The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The Stupid Umbrella

The umbrella was the final straw. Seriously. How hard was it to walk home without getting wet?! Isabella had always guessed that the umbrella had been out to get her, but today just made it worse. Failing the assignment in History had been bad, falling over into the puddle had been worse, but now, as everyone drove past in their nice, warm, dry cars, Belle got pissed off. She was sick of the smirks in class, the laughter that followed her around when she walked down the school corridors. They didn't know anything.

Keeping her hunter life a secret was hard. Not hunting animals for sport, but hunting the things that went bump in the night. They never saw that. No one did. Not her parents, not her friends, not her classmates. They saw her as the nerdy girl, the one holed up in the library, who got top marks. Also the one who fell down stairs, walked into doors, and generally getting bumps and bruises. This meant that any injuries that she got on the job could just be explained away as being clumsy. A small miracle. The knife and gun collection under her bed was well hidden, and besides, her parents were never home, both having highly successful careers that forced them to travel worldwide, made sure they were almost never home. 

Hunting was not the career choice your parents would consider 'suitable'. Not that she would ever tell them. Sending Isabella away for the holidays was the easiest way to make sure she was cared for while they worked when she was younger. One holidays, while staying in the town called Sioux Falls with a random distant relative , there was  rugaru aka the next door neighbor. When her third aunt twice removed (or something) went over to give some of the left over baking you had done (while you cleaned the kitchen from the mess you made), she was killed. Oh, well. She had been extremely rude anyway. Luckily, a hunter came and saved Isabella, once the rugaru realized that there was more food next door (aka her). Then Bobby had come in, and saved her. From then on, she went to Bobby's place every holidays, learning how to hunt, and getting in some experience (with Bobby by her side). Then, Belle's parents decided she was old enough to stay at home. So, now she hunted here instead. No one knew, and it was best that way. Staying inconspicuous was the best plan.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Not taking out a knife and stabbing someone at school was a hard temptation to resist. Like, how many times does someone need to hear about how many boyfriends that girl has, and what that guy told that girl? The drab, boring existence called Isabella's life was enough for her to want to scream. Instead, she would nod her head meekly, signifying she agreed that having 8 boyfriends by the time someone was 16 was too many. So the days went on, and today was one of the worst. There were only two escapes from this irritating, repetitive routine. Writing, specifically creative writing for English, and hunting. When she went out hunting, she simply told her parents she was going to study at the library or going to a friends. If she came home at 1am, they wouldn't even notice, either because they were asleep (aka being dead to the world), or were working, therefore ignoring her. Oh well, it allowed her to do her job. 

Coming home that day was depressing. She dumped her bag on her bed, grabbed a random piece of food from the cupboard and sat in front of the computer. Going onto youtube was the first thing, going into her history and selecting a song to match her foul mood. Next port of call was the news, to see if there was anything to hunt. There were some promising cases, but you would have to do some research first. So, instead she opened Word and started to type, the words flowing onto the page. She typed for what seemed like forever, until she was calm, and had a story in front of her. Short stories were the best to write. No long, messy plots, just a short quick snapshot of life. Although they were her favorite to write, they were the worst to read, far too quick. A long, novel, at least 500 pages long were her favorite. Her cell phone vibrated, as she opened a tab to research whatever was in town. She answered her phone, hesitantly. The number was unfamiliar, and that made her weary. 

Answering the phone while opening a search tab for google, she heard a bunch of swear words being rattled of as it seemed like someone was very angry. Well, that made HER anger. Once the yelling had stopped, it was her turn, saying how it was an idiotic move and she was going to find them and get them in trouble with the police. There was a fair amount of swearing in her speech as well, and after her little rant there was silence. Then there was a sheepish voice explaining that someone had scratched their "Baby" (a car?) and that they were going to kill the son of a bitch. Isabella's face went bright red as she started to apologize, but the person on the other end cut her off with a short laugh and an apology. The voice then went on to say that their name was Dean Winchester, and had been a close friend to Bobby. He then informed her that Bobby had died. Dean continued on, saying how he got the message you had left for Bobby and explaining that he could come help. She wasn't listening. Bobby had been more like a parent to her than her own parents. She sat down and cried. She forgot the phone, time, everything. She just sat there, sobbing. Eventually, there was the tone on the phone that signaled Dean had hung up. 

It had grown dark around her, and suddenly the home phone rung, startling her. She stood up and walked over, answering it. Her parents explained they were out of town for a while, make sure that she would remember to eat dinner etc, and hung up, not giving her a chance to speak at all. Isabella put the phone back, then proceeded to close the curtains and blinds. After ordering pizza and settling down in front of the TV to wait for it, there was a knock at the door. Wow. The pizza place was sure picking up the pace on delivery. She went to the door, a relieved smile on her face at the thought of pizza and Pepsi to help stop the tumble of thoughts about Bobby. As she opened the door, it wasn't the pizza. Instead, there was two men. Neither held pizza.

One was tall, with short, brown hair, startling green eyes, wearing a brown leather jacket. His face was serious, and sad, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. The other was even taller, towering over Isabella. He had longer hair, brown as well, reaching down to his collar. He wore a jacket over a plaid shirt, and looked heartbroken. Definitely not the pizza man. Isabella went to shut the door, but the shorter one with the green eyes said her name. The voice was familiar, and she hesitantly spoke in a soft voice, asking if either of them were Dean Winchester. Green eyes smiled and nodded, introducing mega tall as his brother, Sam. At this point, the umbrella didn't seem so bad. At least you finally got to meet the men from Bobby's stories. The famous Winchesters. And from behind them, was the pizza guy. Things started to look up. Literally. The guys were so tall she had to look up. And as she stood there, thinking of Bobby's stories, she burst into tears.