I'm not a Winchester

(2)

I walked behind Bobby into the small diner wearing my usual 'salt and burn' cutoff shirt, black trench coat with the collar popped, and short shorts matched with my combat boots. He somehow had convinced me to team up with some people he knew. They were supposed to be meeting us here.
"Hey boys, this is Danny. She's your new partner, she's also the best hunter I know. Danny, this is Sam and Dean Winchester." Bobby introduced us. I couldn't find a way to hide my shock. These guys knew Bobby?
"Actually, Bobby, we've met her before. How are your stitches?" Dean asked as I sat down, smiling at me.
"Fine." I stated simply. Bobby started talking to Sam and Dean just stared at me. I pulled my knife out of my boot and started picking at my nails. I could feel his green eyes staring at me.
"Something I can do for you?" I questioned, looking up at him. He licked his lips.
"Maybe." He breathed. I rolled my eyes. "What? You've got black hair, blue eyes. You're wearing close to nothing. Sorry, sweetheart, you're smoking-" I kicked him under the table before he could finish his sentence.  I leaned over the table, shoving the blade of my knife under his chin.
"Don't you dare. Finish. That. Sentence. I might be a female hunter but I'm still a hunter. I know what I'm doing, and it sure as hell won't be you." I snarled at him.
"Geez, you're hot when you're angry." He kept digging his grave. I was about ready to shove my blade through his skull.
"Danny, chill out." Bobby stopped me, taking my knife and putting it on the table. He asked what we were doing.
"Nothing, I just said she was-" I kicked him again and he groaned at the pain.
"Yeah, don't call her that. This girl is like my daughter, I expect you boys to take care of her."
"You really still think its a good idea for her to hunt with us? She doesn't exactly look like she still wants to." Sam said to Bobby, talking like I wasn't there.
"She's fine. Right, Danny?" Bobby looked over to where I'd pulled out my pistol and had it aimed under Dean's chin. He took that from me, too, and set it next to my knife.
"Jesus, Danny, you don't get to kill Dean. Can you two get along?" He exasperated.
"Fine. Let's go." I said, reclaiming my weapons and putting them back in their holsters.

A week later we headed out on our first case. This one really was a simple salt and burn. We got a few scratches and I managed to open one of my stitches but that was about it. Dean stared at me all day. I'll admit he's hot but I'm here to hunt.
"Here we are." Dean said, pulling up to the motel. I got out and followed Sam to our room. I could feel my stitches bleeding, and I really don't want it to bleed into my shirt. This is my favorite one. I went into the bathroom and pulled off my shirt, looking at the loose stitches.
"Sonovabitch." I cursed under my breath and put my knife under them, getting rid of them. I'm going to have to put in new ones. I was about halfway through getting them out and it was hurting like hell.
"Danny, you want- oh... sorry." Dean walked in. I got frustrated with my stitches and slammed my knife on the counter.
"Yes?" I snapped.
"Nevermind. Sorry. Need any help there?" He offered. I considered snapping at him again but stopped myself. He's trying to help, Danny, and you'll have to get used to him if you're going to hunt with him.
"Sure, thanks." I consented to him helping me. He picked up my knife and got rid of the remaining stitches carefully. When that was done, he grabbed the stitching thread and pulled the cut shut with it again. He was gentle through the whole process, making sure not to hurt me. He was probably afraid I'd stab him if he did.
"There, all done." He said as he tied off the last stitch. He gathered the leftover thread. "I'll leave you to put your clothes back on." He said as he turned to walk out.
"Dean, wait." I stopped him, "I'm sorry if I was being difficult in the diner. I've never hunted with others before." I apologized and ran a hand through my black hair.
"Don't sweat it, sweetheart. By the way, you really are.. gorgeous." I blushed when he said that. He took a step closer to me and leaned in, about to kiss me. I was about to kiss him back, too.
"Dean, I think I found something." Sam interrupted in the other room. My face turned bright red and Dean backed off.
"I'd better go see what he wants. To be continued.. beautiful." He said and winked before walking out. I couldn't help but smile when he picked his words more carefully. He thinks I'm pretty? I put my shirt back on and walked out into the room where Dean was cleaning his gun and Sam was doing some research.
"Anyone want some Jack?" I asked, pulling the bottle out of my bag. Dean wanted some so I poured him a glass. Sam just stared at me. "What? Prefer wine?" I asked.
"You two don't see it?" He asked. Dean and I both shook our heads. "Nevermind." I sat down on the bed next to Dean. He glanced up at me and winked. Instinctively, I kicked him lightly. I hate having guys flirt with me. I could handle a little bit now and then to get information, but otherwise I don't want any guys hitting on me. After a while we all decided to go to sleep. Sam and Dean got the beds after I lost rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock so I had a nest going on the floor.
I woke up with Rian laying next to me, his arm draped lazily over my waist. I pecked his lips lightly and he woke up.
"Your day to make coffee." I whispered softly. He smiled and buried his face in the pillow, pulling me closer to him. As his hands ran over my body, I pulled our lips together. He looked up at me and his eyes weren't their usual brown, they were blacked out.
"R-Rian... no." I breathed. He got on top of me and wrapped his hands around my throat. I struggled to reach for my blade and tried stabbing him in the thigh to get the demon out of him, but it was too strong. I can't kill him. I can't.
I gasped as I sat up on the floor of the motel room. It took me a moment to realize where I was, but when I did I managed to control my breathing. Right, Rian died years ago, Danny. You're with the Winchesters on a hunt. Well, the hunt is over but there will be another one. Just breathe. I told myself over and over. Breathe.
"Danny?" Dean's voice broke through the silence. I sniffled and realized I had tears running down my cheeks. Without responding, I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead on them. I felt Dean get on the floor next to me.
"Are you... crying?" He asked, trying to move my arm away from my face.
"N-no." I responded.
"Really? It sure sounds like it. You okay?" He actually sounded concerned, and I hated it. Why does he have to even care?
"Fuck off. I'm going out for a smoke." I got up and grabbed my pack of cigarettes off the table, going outside and quickly lighting myself one before Dean could follow me. By the time he got outside I had calmed myself down.
"What's wrong? You can talk to me." Dean said, standing next to me and looking at the half-empty parking lot.
"No I can't. I've known you for a week. It doesn't matter, nothing's wrong. I can hunt." I told him.
"Its not about whether you can hunt. Its about if you're okay in there." Dean responded, tapping his temple. I let out a bitter laugh.
"I've always been alright mentally. Don't worry about it. Go back to bed." I laughed.
"Then maybe you should come with me." He smirked. There was the flirting again. Practically the same way Rian used to do it. I shook my head and sent him back inside. After a few cigarettes and a small walk around the motel, I went back into the room and got a few more hours of sleep before Sam woke me up.
"Hey, Danny. We've gotta head back for the bunker." Sam said, shaking me lightly. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, blocking him out. "I've got coffee for you." I smiled when I heard him say that and got up, taking the cup out of his hand.
"You certainly know how to wake a girl up. Coffee is a vice." I laughed as I drank it and gathered my stuff. Dean came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I flinched and turned around, pulling my knife out of the sheath on my belt before I realized it was him. In the act, I felt some of my coffee splash on my arm and cursed under my breath.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to hurt you." Dean laughed and backed up, hands in the air defensively. I took a deep breath and put my knife away.
"Well, you burned me. Don't do that." I put my knife back and walked around Dean, grabbing a towel and wiping the steaming coffee off of my burns. Sam went and carried our bags out to the car while I ran my arm under cold water.
"Sonovabitch that was hot coffee." I swore under my breath. Dean walked up behind me but stayed far enough away that I couldn't stab him if he startled me.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." He had an apologetic tone in his voice. It just pissed me off.
"You didn't scare me. And I've had worse." I snapped over my shoulder.
"Whoa, where'd the hostility come from?" He sounded hurt and slightly angry when he said that. I turned around and leaned against the counter.
"Sorry. Its just a mild burn, I'm fine." I told him nicely.
"Its alright. Ready to go, sweetheart?"
"I'm gonna sleep in the impala on the way there." I stated.
"That's too bad. I was hoping to get you in my bed when we got back to the bunker." He smirked. There it was again. He always seemed to choose the worst times to flirt with me. And it made me laugh every time. I can't help it, I like him. We can't be a thing, though, we're partners.
"Oh really?" I smirked back. Dean stepped closer to me and put his hand over my burn. I winced at how raw the skin felt. He pulled me against him and put his other hand on the small of my back. I flinched again as his hand was right over a nasty old scar I had.
"Maybe we can just lock Sammy out for a few hours." He huffed and leaned in to kiss me. Before he could, Sam opened the door to get more bags.
"Ready to go?" He asked as he flung the door open. I pulled away and moved around Dean to the door.
"Let's get on the road." I told Sam and walked to the impala. Dean was the next to get in and was obviously irritated. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up in the backseat.
"Am I ever going to get to kiss you?" He chuckled, looking at me in the mirror.
"If I'm lucky, no." I laughed back.
"I think you were about to kiss me back." He lifted an eyebrow at me. I shook my head.
"I'm not here for that. I'm here to hunt." I responded. Sam got in the car and we left.
Going down the road, Sam leaned over to change the radio station and Dean smacked his hand away.
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." He told Sam and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth. Sam glared at me over the seat and I raised my hands in mock surrender. I found a box of tapes on the floor and started sifting through them.
"Put this on." I demanded excitedly, tapping Dean's shoulder with the AC/DC tape I found in the box. He took it and glanced at it before putting it in the tape deck. I smiled as 'Back in Black' started playing.
"She gets to pick the music now?" Sam sounded offended and Dean laughed at him.
"She has good taste." Dean stated and turned the music up before Sam could object. "I'm back in black..." Dean started singing along to the song. I just started laughing and sang along with him while Sam pouted in the passenger seat.
"Cause I'm back, back. Well I'm back. Yes I'm back in black!" We screamed along to the song and Dean started a drum solo on the steering wheel. Sam glanced back and forth between me and Dean.
"What?" I asked, before the next verse started and I started singing again.
"This is just creepy." He sighed and laid back in his chair.