The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Evie Acts Stupidly, and Crowley

However many month ago - 

Evie had stolen a broken car. Her luck. Oh, well. Sam would come soon, she was sure, or she could charm a guy to give her a ride. But then the familiar sound of the Impala came from down the road, and soon she could see it. She was saved. Thank god. The dark was never her favorite. But as it slowed, it didn't stop, it continued. She was shocked, stunned. And, in the back, was Isabella, staring at her as they went past. She was furious. How dare they?! Also, how had they gotten out? She had sent a message to Jason, saying what room she would be staying in to meet. So they decided to set off a bomb to kill her. Lovely. Afterwards, after a very angry call saying she was alive, Jason called her back, saying it was a mistake, that it was meant for Isabella. So they made a deal. For Isabella's head, she would work for them. Revenge was always sweetest when you actually stood a chance at getting it.

Now - 

Isabella was staying in an abandoned house outside of some town. It didn't matter anymore, all the names of towns merged together. She had cleaned it up, and made it livable. She always kept a pie and some beer on hand in case the brothers came. They always were leaving, going to save the world or this town or that city. She missed them desperately in her lonely existence, but she understood them well enough that if they stayed still, they would become crazy and angry, even more full of rage than normal. She knew they were coming back soon, they had called, and she had missed the sound of their voices. She thought back to their first hunt together, with the hellhound, and as if the very thought had conjured him into existence, Crowley appeared. Of course, with her headphones in blasting P!NK as loud as it could go, she didn't notice. Instead she continued to do dishes, head moving to the beat of the song. Crowley cleared his throat but it did no good. He frowned. He didn't enjoy being ignored. He was the King of Hell. He deserved respect. There was no way this little brat was ignoring him. Nuh-uh. 

Having her headphones yanked out of her ears and thrown into the hot water in the sink caused a weird shriek to escape from Isabella as she spun around in her bright yellow gloves and started punching, not caring who. Crowley laughed, watching how pissed Isabella was. She took off her gloves, and got out a knife, throwing it a Crowley. He disappeared and reappeared, right into a devils trap. Sucker. Now he looked slightly miffed. "Those were good headphones" Belle growled, staring at him through pinched eyes. "Sorry darling, but you were ignoring me. I am the King of Hell. You should not ignore me. There are worse things that could happen if you do." He smiled at her mockingly, and she hated it. "What do you want?" She asked in a biting tone, hating how aggravated he made her. "Oh, nothing. I have been watching you for a while, and you seem lonely. Did you know that your parents aren't your parents, by the way? Just wondering." She watched him, hating the words coming out of his mouth in that stupid British accent. "You lie, you son of a bitch." She snarled at him. "Oh, no. I'm not. You see, their baby died right from the start. Poor thing. Anyway, I happened to have a baby I didn't really want to be raised in Hell, so I gave it to them for a 'normal' upbringing. They already had one child, so it was perfect. And she fitted right in." He was smiling at her still, waiting for her to piece it together. 

An hour later, she and Crowley were still talking. Finding out the King of Hell is your dad is sort of scary news. He explained that she was only half demon, as her mother had been human, and died as a rouge demon killed her. Belle wasn't safe in Hell, so she was sent away. Turns out that Evie was a distant cousin, not a sister. No wonder they were so different. Crowley had tried to protect her from demons as best he could, but he couldn't always save her. That's why the hellhounds never attacked her. Her mind spinning, she let Crowley out of the devils trap. She still wasn't wholly convinced, but it did make sense. Why she was never the focus of any attacks. Why she picked up hunting so easily. Why she felt different. Crowley looked at her, and told her what her real name was. At that moment, the Impala came down the driveway, and Crowley said goodbye. As the brothers came in, all they saw was Isabella sitting on the couch, dishes half done, and a knife in the wall. They looked concerned, but she said she had been jumpy, and it had been the cats. They still had them, and brought them where ever they went, though Dean hated having them in his Baby. 

Isabella was scared to tell them what she had learned. What if they hated her, and treated her differently? She couldn't bare that. And what if they no longer liked her, and Sam didn't want to be her boyfriend? She couldn't lose anyone else right now, the brothers meant too much to her. As she went into a deep state of confusion as she continued to decide what to do, the brothers became concerned. After getting beer and pie, the brothers sat down, and started talking quietly. Sam wanted to talk to Belle alone, she was his girlfriend, but Dean was adamant that he be there. He still hadn't told Sammy about their shared moments, and he always felt slightly guilty. He wanted Sam to be happy, but Isabella.... At that moment, Isabella's phone went off, and she answered it. It was the most unexpected person on the other end, she fainted as she heard what was being said.

Evie was on the other line, and she was with Jason. Having failed to procure Isabella or the Winchesters, he had taken her instead. To save her sister, Isabella had to bring the brothers and herself, and exchange themselves for Evie. He also said that he would find her and kill her in every way possible and in the most painful possible ways if she didn't come. A day ago, she would have. But Evie wasn't her real sister, and she had always been cruel to her. Tried to take everything from her. So, when she woke up, and after telling the Winchester's what had happened, she called Jason. It was a short call, so they wouldn't trace it. It was a simple call, using only two words. "No, asshole." Plain and simple. Even he could understand it. When in doubt, sass was the way to go. Also Cas, if the situation called for it. 

Sam stared at her, a worried look on his face. He really needed to get some new facial expressions. Like, she was fine. Of course she was. It hadn't been a roller coaster day, full of revealed truths, people returning into her life, and creepy calls. She was fine. She could handle it. At that moment, a knock came from the door, and Crowley came barging in. He looked concerned, as she ran up to him and hugged him. She didn't know why, but he was apparently her father, and it meant that he must care at least a little for her to admit it. "What is it, love?" She had started crying, and the brothers looked at her, stunned. Seriously, how did she continue to constantly surprise them? She told Crowley about Jason, and his threat. He looked down at her, and gently pushed her away. "I will be back, darling. Don't worry. He will receive the finest Hell has to offer. In ways of torture he can't possibly imagine." And he left. Looking at Sam and Dean, she said "So, I am sure you are wondering what is going on..." 

But to the brother's horror, she wouldn't explain it to them. They asked, pleaded, and begged. They threatened, sat her down in a chair and talked to her, and played western music on full volume, but she wouldn't talk. She was the most irritating person they knew. So, they went out for a while, made a devils trap, and summoned Crowley. It took an hour to get him to talk. And once they knew, they went straight back to Isabella. She was huddled under a mountain of blankets, a hot chocolate held in her hands. "You know? Then you must hate me. So please, for how you treated me before, just leave. Don't yell, or curse, just leave. Please." Sam knelt in front of her, put his hands on her face, and kissed her. As they broke apart, Isabella had tears in her eyes, and tears sliding down her cheeks. "How do you not hate me?" Sam smiled, and laughed without humor. "I was Satan's vessel. I started the apocalypse. Why don't you hate me?" She laughed, and kissed him. Dean watched on, jealous of Sam, and how easily he had her. But he agreed with him. She was no monster. 

That evening was a good one. The little TV she had gotten was on the way out, but it managed to play most of The Shawshank Redemption. And when it did start to play up, everyone was already asleep, dreaming about happier things.

I felt this chapter needed to overlap the previous chapter to show how Evie became this way. And I know that this chapter is slightly confusing. But just hang in there :D It's about to get really interesting, I promise.