Hunters Match

Chapter One

I was 17 when the Winchesters first rolled into town. It was the summer of 1998 and I had just finished high school and was working a summer job at the local motel.
The late afternoon sun was stifling and the dusty parking lot was empty except for the owners beat up pick up and my old Nisan. Check out was at 10am and as of this morning the motel was empty.
I had finished cleaning the rooms and was returning my cleaning suplies to the office when the old black Chevy grumbled into the lot and came to a stop outside.
My twin brother was a total petrol head and while I was stuck in this rundown motel he was spending his summer doing something he loved, working in a garage in town. Growing up his bedroom walls had been covered in posters of cars and he loved getting us to quiz him on different makes and models. Recognising the car as one of his favourites made me smile we weren't as close as we used to be and I guess I kinda missed the big dork.
The car was dusty from the road, classic rock blaring from the open windows, the drivers side door creaked as it opened and a tall man in a brown leather jacket got out. He leaned inside and said something to someone in the passenger seat.
The man straightened and turned towards the office. He was probably in his forties, around 6 feet tall. He was broad shouldered his dark hair speckled with a few stray greys. His long stride quickly brought him to the office doorway where I was hovering half in and half out.
He brushed passed me with a gruff "excuse me" and I caught the scent of bonfires and whiskey.
Barny my boss looked up from the news paper he had been reading and sat up straighter at the front desk as I carried on my way outside leaving the man to presumably check in.
I was done for the day and I couldnt wait to get home and jump straight in the shower. I wasnt allowed to have the AC on in the rooms while cleaning and I was a sticky mess. My dark curls escaping from the messy bun I had put them in that morning were now plastered to my face and neck. On my way to my car I passed the Chevy noticing there were two passengers. One up front and one in the back. The one in the front seat swiveled his head and followed my progress as I made my way across the lot to my old brown Nisan.
It had been a graduation gift from my grandpa and although she was a temperamental little bitch at times, being behind the wheel felt like freedom to me. The ability to just fill the tank and drive anywhere I wanted was something I would forever be grateful to Pops for.
The blast of hot air that greeted me as I opened the drivers side door made me curse the broken air conditioning and prey to the car gods that she wouldn't overheat on the way home.
I jumped in and quickly wound all of the windows down. As I put my key in the ignition and turned it Pearl Jam started playing loudly from the stereo but that was it. No noise of the engine starting just a couple of clicking noises then nothing. I quickly turned down the music and tried again. Nope nothing, well thanks a lot car gods and as for you you brown pice of shit great timing.
I pulled the lever to pop the hood and went round to the front of my car. As I lifted the bonnet and propped it open I squinted at the engine. It may have looked like I knew exactly what I was doing but alas no. My brother would have been able to work his magic but apart from wiggling a few wires and hoping getting some air to the engine would do the trick I had no idea what I was even looking at.
I sighed and pushed my damp curls away from my forhead. Son of a bitch I just wanted to go home and wash the grime of the day away. I herd a squeal from the impala and footsteps crunching on gravel. "You need any help?"
My breath caught as I looked up into the most startlingly green eyes I had ever seen. The boy, well young man really looked to be a couple of years older than me. His green eyes were surrounded by long lashes wich lent a softness to his strong nose and sharp jaw line. Plump lips smiled down at me.
"Are you ok?" He smirked his eyes twinkling.
I quickly tore my gaze from his, and finally exhaled. Realising I still hadn't said anything my brain started scrambling for an answer to his question.
God your good looking, no I'm not ok look at me I'm a mess and not even a hot one, I mean not just good looking but wow, well obviously I'm hot but not hot hot, yes I need help, im drowning in thoes eyes, and freckles he has freeking freckles!
None of my thoughts seemed appropriate and I was aware it was taking me an uncomfortable amount of time to answer him.
"Amy, my name is Amy" I finally managed to stutter
He threw back his head and laughed
"OK Amy I'm Dean now your clearly not OK but do you need help?"
The fog from my brain quickly cleared, I didnt appreciate him laughing at me but the thought of having to ask Barny for a lift and having him leering at me all the way home made me shudder.
"And your clearly a smart ass but unfortunately I don't have any other options do you know anything about cars"

"I know a thing or two now move over and let my smart ass have a look"
He winked at me and nudged me with his hip amusment still lacing his voice. I moved over to gave him space to take a look under the hood. I couldnt help the small smile that played on my lips as I watched him wiggle the exact same wires I had.
"You sure you know what your doing? I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Dean!" The shout came from across the lot and I watched as Dean immediately stiffened and stood up straight.
"What did I tell you about keeping an eye on your brother"
The man had emerged from the office and now stood next to the black car with his hand resting on a young boys shoulder.
"Its not like any things gonna happen to Sam in the back of the car Dad"
The man just glared I could feel his anger all the way from the other side of the parking lot. I folded my arms defensively across my chest, instinctively trying to hide behind Dean for protection from his Fathers stealy gaze.
"Sorry sir" Dean sighed. He gave me a small smile and mouthed the word sorry then made his way back across the lot. As they entered their room Dean scuffed the younger boy across the back of his head ruffling his brown shaggy hair.
"Bitch" I herd him say
"Jerk" his younger brother replied as the door closed behind them.