𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 ★

𝟎𝟎𝟎. 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

"𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛" 𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 under her breath as her cherry red '69 stingray sputters to a complete stop at the side of the road. in the middle of no where. the engine emitted unsettling noises, betraying its usual smooth purr.

"you've got to be kidding me," she says aloud glancing at her dog, a doberman, laying on the seat beside her. with a sigh, she unbuckled her seatbelt, opened her car door, and stepped out into the sweltering heat.

the road she had been on stretched miles further, and it was all deserted. not a single person, animal, or thing in sight. only an occasional tumbleweed.

walking around to the front of the car, she popped the hood, only to be met with a billow of smoke that made her cough and shield her face. quickly she closed it, circled back to the driver's side, and sank into the seat.

she left her tool kit at home, thinking it'd be a quick hunt.

fishing her phone out of her bag, the brunette dialed bobby singers number, hoping he could help some before night fall which was only in a couple of hours. she did not want to be out in the dark with what was on the loose.

the air was extremely thick and humid, smelling only of dirt, earth, and sagebrush, all whilst the sun continued to beam down unmercifully.

"hello?" bobby singer asks through the line and ara sits up immediately, "bobby?" she asks, and the man responds with a little chuckle, "well yeah, you called?"

"been calling," the girl responds huffing, "my engine blew, and i'm hunting a goddamn skinwalker." she explains.

"where are you?" bobby questions, arabella frowns, "i was going down highway 60 - couple miles out before the zuni mountains, heading east. but i'm completely stranded now."

"you're a damn fool," bobby spoke and ara only rolls her eyes, accustomed to his bluntness, waiting for him to continue.

"but, you're a lucky fool, i know a couple hunters near by, might take a bit but they'll be there by nightfall." bobby's tone softens, as harley sighs, "thank the lord."

"you be careful kiddo," the voice through the phone line is stern, it's like she's talking to her dad all over again, "dont fall for any of its tricks, silver to kill it, and for heavens sake, protect yourself" his voice was muffled towards the end.

ara smiles to herself, "i always am, thank you. i'll call you when im rescued" they bid their goodbyes and hang up.

she tosses her phone back in her bag, and double checks all her doors and windows are locked. she then turns up the ac, and reaches to her backseat to grab a water and bowl.

"sorry bud," she says looking down at her dog, "it's gonna be a while" she pours some water into the dish and places it onto the seat.

she leans back and looks straight ahead, her pistol on her lap just in case, even though the entirety of her car had been safe already - having engraved countless sigils into the individual parts when she had to restore her car earlier that year. a couple of werewolves completely smashed it.

don't ask.
she doesn't like to talk about it.

"i'm gonna end up losing my mind, i swear" harley mutters, bringing up her water to her mouth to take a sip.

a half hour goes by before arabella heard that all too familiar sound of an engine, one she could decipher pretty well - it was an impala.

she was nearly positive it was a 67, but she couldn't be too sure, not until it passed.

but it didn't pass, instead, it pulled up right beside her car. and she hadn't been wrong.

her eyes then meet one out of two boys', and she immediately knew they were the winchesters.

the brother that had been driving whistles and shakes his head smirking, "nineteen sixty nine stingray, huh?"

the girl nods, raising an eyebrow, "a sixty seven impala?" the boys eyebrows raise as he looks towards his brother, and then smiles again, "and she knows her cars."

"so you guys are my knight and shining armor?" the girl asks, and the boys nod. "hi uh im sam, and that's my brother dean, winchester" ata nods, "arabella pierce, ara short, um give me one minute." she says smiling, before rolling up her window.

"alright bella," dean replies, the girl turns towards ivan and smiles, pours some more water, and then climbs out of the car.

the boys were already standing in front of the two cars, leaning against the impalas hood.

𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘
𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦