The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Family Matters

"Shhh, hey its just me" Sam's voice came as Isabella stopped struggling. "What the hell Sam?!" Isabella cried, jerking away from him. As she tried to walk away, she saw the Impala pulled up to the curb, with Dean inside. He slowly got out, and approached her. "After you didn't come home, we got worried, and I felt terrible for what happened" Sam said behind her, in a calm, hesitant voice. "I thought something had happened to you" Sam continued, and his voice faded into the background, as Dean pulled her arm gently, leading her to the car. She got in the back, laying down, and closed her eyes, tired from the day. The music was still turned down, and just before she fell asleep, she heard the brothers talking.

"Dammit Sammy, did you have to scare her like that? She is obviously having a hell of a night, thanks to you. Why did you have to preach to her, man? You owe her an amazing date, and pie." Dean's voice was low and quiet, but there was an anger behind it that Isabella didn't expect to hear. "Look, I know Dean. I was an idiot, and I will regret that, but really? Pie? That's all you. But I agree I will need to make it up to her. But why do you care so much about her? Look, you know I like her, and I am glad that you care about her so much for her for me, but maybe just back off, ok?" Sam replied, slightly louder, enough for Belle to hear clearly. Dean replied even quieter than before, so she could barely hear him, and neither could Sam, but afterwards there was only silence as she slipped off into a dream state of sleeping.

Isabella had no memory of coming home, or of being carried into the house by Sam, or being laid on her bed. Her first memory was of someone knocking on the front door loudly, almost breaking it down, before there was the sound of a key in the lock and the door opening. Belle panicked (her parents were back already?) and ran out into the lounge to explain, before she gasped. Dean had the person in a headlock, before the person hit him in the chest and pinned him down, knife to his throat. So not her parents then. "STOP IT" She screamed, grabbing her own knife and going to join in. The person stopped, looked over at her, taking off the hood of their jacket, revealing their face. Isabella stopped, smiled, and laughed. "Nice to see you again" She said, smirking. "Good to see your collection of clothing has improved - navy blue jacket now, how nice." Dean looked bewildered. "Isabella, who is this? What is she doing here?" Pointing the knife back at his throat, the 'stranger' turned and said "My name is Evie, and I am Belle's older sister."

Half an hour later, Dean and Sam still looked stunned. "Wait, so that is your older sister, Evie, who was with you when you first met Bobby, who is also trained to be a hunter? Who is also very good at almost killing people?" Dean asked for the hundredth million time. Patiently, Isabella went over it again. And again for Sam. At this point, it was 11pm, and she was starting to feel tired. Evie looked more like their mother than Belle did - the long strawberry-blond hair, the green eyes. She was slightly shorter than Belle, even though she was in over. Evie went to university out of town, studying baking and pastry at a tertiary level. And she was talented in the kitchen. Like, Isabella could make a meal, but Evie's baking was incredible. She was kind and sweet, and had an innocent look about her. But she had a crazy sense of humor, and was wicked smart. She also sassed anyone in sight, could dance, and was a damn good hunter. Belle had always envied her older sister. She was as close to perfect as Belle could imagine, and had a hot boyfriend. She also learned Japanese, but didn't really enjoy learning like Isabella, though she was certainly smart. Though she seemed perfect, she wasn't the best sister, forgetting to tell her things, making Belle clean up her messes, and teasing her about never having a boyfriend. But she had a way of just making you forget all that. That was Evie.

Going to bed that night with Evie sleeping on a mattress on the floor of her bedroom, Isabella reflected on the day. The bad start with her ruining her kilt, the drab day, the disastrous date. All of it. And Evie. She hadn't seen her in almost a year. And she just turned up again, out of the blue. This made her uneasy. Evie was great, but she had a habit of managing to get others into trouble, and wouldn't risk coming home unless something big had happened. Evie and their parents didn't see eye to eye. On almost anything. So why was she back? Looking at her clock, Belle saw it was 2 am. Deciding food would help take her mind off of Evie and the day, and help her sleep, she crept out of bed. As she quietly left her room, she saw that the kitchen light was already on, signalling that someone else had her idea. It was Dean, snacking on some left over pie from earlier. Sneaking up behind him, she quietly said "Boo."

"Son of a bitch, Isabella!" Dean said, jumping a mile high. She giggled quietly, and warned him not to wake the others. Dean offered her some pie, and she accepted it. She also grabbed ice-cream from the freezer, settling down into a chair with a massive spoon, a tub of ice-cream, and a large slice of pie on a plate. Dean was staring at her, and when she raised her eye-brows, he looked away. "So why are you up, don't you have school in the morning?" Dean asked. Isabella sighed, looked at him and said "Today was messed up, what with the date and Evie showing up. I just can't sleep, it is all too much. I feel like I already have enough on, and then I just get bogged down with more. My school work already takes enough time without social drama." Dean looked at her thoughtfully, eating his pie without ever even looking at it. "I am sorry about Sammy, he was out of line. I understand why you do it, and I think you are right to. I know that Sam is also sorry, and he wishes you would consider giving him another chance." He said the last part in a soft, sad tone, almost wistful. His voice had the gorgeous low quality it always had, and Belle wished he talked more often. He said goodnight, and left to go back to the couch, to try to sleep. After he did this, Isabella realized she never found out why he had been up.

"Hey. Hey, Isabella. Wake up. Come on, you'll be late. And also, can I finish your pie?" Dean's voice broke into Belle's dream, as she realized that she was being woken up. As she sat up, she found she was still in the kitchen, and it was 8 am. "Crap" She muttered, grabbing the ice-cream, throwing it in the freezer, grabbing random snacks from the cupboard and running to her room. She threw everything in her bag, put on her school uniform and raced out the door, barely remembering to lock it. Dean had come flying out after her, grabbing his jacket on the way out. 'I'll drive you, you won't make it now, its 8:30." He said, and she climbed in, not even bothering to put her bag in the back seat. Pulling up to school, tired from lack of sleep and having a rough night, she didn't even think to get out, she just sat there. Dean gently prodded her, signalling her to go. She smiled gratefully, said thanks, and got out. As the Impala sped away, all Isabella could think of was how she was living in a messed up life. Walking through the school gate, her friends came up to her and started the endless gossip, making Belle miss the kitchen bench.