"I'm going to the bar, Bobby! Don't wait up!" You say as you walk out of the house.
~
As you sip your beer, Dean sits down beside you. You roll your eyes and groan.
"The hell you want, Dean?"
"Just a beer, y/n. This happens to be one of the only seats in this entire place." Your cheeks heat as his green eyes peirce into you. If you'd admit it to yourself, you were attracted to him. He was everything you were into; leather jacket, tall, green eyes, bad boy. But you weren't going to let yourself fall for another hunter. All they are are trouble. You finish your beer and get up.
"You're killing my vibe and I want to get laid, adios Dean," you say as you walk past a guy and wink. He soon follows and you see Dean stare at you chatting up the dude.
~
"Jesus, Bobby what is this chick's story?" Bobby shakes his head and tells Dean to sit down.
"Listen, boy. Y/n had a hard life. I ain't entitled to tell you what happened to her but I will tell you this. Her mom is the reason she started hunting," he says as he walks into the kitchen opening a beer.
"Did something kill her mom?"
"Worse." Dean tries to imagine what could have happened to her mom while Bobby opens a book to study some lore.
"Bobby, how old was she when you trained her?"
"Fourteen."
