You make your way through the woods, ready to kill anything that comes out at you. You've been training to be a hunter ever since you were younger, your mother forcing you into this life style for your own safety. Right now you're hunting werewolves, the impeccable creatures that seem to appear everywhere.
You keep you ears peeled and your eyes focused as you scan the trees around you, trying to find the one that ran its nails through the skin on your forearm, ripping your favorite plaid shirt. You hear rustling from behind you, instantly spinning to kill the beast.
A man grabs your hand and disarms you, a smile on his face. You growl angrily as you pull your arm away, taking a step towards the man.
"Piss off, old man. I got business that don't involve you," you hiss, getting in his face.
"First of all, I'm not an old man. Second of all, we're hunting the same thing so it is my business," he replies irritably, his deep voice coming out raspy.
"No, this one is mine. Take your girlfriend and go somewhere else," you nod towards the tall one with long hair. He looks offended as he steps forward, ready to same something.
"Sam-" the short one begins before he's cut off. The wolf from earlier jumps at us out of nowhere, knocking him off his feet.
"Dean!" Sam yells, rushing to his brothers aid. He goes to save him but You beat him to it, killing the beast instantly. You smile before you faint, the lack of food and the loss of blood finally getting to you as your adrenaline disappears. You fall to the ground with a thump.
When you wake up you're in a bed. You sit up quickly before flipping back down, your head spinning. You moan as you place your hand on your forehead, urging the headache to leave.
"You lost a lot of blood," Sam states as he enters the room, beer in hand.
"That doesn't give you the right to kidnap me and bring me to this shitty motel," you snap, sitting up slowly this time.
"I fixed your arm. If you're hungry Dean should be back any minute with food," he replies, sitting on the other bed as he takes a swig of his beer.
"Can I have one?" You question, looking at the beer with thirst.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to drink without food in your system," he says uncertainly. You roll your eyes and mock him.
"Piss off. You're not my dad," you growl, staring daggers at him. He chuckles before standing and leaving the room, coming back with two beers. He hands on to you as he takes a swig of his fresh one. You smile as you take a gulp, enjoying the vulgar taste in your mouth.
"You're not so bad, Sam," you whisper, barely glancing at him.
"You're not so bad either, whatever your name is," he replies as he chuckles again.
"[Y/N]," you whisper just before the door opens, revealing Dean and bags of food. You smile as your stomach rumbles, excited to finally get something in it.
These two might not be so bad after all.
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