The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

A Whole Lotta Talking and Cookies

After Sam carried Evie into Isabella's room, leaving them to grieve together, and holding each other like they might drown, he made his way over to Dean. "We have to talk" Sam said, looking over at the men he had tied up. "Before they wake up." Dean looked at him, then said in a quiet, low voice "Sammy, we are not having this talk." Sam looked at him, an angry expression covering his face. "NO Dean, we are! Isabella is my girl, and I am glad you are taking care of her for me, but she is mine! I am supposed to take care of her, and you need to remember that. What is going on with you, Dean? Why are you acting like this? Are you trying to hurt me?" Dean cut him off, suddenly and quickly, a fury in his eyes that Sam rarely saw. "Sammy, you are my brother, and I would never do anything to hurt you." He said in a dangerously low voice. "Then why do you keep stepping in for me when it comes to Isabella? She is my girl.." At this point, Sam was cut off by Isabella, who had come out of her room at Sam's raised voice, leaving Evie to sleep. "How dare you." She hissed at him. "I am no ones, but myself. I understand that we went on 2 dates together, but don't think for one second that you own me. I am my own person, and although I needed your help tonight, that will never happen again. I am strong enough to survive this, and I don't need to rely on anyone. You are a great guy, and I liked our date tonight, but don't think for one second that I am yours."

Both brothers looked stunned, as she also went on to say "And keep your voice down, Evie is trying to sleep. But these men look like they are waking up, so stop bickering over who helped me to my room, and start getting ready to find out who the hell killed my parents." With that, she went back to her room for a moment, reappearing with a knife in each hand. "Have you done the tests?" She asked, in a low voice. Dean nodded silently, and she tapped her foot impatiently, as he said "They seem to be human." Isabella looked over at them, then back at the brothers. She silently held the knives out, and they hesitantly took them. Walking back to her room, she curled up next to her sister, falling asleep to the sound of the Winchesters discovering information about her parents killers.

An hour later, the quietly came into Isabella's room, and gently woke the sisters. Evie almost punched Dean when he tried to wake her, and Belle let out a gasp, trying to get away from Sam as he woke her. Seeing it was just him, she settled, but was still cautious. "Who are they Sam?" She asked quietly. Evie looked at Dean with the same expectation. Dean started to speak but Sam cut him off. "They are humans that believe that our... job.. is wrong." Evie and Isabella looked confused. "What the hell does that mean, huh?" Evie demanded. Dean answered this time. "They know all about demons, but don't believe there is a heaven. They think that all there is after death is hell, and are determined to help demons to try and escape torture when they die. They also believe that demons are supposed to control the Earth. They are messed up." "But why us? Why our parents?" Isabella asked tentatively. "They saw your sister in action a couple weeks ago, and followed her here. They must have thought you all were hunters, and decided to kill all of you." Sam answered. Evie sat rock still, letting out a little gasp, eyes filled with tears, muttering "my fault, my fault" over and over. Isabella hugged her, talking quietly and slowly, saying it wasn't her fault, it was the men's fault, it would be alright. Evie looked at her, and nodded. "It wasn't my fault. It was yours." 

Belle gasped, stunned. Evie continued talking. "We are hunters, and our parents weren't. We had to protect them, and you failed. You were taken out in one blow! I at least went down fighting, but there were three men, and two of us. You should have helped me! Instead, you just sat in a daze, and just LET THEM DIE!" Evie screamed the last part. "You killed them!" She cried, running out of the room, out the front door, out into the cold night. Belle sat there, stunned, tears leaking down her face. "Sam" She said quietly. "Go after her, make sure she is ok." Sam looked at her, confused. "But what about you?" "I will be fine, I still have her cookies."

After Sam left, going to track down Evie, Dean came back in with cookies. They sat silently beside each other, the only sound was of them eating the cookies. Dean turned and looked at Isabella's tear stained face, and said "It wasn't your fault. You called us. You saved us, and we saved you. If it wasn't for you, your whole family would be dead, and we would have no clue who did it. You saved Evie, Isabella." She started to cry, and Dean wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as she let out little gasps, then muttered "But I couldn't save them, Dean. I failed." Dean looked down at her, and said "You didn't fail. If you failed, you would be dead. But you saved everyone you could. You even saved us! You are incredible, Isabella, and don't forget it. Evie is mad because she blames herself, so she tries to blame someone else. But she is wrong. If its anyone's fault, its hers." From the lounge room/kitchen, there came the sound of fake vomiting, and of a voice saying "No sappy love crap!"

Later on, after throwing the men in the basement before deciding what to do with them, Dean and Belle sat on the couch. Sam and Evie hadn't returned yet, and Belle was worried. Dean and Belle had already eaten all the cookies, and it was getting really late. Isabella was still wearing the date dress, and was about to get changed, when she heard a car pull up. She raced outside, and saw Sam kissing Evie, and let out a gasp. Standing there frozen, Isabella felt her whole life crashing around her. Her parents were dead, her sister mad at her, said sister making out with Belle's boyfriend (was he really? She didn't know, but she thought so, but it didn't mean they owned each other) and after Sam taking her out on a date just hours before. She fell to the ground, grabbing Sam and Evie's attention. Sam got out, walked over to her in two long strides, and started to apologize, but it made no difference. He picked her up, took her back to the house, but she didn't even notice. She was no longer able to notice anything. She was broken.

The yelling match between Sam and Dean that night was huge. Like an earthquake couldn't have been bigger. Evie also tried to get involved, but was quickly blocked from the conversation, almost like a Facebook chat. The brothers argued, yelled, got defensive, blamed each other for various things. They essentially went to town on each other, both mad about what had happened to Isabella. Evie went and baked two batches of cookies and a cake, trying to calm down, but it didn't work. She had kissed Sam, and it had been very one-sided. She felt guilty, so she made all of Belle's favorites, like that would make it better. But Isabella was still unresponsive, ignoring the world and holing up in her mind, destroyed by the day. She knew nothing of what was happening, reliving every painful moment the day had flung at her. She was laid on the couch, and the brothers yelled less than 5 feet from her, yet she paid them no heed. It was almost like she was dead to the world. 

Isabella rejoined the world the next day, in the middle of the day. It was a weekend (thank goodness), and no one was about. Well, no one was awake, at any rate. Dean was asleep on a chair, and Sam and Evie were not present. Probably wrapped in each others arms, Isabella thought bitterly. She walked slowly to the kitchen, aching from sleeping/sitting in a dazed state in an awkward position on the couch. She found the kitchen filled with all her favorites, so she grabbed them all and headed back into the lounge, going onto a laptop and writing. She didn't notice Dean wake up, but she did notice him trying to touch her food. Without looking up, she said "No." Dean looked at her stunned. Here she was, awake, seemingly fine, and denying him food. So, he went into the kitchen, got a random assortment of food, and went back to his chair, turning on the TV in the process. 

And that was how the day progressed. Dean seemed to understand that Belle needed her space. When Sam got up, she completely ignored him, and Evie as well, though she did eat Evie's baking. That stuff was good. That evening, after Sam and Evie had pestered her for hours non-stop, and after Isabella had written a 50 part story, she snapped.She yelled, screamed, said she felt betrayed, and told them not to speak to her. She would decide when it had been long enough for her to get over. They went silently back to their rooms, seeming to understand not to mess with her. Dean came and sat with her, not talking, just listening to her sob and cry, and talk about how broken she was. And he held her as she drifted off to sleep, nightmares plaguing her, and yet reality offered her no escape. But Dean silently vowed to help her overcome this, and also hoped she gave Sammy hell for what he had done to this broken girl. One of the cats meowed at him, then another, wanting food. He glared at them, but found some food and gave it to them, knowing that Isabella would want that.