The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Normality of a Day at School

The alarm went off like a siren, tearing at her eardrums. Isabella jumped up, looked at the time, and promptly hit snooze. She curled up in bed, covering her head in blankets to avoid the harsh truth - She had to get up for school. After hitting snooze for another 3 times, she finally got up, with great reluctance. Dragging half the covers behind her, she slowly trudged to the shower. After spending half an hour washing her hair, Isabella had finally woken up. Grabbing a towel and quickly drying herself off, she made her way back to her room, looking for a clean shirt and two socks that matched. After eventually succeeding in this, she made her way out with her bag to grab some breakfast. Seeing Dean was asleep on the couch, Isabella decided to just grab some money and go buy something, so as not to disturb him. She left a note on the coffee table, so they didn't think she had been abducted. Just before she left, she stood still and stared at him, liking to see the peaceful look on his face. It was the first time he had looked like that. 

Walking briskly out the door, Belle made a detour to McDonalds for some pancakes and hot chocolate, and to the supermarket to buy something for lunch. She made her way to school, walking at what she considered a reasonable pace, but what everyone else thought was fast. She walked the familiar path, walking past other students and trying not to accidentally walk into anything. Getting into school just as the bell rang, Belle slipped into class with her hot chocolate, barely noticing the teachers scowl at the hot chocolate she was cradling in her hand. Class started, and Belle's mind drifted away, distracted by the previous nights events. She ignored the notices, didn't fill out the survey put in front of her, and it was like she wasn't there. 

Classes were hell as always. Isabella loved to learn and excelled in classes, but it was the other students that were the problem. She had a small group of close friends, then a wider group who she hung out with, but she always felt they didn't know her. What she could do, how she could be. She could charm a guy in less than 10 minutes to reveal the true news reports, not the edited online version. And the day went on as normal. James kicked a ball around in class before it was taken off him, Lilli sat in the back of the class and gossiped, and Isabella got 10/10 on the math quiz. She understood algebra and calculus, and even enjoyed it some days. This made her a freak in the eyes of the other students, made her want to hide away in the library, with the books being her friend. But math was only first period. Then there was history, because the Russian Revolution was absolutely fascinating, Chemistry after morning tea, where her study payed off with the teacher saying "Well done" for actually being the only one to pass, and lunch, where she ducked away from the yogurt being thrown in her direction. But today, she walked as though in a dream, distracted by the two brothers staying at her house. She replayed the events of the night before over and over in her head, convincing herself it wasn't a dream.   

After lunch was Isabella's favorite subject - Japanese. She loved to learn new languages and communicate, like having her own little secret. " The teacher started, and for a while Isabella just enjoyed learning, and got the usual 20/20 on the word list test. She was top of almost all her classes, but she always did well in Japanese, constantly getting excellences in her work. Her close second favorite subject, English, was last, and Belle spent nearly an hour just writing stories, the words flowing freely onto the paper, creating people and places and stories. There was the usual chatter, especially from the guy who sat next to her and constantly tried to distract her, but she just let the world slip away and created a better one. One where she didn't have to hide herself, one where she wasn't labelled or categorized as a nerd, or geek. The bell rang at 3:30, and there was a flurry of people shoving books into their bags, practically running to be free. Outside, it was like an ants nest, crawling with people scuttling to get away from yet another boring and irritating day. 

As she walked home, Isabella felt a pang in her chest when she realized that the brothers would be gone. Why would they want to hang around anyway? They had checked on her, went on a hunt, and now they could continue to roam America hunt anything they wanted whenever they wanted. After walking for 20 minutes, she came to her home, unlocked the door, and walked in, throwing her bag onto the couch as she turned to close the door. "Son of a bitch!"a voice half yelled/half groaned. "DEAN?!" Isabella shrieked, running to the couch. Sure enough, there was Dean, with her school bag on his chest, right where the scratch marks were. She grabbed it and threw it in the vague direction of her room, not paying attention to anything but that Dean was still here. "Your still here?" Belle asked, slightly confused. "Thank you Captain Obvious.." Dean smirked at her "Did you really think we would just leave?" Isabella looked confused. "Bobby said that you never stayed in any one place unless you had an resolved case." At that precise moment, Sam poked his head around from the kitchen, smiling at Isabella. "I thought I heard you. I certainly heard Dean yelling about something." Isabella grinned as Dean muttered "Shut up bitch". 

After changing into more comfortable clothes (because a blazer, knee-length kilt, and tie are incredibly comfortable, thanks to the douche who thought it was a good idea for people to SUFFER), Belle went to the kitchen to whip up dinner - homemade burgers, potato wedges, with a simple salad - while turning up her iPod to blast music out of the speakers. The song was currently Wicked Ones by Dorothy, her current favorite song. An hour later, she presented the boys with their dinner, accompanied by the music being turned off and the TV on. The brothers looked at each other, and at her. "Uh, its only 5?" Sam said in a slightly surprised voice. "If you don't want it now, make your own." Isabella replied, eyes on the textbook in front of her, as she memorized the new Japanese words. 

After watching TV for an hour and a half, Sam checked Dean's wounds as he fell asleep again. Afterwards, Sam asked if he could borrow a laptop to research on. She let him, then went to her room to read for a while after turning the TV off. Half way through a really tense bit in a book, Anna Dressed in Blood, Sam poked his head around the door. Isabella didn't notice, wrapped in the story, earbuds playing the same song on repeat. Sam went and stood right in front of her, and she lifted her head after a shadow fell on her book, gasping. "Sam! I thought you were something coming to attack me!" Sam grinned apologetically, and said "Sorry, but I have to ask you something." Isabella wondered if he had found another case as Sam decided to not leave her hanging and asked "Will you go out with me tomorrow night?"