The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The In's and Out's of Dating (Sort of)

Isabella walked to school the next day in a daze, replaying the night before. All of it. Dean and his wound, dinner, and Sam's question. She didn't understand why he wanted to take HER out on a date. He was much older than her, was interesting and funny. But when he talked, her heart didn't leap, she didn't want to know more about him. She sort of saw him like a good friend, or a puppy. That was why she was regretting her answer. Saying yes was an automatic response, because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. He was sweet, and kind, and also badass. What wasn't to like? And yet, she knew there was someone else in the corner of her mind, and he was

"Bloody hell!" Isabella said, falling to the ground. The school had put up a new sign, and she hadn't noticed, being distracted by the thoughts of guys tumbling around in her brain. So she had walked straight into it. And fallen over into a muddy puddle. Her kilt was soaked instantly, and had mud in random areas. So much for keeping a low profile today. She sighed, tried to ignore the idiots laughing at her, and went into the office. Her English teacher was there, looking like he was about to go out. Noticing her appearance, he offered her a ride back to her house to change. Gratefully accepting the offer, she took off her kilt, revealing the VERY short shorts underneath, stuffed the kilt into a plastic bag in her bag (in case she ever needed to use her umbrella, so her bag wouldn't be soaked by the wet umbrella), and hopped into his car. 

Arriving at her place, she got out, said a grateful thank you, and ducked inside. Unlocking the door, she entered, but was tackled to the ground before she could even reach the lounge. She kicked up, and yelled out for Sam and Dean to come help her. "Isabella?" Dean's voice said from above her. It was he that was attacking her, and she was annoyed. "Yes, you idiot, now get off. I have already had a bad day." But there he stayed, on top of her, his face inches from hers, breathing hard. "You sure know how to kick, princess." Dean smiled at her, finally standing up. He looked down at her, still lying on the floor, and offered his hand. She stood up without it, walking to her room in a huff. She put her wet, muddy kilt on her bed, still in the plastic bag, and grabbed the spare kilt from her wardrobe. Quickly putting it on, she ran out of her room, to Dean's apology and Sam's stare as he emerged from his room. "Look, I'm sorry, I thought you were an intruder." Dean was saying, before Belle cut him off, as she was already going to be late to school. Running out the door, she flew down the street, so as to not be told off by the History teacher for being late. Again.

As she ran down the street, she noticed the Impala out of the corner of her eye, pulling up beside her. "Hop in" Sam said, smiling. Isabella didn't need to be told twice. Throwing her bag in the back, she got in on the passenger side. He smiled at her, driving away down the street, and turning down Dean's blaring music. They pulled up just as the first bell rang. Belle jumped out, grabbing her bag and after checking that Sam knew where the spare key was (hidden under the doormat, taped the bottom of an invisible devils trap), she ran to class. Managing to find her seat before the last bell, Isabella let out a sigh of relief. The day went by fast, and Belle worked hard so as to not have any homework tonight. At lunch, she received a call from Dean, checking that she had been back on time, and also apologizing again for tackling her. Once the people she was hanging out with realized she was talking to a guy, they instantly tried to listen in. Before they could hear anything, she hung up, much to all of their disappointments. 

Bolting from class once the final bell rang like the rest of the students, Belle almost ran home, her bag bumping on her back as she walked past everyone on the way. Once she got home, she unlocked the door (meaning that Sam had found the key and wasn't a demon) and walked inside, careful to avoid any tackles. As she looked around, she realized the brothers must have cleaned - all the dishes in the sink were gone, clothes no longer littered the floor, and everything was neat and tidy. There was a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen, as Dean poked his head around and smiled. "I went and bought more pie. There is one in the oven, and because I tackled you this morning, I might even let you have a slice." She laughed, walking to her bedroom to get changed. She went for what she had picked for tonight's date - a nice, simple red dress, knee-length, with a cute pair of black heels (tiny ones - but Sam was so TALL), and a black jacket, equipped with any hunters needs, in case of an emergency. She let her hair down, styling it into curls that looked decent, and matched a silver bracelet with some earrings.

Walking out of her room at Dean's holler of pie, Isabella felt nervous. She hadn't been on a date before, let alone with a much older guy! What was she thinking?! When Dean saw her, he stopped, stared at her, and let out a whistle, mouth almost touching the floor. "Well, I am flattered, but you didn't need to dress up for me." He joked, looking at her wide eyed, like he had never seen her before. "Well, good thing she isn't dressed up for you, then." Sam's voice came floating down the hallway. He came out of his room, looked her up and down, and smiled, his whole face lighting up. Belle smiled back, and she could feel herself blushing. Sam was wearing a nice black jacket, almost like a suit one, with a simple white shirt and jeans. He was still much taller than her, even though she wore heels, but he looked good. Isabella turned back and looked at Dean. "So, where is the pie?" She queried, looking at how his face seemed slightly, what? Disappointed? Sad? Dismayed, even? "Don't want to ruin your appetite for tonight!" Sam joked, smiling. "Oh, there is always room for pie." Isabella replied, looking at Dean. He silently gave her the pie, and left the room.

An hour later, after Belle finished the pie and Sam and her had watched the local news, Sam suggested they leave. Dean had gone and locked himself in the bathroom, with his precious pie. Belle wondered what had gotten into him, he was almost sulking. As they left, she locked up, as usual, before joining Sam in the Impala. There was a slightly awkward silence as they drove, but Sam ended up getting lost and asked Isabella for directions, which didn't ease the awkwardness one bit. As they pulled up outside a restaurant, Sam got out, ran over to Belle's side, and opened the door for her. After they walked in and sat at a table, they started talking, hesitantly at first, but after a while they were joking and laughing, swapping stories about hunts, family matters, and school. Sam also loved to learn, and they both talked excitedly about books and information, both before and during dinner. Once Belle ordered dessert, conversation dried up slightly, after Sam started asking about friends and family, and how they handled her hunting. 

Isabella was stunned. She admitted they didn't know, and Sam started to talk about how it was important for someone to know, so she could talk if need be, get help if she struggled. He sounded like he was lecturing her, and this made her mad. She stood up quickly, put on her jacket, and walked out, saying "Well, I am strong enough by myself. I don't need anyone." She walked down the street in a rage, and also in sadness. Her first date, ruined. Tears sprung into her eyes, and she walked quickly, without seeing where she was going. Her eyes were blurry, and there was the pounding of blood in her ears as she ran. An hour later, she realized she had gone the wrong way in her fit of anger, and was halfway across town from her home. Sighing, she wiped away the tears leaking down her face. Something, or someone, suddenly grabbed her arm, holding her in place, and she screamed and kicked out at whoever it was, but their grip was too strong. She fought to leave, but it was no good. They had her.