The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Sickness, Being Alone and Changes

Waking up the next morning was hard for Isabella. Her eyes hurt for the tears the day before, her nose was blocked, and voice croaky. She was on the couch, Dean beside her, asleep. After untangling herself from him, she slowly made her way to the kitchen, but her head started to pound from a headache. Taking some headache tablets, a throat lozenge, and a glass of water, she grabbed a box of tissues to take back with her to the couch. Evie was still sleeping in her room, and Isabella refused to sleep near her. She had changed the night before into comfortable clothes, and had a shower, so she felt set for most of today. Also, it was a good excuse to get away from Sam and Evie. She was barely speaking to Dean, but was on a full strike against Sam and Evie. Dean had asked hesitantly the night before if she would speak to them, though he made sure to mention he didn't like their behavior, but she refused to even consider it. She was cut deep, and broken up inside. They deserved to feel some pain after causing her so much.  

Belle spent the week off school, calling in sick. Her friends brought over school work, but other than that, it was almost like solitary confinement. Dean was silently there, supporting her. Evie dragged Sam out of the house most days, her with an angry look, him with a regretful look. She assumed they were together, though Evie had a boyfriend. Dean asked her about that, but apparently they had broken up. Isabella wasn't sure about that, but the angry voicemail's from him indicated that may be the case. Dean was great at helping her. He even helped clean, though he obviously wasn't a natural cleaner at heart. But it was sweet, and he also went and brought home a whole range of food as they started getting short. He took care of her, making sure she ate, stayed clean (not physically taking her to the shower, but picking her up and dumping her in the bathroom, locking her in until she had cleaned herself), and just generally being there. But one day, the brothers left. They had gotten a call, and went, Sam with his sorry's and big, sad eyes, and Dean with his gruff voice and kind words. 

Months passed, and Isabella went to school, and got two part time jobs. Evie went back to University, worked multiple jobs and sent Belle money when she could. A distant relative, a great uncle four times removed or something, sent money weekly. As time went on, Belle grew stronger, and independent, and did well in school. She had her good days, where she could laugh and be happy, and days where she would cry and exclude herself. But on the whole, she survived. She even did pretty well for herself, though she no longer ate as much, and withdrew into herself more. Evie and Belle still weren't talking, though Evie tried. Life was going well. Isabella still hunted, and also tried to discover more about her parents killers and what group they belonged to (the men had died in the basement because of their wounds. Also, Isabella 'forgot' to feed them occasionally) but with no luck. The cats had grown slightly, and were good company. They made her feel less alone, and provided some entertainment, attacking each other playfully, and exploring. The mice thing though was annoying. Isabella felt she needed a change, so she changed her wardrobe with the little money she had saved, cut and dyed her hair, and wore tighter, nicer things. It helped to charm monsters before she killed them.

So when the brothers rolled back into town, they didn't recognize her at first. Dean did a double take, and showed Sammy how Isabella had changed as they drove past her school. Belle didn't notice the black Impala, caught up in her calculus textbook, dark red hair covering part of her face. That was one thing that didn't change - her excitement to learn. She walked straight home, not noticing the Impala was parked out the front of her house, not seeing the two brothers sitting on the steps. This meant it was a massive surprise when she tripped over them. "WHAT THE HELL?!" She screeched, startled. Dean quickly helped her up, apologizing. After cautiously inviting them in, they explained that they were in town, checking on her, and said they had leads from the group that had killed her parents. They didn't have much, just a name. Protenhunters. Isabella thought that the slang name demonhut was better. Sort of like Pizza hut. But for demons to order humans to do their bidding. 0800 demn hut. Had a nice ring.