The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Hunting, Demons, and Chemistry Homework

The silence in the car was one part tense, two parts awkward. It was especially awkward after Dean got lost, pulled over, and reluctantly asked Isabella for directions. Finally pulling up at the intended destination (after getting lost twice), Isabella got out and surveyed where they were. "Ok, this place is officially creepy" She stated, a shiver running down her spine. Dean snorted, and asked in a low voice "Did you even bring any weapons before you hightailed it out of your house?" Isabella turned, grinned, and opened her coat. Inside was 4 knives, 2 guns, 3 vials of holy water, and a lock picking devise. "And that's just in my coat." She smiled, leaving yet another stunned and dazed look on the brothers faces as she turned, drew a breath, and went to knock on the door. 

The house was as perfect as one in the catalogs, all white picket fence, nice flower garden, little porch and a welcoming entrance. Just the sort of creepy place Isabella hated. She carefully went through the little gate, up the tidy stairs, and was about to knock on the door when Dean hissed "WAIT Isabella, we need to get our weapons first!" She let out a long sigh, started tapping her foot, and spun around to watch them, as they got their weapons out of the trunk of the car. They deliberately took their time, debating over what weapons to take. Once they had taken all the time they could possibly manage, they sauntered over, smiling at you as you scowl in their direction. Suddenly, there is a bump, thud and a couple of short screams in a quick succession. 

Flinging the door open (thankfully it was unlocked), and Belle, Dean and Sam ran in, one after the other. On the other side of the room was a man huddled in a corner, screaming. Isabella ran across the room in a flash, barely having time to be disgusted by the decor. She couldn't see the hellhound, but it was there. She knew it. Sam's research skills were legendary. He couldn't be wrong. And sure enough, there was the low growl coming as something stalked its prey. Dean ran and jumped in front of the man, getting scratched across the chest for his efforts. Blood oozed from the wound, and he grunted, almost yelling in pain. Sam instantly ran over to him, trying to help him, as a hellhound turned back to its original target, judging by the grunts. Isabella took out her gun, and a couple of shots rang out as she put iron bullets into the hellhound's head. Well, as best as she could guess. Repeat process multiple times for the three hellhounds (as Belle's estimate). And suddenly, the growling stopped. They seemed to retreat back to whatever hellhole it had come from, as Isabella went over to Dean and Sam, handing over a small medical kit she kept on her at all times. "Use whatever's in here to try and patch that up before we head back". Dean grunted a reply, as she handed the pack to Sam.

Casually walking over to the man in the corner of the room, sobbing like a five-year-old, she efficiently checked that he was unharmed, then started one of her famous rants. "So, a crossroad deal, huh?! For what - fame, fortune, love? You are an idiot. Demons are out to HURT you, not help you. They only like a situation they gain from, they don't give freely! And then you make it so much harder for the likes of us who have to come and save your sorry ass! You son of a bitch, I'll..." And then a new voice appeared. "Its son of a witch, actually." That stupid British accent mocked Isabella, as she turned around, a grimace covering her face. Crowley stood there, in his suit, a smile on his smug face. She had had a few dealings with him before, none pleasant. And judging from the brothers faces, they had too. As though this night wasn't bad enough. Bobby dead, standing inside a creepy, perfect house, hellhounds, and now Crowley. It was going to have to take writing a novel to calm down after all of this.

"Well, that was dramatic" Crowley said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But really, you all should know not to mess with my affairs. I don't mess in yours". Dean and Sam scoffed, and Crowley looked offended. "At least most of the time". Isabella watched the exchange quietly, and slowly went for her angel blade she had found, after an angel had been killed. Unfortunately, Crowley decided to pay attention to her at this precise moment, and he looked her dead in the eye and said "Love, I am the King of Hell, don't try and kill me. Moose and Squirrel have tried, and look where they are." He pointed down where Dean was in a bloody heap, with Sam trying to stop the bleeding. "Darling, please take the moose and squirrel, and leave. I have unfinished business to attend." As he walked over to the man, he said "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little Hell to raise." And with that, he got a couple of demons that appeared beside him to escort them out, though very nicely, for a demon.

 And with that, the brothers walked to their car, well, Dean leaning on Sam, and Sam leading him to the car. Now, Belle wasn't a car expert by any stretch of the imagination, but this was a nice car. Black, sleek, and had obviously been cared for lovingly (by Dean most likely, he seemed to be in love with the thing). But she could appreciate it as a beauty. The seats were leather, and there was constant blasting of rock music that was Dean's choice, by the look on Sam's face whenever a new song played. Once they were all in the car, she asked them where they were staying. They looked black, like the thought hadn't crossed their minds. Belle hesitantly offered for them to stay at her house. "Won't your parents mind?" Sam asked, having probably noted the school uniform being in a heap by the lounge room or the bills addressed to them on the kitchen table earlier. "They are out of town - work. Literally anything could happen while they are gone, and they wouldn't notice. They will be gone at least a week, so its fine for both of you to crash there." They both agreed, as explaining Dean's injuries would be difficult to anyone at a motel room.

Back at Isabella's house (more like large apartment), she quickly tried to tidy up. She first got the large medical kit out for Sam to deal with Dean's wounds, then went and tried to make it not look like a bomb of clothes and books had been dropped on the place. she dumped all the clothes on the floor in the washing basket, put all the books in the bookshelf and put any random dishes floating around in the sink. She turned all the lights on, and the whole area lit up, showing the tech savvy apartment/house/thing. She never did know how to refer to it. There was a large TV covering almost one wall, computers, ipads, and phones littered the various benches, tabletops and coffee tables. The lounge room was mostly white, with random colours popping up from cushions or lamps. 

"There is one spare bed, a double, so you can either share, or one can go on the couch." Belle stated. She raided the freezer for ice-cream, and put on the jug for a hot chocolate while she said this. She then went and put on her PJ's on in her bedroom, not bothering to wait for a reply. It was her nice pyjamas now, and she let her hair out, as it still had product to tame it. Walking out, she went and got her bowl of ice-cream, made the hot chocolate, and went back to her room, to either study or procrastinate and read a book. "Good night!" she yelled back at the brothers as she shut the door. As she delved into the world of REDOX equations and oxidation and reduction theories for chemistry, she could hear the muttered cursing coming from the living room as Dean started to regret helping the son of a bitch who was stupid enough to make a deal with crossroad demons.