The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Pizza, Talking, and a Couple of Cute Guys

It was lucky there was pizza. The awkward silence was a little too much to handle. So Isabella just sat there quietly, the only sound was of everyone eating. Unfortunately, she had only bought enough pizza for one person, so she stood up suddenly, making the brothers stare at her, and made her way into the kitchen. The problem with the kitchen cupboard was that nothing was ready made, everything took effort. So instead of making a meal, she grabbed random snacks, and carried them to the living room for a snack dinner. Nothing fancy. And judging by what these guys were wearing, they weren't used to fancy anyway. As Belle collapses into her seat, Dean looks at her and starts to speak in that low voice. It sounded so good, Belle almost missed what he had said. "You got any pie?" 

This pissed her off. Not only had she been kind enough to share her pizza (her favorite kind - margherita) but she was also sharing some of her favorite snacks. But apparently that wasn't good enough. Sam seemed to understand her frustration, and jumped in, stating "No, this is completely fine, I love chips and pizza", while muttering to Dean "Be nice, jerk". "Make me, bitch" Dean replied. "I want pie". Isabella watched the exchange silently, trying to decide whether to laugh or yell. "If you are willing to make it, I have pie in the freezer". Deans face lit up, and he practically jumped over the couch in order to go hunt for his beloved pie. Belle suddenly looked down at her PJ's and got self-conscious. She hadn't been expecting company, and was in her oldest, stained, slightly-too-small pyjamas. Face going bright red, she quickly muttered an excuse as she half walked, half ran to her bedroom.

She shut and lock her bedroom door, then turned to see just how bad she looked in the full length mirror that covered her wardrobe door. It was worse than she thought. Her brown hair, with a slight variation in colour which made it look interesting, was messy and tangled, falling between just pass her shoulders and half way down her back. Long enough to be able to put up, short enough to be manageable. It was hanging loose and was frizzy, from the earlier rain. Grabbing a hair brush, Isabella quickly pulled the brush through her hair, putting it up into a sleek ponytail, after using some hair product to help. Next, clothes. She took off her ratty old pj's and put on a dark blue pair of jeans and a nice black top that hung loosely, with the silver and purple necklace she always wore, the last gift her parents had given to her in person. Isabella had always felt tall compared to her few friends, being 5.8 feet, but the boys had made her feel tiny. She looked again in the mirror, staring at her blue-grey eyes that looked alert, and ran a judgmental eye over what she was wearing. Casual, yet smart. She looked acceptable, but she still felt nervous to go back out. Her cheeks were tinged with some red from blushing, and she wasn't wearing any make up. She didn't want to seem like she was trying. Time to go face them again.

As she walked out, she saw that both of the boys were in the kitchen, trying to work the oven. "NO Dean, just let it heat up.""No something is wrong, it shouldn't take this long Sammy!". Isabella looked at them for a minute, trying hard not to laugh. Two of the worlds best hunters couldn't work an oven. She walked in, told them to go sit on the couch, and took over. As Bobby would say, "Idjits". After putting the pie in the oven, Belle went and sat back down with the brothers, who were in deep conversation. "Pie is worth it Sammy!" "Dean, cake is just as good". As she sat down, both of the brothers turned to look at her. "So, what are you boys doing here, or did you just come for the food? If so, I will charge you." Dean looked at her in offence. "Sweetheart, you were crying buckets on the phone, we wanted to make sure you were alright." Isabella scoffed. Yeah, because these boys were obviously the best people to talk to about feelings. They obviously couldn't even cope with their own. "I am fine, and its $15 for the pizza, $10 for the snacks, and $20 for the pie. Each." Dean looked up in horror. "$20 for pie?!". Isabella smirked, explaining she had been saving the pie, and now she was going to waste it on them. Both brothers looked so offended, she couldn't help but laugh. She continued laughing as she went into the kitchen to check on the pie as Dean said "I hope your pie is freakin worth it!"

After seeing that it still needed a little more time, Isabelle went and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and lounge room, admiring both the boys. Sam was sort of like a big puppy, but one that had grown and didn't really know what to do with itself. Dean, on the other hand, looked relaxed, but upon close examination, it was clear he would be ready to leap into action in an instant. Probably if pie was ready, for example. But his eyes. Wow. Like, there are some cute guys at school, but Dean had eyes of an angel. Like green-green. None of that two eye colour stuff. Must make those sentence quiz things easy. Eye colour - green. Not a mix that was hard to determine. And both guys had muscles, though you couldn't really tell, as their many layers of clothing hid it well. And then suddenly, both guys are staring at Isabella. With a faint blush, she sat down again. "So, can I have some advise?" Both guys looked slightly confused and terrified, like you were about to talk deeply about your emotions. "About a case?" And both guys instantly had a look of relief written clearly all over their faces. "What do you need to know?" Sam queried, his voice filled with the same relief as what was on his face. "Well, there is a puzzling article in the news, and similar ones before it. Can you take a look, and see if you can tell what it is?". Both of them smiled and nodded, asking about what the article was.

Taking them over to her computer, she logged in and went onto the news. As she did this, the timer rang out for the pie, and Dean's face broke into a huge smile. Excusing herself, Isabella went and got the pie. She sliced it up and put it on three plates. Yelling to the brothers if they wanted ice-cream (to which they replied "PIE" and "No, thanks") she took the plates to them. Sam had been given a small slice, while Dean got almost half the pie. He stared down at it lovingly, and Isabella started to giggle, eating her own pie with her second-favorite ice-cream, as her first favorite had been all out at the supermarket. All three huddled around the computer, Sam reading out the article, Dean looking at the images, and Belle looking at the latest fashion. Hey, it was hilarious to see what some people thought looked good. After spending over an hour trying to figure out the mysterious monster, Sam finally found it (after extensive research).

 As the boys left, Isabella grabbed her grey coat and black flats, and followed them out with her keys in hand. "And where are you going princess?" Dean asked, grabbing her arm and steering her back inside. "Hunting" she replied stiffly. "I don't think so, sweetheart" Dean said firmly. Isabella lost her cool at that point, all the anger and frustration of the day and the added bonus of Bobby's death crashing down into a rant. "Now you listen. I am a hunter. Same as you. I can fight, and I am in a pissed off mood. You came here, ate my food, used my computer, and now think you are somehow better than me. I put you on the case. ME! I allowed you in my home, put up with your ridiculous demands for pie and gave you my dinner. And I love that pizza. So you can shut your mouth, turn around, and open the car door for me. I live in this town, and I know the area. You need me. If you leave me here, I will just go on my own, so there is no point. But we can help each other. So let me go kill this son of a bitch and make this town slightly better." With that, Isabella turned around, locked the door, and went and sat in the brothers car, as they simply stood and stared at you, looking stunned. "Well?" Isabella asked, "What are you waiting for? A formal invitation?"          

NOTE - Flats are like ballerina pumps.... Just search flat shoes into google, and you can get the idea :D