The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Saving People

The necklace was beautiful, and Isabella put it on once she woke up. As she moved away from Dean, he continued trying to keep her beside him as he woke up, not really sure what was happening, just knowing someone was leaving. He smiled at her sleepily, as she read the calling card. Sure, being the daughter of the King of Hell meant she could have a rough time, but it did come with perks. Dean looked at her as she admired her new necklace. It was simple, silver, and it hung from her neck - not too long, but not enough to choke her either. Well, at least she liked silver. Dean continued to stare at her, and when she turned around to look at him, he smiled at her. "Sorry about Sammy, Isabella. He was a douche, and you didn't deserve that." She smiled at him, a tired smile. "Its okay. Are you still going hunting? Cause I want in." Dean looked at her for a moment. Considering. "It won't be safe. I can't promise that you will be okay." She laughed. "When can you ever promise that? But I want to make a difference. Please." Isabella gave him a winning smile, and he melted. "Fine. But only if you promise not to eat my pie." 

As they drove away together, Dean made it slightly less awkward by blasting his rock music, causing Sam and Isabella to complain. But it only made it slightly less awkward. With their break up still fresh, as was the argument, Sam and Isabella weren't really talking. At all. So what could be better than a 10+ hour drive together? Luckily, Dean was there, and he made jokes every once in a while, but eventually Isabella decided it would be easier to just sleep. Some time later, she woke up to raised voices. "Shut up, Sammy! You will wake her. Now stop acting like a bitch and get over it." Dean's voice was low and angry, and in her sleepy state, Isabella could barely make out what he was saying. "Dean, she broke up with me because I was never around. And now we broke up, she suddenly wants to hunt?" Isabella frowned, and decided to speak up. "Well, you guys never gave me the option before. But now, I am stronger, and more sure of myself. So I didn't let you boys choose. I get to do what I want, okay? And I like you, Sam. But if on hunts you were trying to protect me instead of your brother, or doing your job, countless people could be hurt, including you two. But I have been training, and studying, and learning. You no longer have to constantly worry about me. And also, you can be really overprotective." And with that off her chest, she promptly fell asleep again, the effort of making her point draining her.

Getting to their destination, Sam went and got two rooms, and Dean unpacked the car. Isabella woke up, ready to go, until she realized that they were just going to stay the night before actually hunting. They all went into their respective rooms, but soon there was a knock on Isabella's. Dean poked his head in, as Belle stopped doing a weapons inventory, and got up. "Uh, Sammy wants some time to himself, so can we share?" Dean asked in a sheepish tone, looking at the two beds in Belle's room. She smiled, agreed, and went back to checking the weapons. Dean dumped his stuff on the bed, and went to the bathroom to have a shower. Hearing the water running, Isabella waited for her turn. But she was going to be waiting a while. Dean's voice came floating from the bathroom, singing Eye of the Tiger, causing Belle to giggle quietly to herself. 

He eventually came out, wearing a towel, and motioning for her to go. "I hope you didn't use all the hot water, Dean..." Isabella called as she locked herself in the bathroom, turning on the water. 15 minutes later, while in the middle of washing her hair, Isabella noticed that the water wasn't as warm. 5 minutes after that, Dean heard Belle's shrieks and curses from the bathroom because the water was cold. He laughed, and when she came out of the bathroom later on, shivering and scowling, he smiled prettily at her, and threw her a robe. An hour later, they sat on one of the beds together, watching a movie together. They also were eating pie, and Dean kept a close eye on Isabella so she wouldn't steal it. Dean started speaking, and he didn't use Belle's name, instead he used a different one. "Where did you hear that name?" Isabella asked, voice ice cold. "Crowley told us..." Dean said. "Let me make one thing very clear. That is not my name. It is the name Crowley gave me, but it is not my name. Do not use it. Use Isabella, or even Belle if you must, but not that." And with that, Isabella turned off the movie, and walked out, saying she would stand guard.

The next morning, Dean explained they had to get information, to see if they were hunting a Wendigo as Sam had presumed. So Isabella asked if she could try and get it. Sam scoffed lightly, but they agreed to let her try on her own. The brothers left to get breakfast, and when they came back, Isabella was wearing a short, white dress, a black leather jacket, black sunglasses, and black heels. She still wore the silver necklace from Crowley, and had her hair tied back, then looped in on itself to hide the hair tie and make her hair seem nice. She smiled at the boys as she grabbed a purse, the coffee they had bought her (she had finally started to drink the stupid stuff, and sometimes it wasn't bad) and left, leaving the brothers standing there. An hour later, she returned, successful. It had been easy. She had simply said that she was new in town, her father had been a cop before he died, and she was worried for her safety. The man at the police station had reassured her, given her all the details, and she 'fainted', so while she was lying down to recover, she grabbed the files, took images of them, and then left. Easy. The brothers gave her some grudging respect at her simple scared girl act. She sat on Dean's knee at the place they had gone to for lunch was packed, and they were hunting down an extra chair. Sam seemed to mind, for some reason. Wonder why?

That evening, after Sam and Dean had gone trailing suspects, and found the person responsible, they got ready to get him. Isabella had changed into jeans, a black tank top, and flats with knives hidden in them. She still wore the black leather jacket from the morning, and Crowley's necklace. She wasn't planning on taking it off. They got their flamethrowers, and went out to find the Wendigo. It was Belle's job to protect any civilian they came across. They found the Wendigo in an alley, cornering a young girl. Isabella grabbed her, told her to get back, then stood between the Wendigo and the girl. It lunged at her, tried to grab her, but Sam and Dean began torching the thing until it was a crisp. They accidentally set Isabella's jeans on fire in the process, luckily an old pair with stains covering them, and promptly tried to put it out. On the way back to the motel, both boys apologized, and promised her new jeans. They were now in tatters, and were barely holding together. Back at the room, Dean watched her change out of them, throwing them in the bin. Noticing Dean watching, Isabella threw a hairbrush and toothpaste at him, to tell him to stop. He didn't.

Unknown to Belle and Dean, Crowley stood outside, watching him. He didn't approve of the Winchesters, or their interest in his daughter. He was going to keep his eye on them. And it would be easy, thanks to the tracker in the necklace.