The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Hunting Things

Crowley continued keeping tabs on Isabella and the Winchesters over the next couple of months. Things seemed to improve between Belle and the Moose (NOT Beauty and the Beast, though that would be an accurate description) and they became very close friends again. Squirrel seemed to not be able to take his eyes off of her, but he did a decent job protecting her, taking a bullet and two bite marks for her. But Isabella was still good at hunting. She even managed to take out one of the demons following her on Crowley's orders. Also, her outfits were normally on the skimpy side, and it made him angry the way boys would look at her, especially the Winchesters. Though he was proud of her, but wished she would stop taking out demons. He planned on taking her on a little father-daughter bonding trip to Hell, and it wouldn't do if she kept making enemies, it meant he would have to be constantly by her side. But he could tell she was independent, and could handle the Winchesters. But she always seemed to be looking at Dean....

A couple of months after they started hunting together again, they were where they usually were - in the Impala, driving down a road to a new town. Isabella was in the back, headphones in to try and keep Dean's music out, Sam was sleeping, and Dean was driving. No one ever drove but Dean. Isabella suggested it once when he looked on the brink of falling asleep at the wheel, but one look at his face told her that would never happen. They stopped at a new motel, Sam and Dean took one room, Isabella another. They swapped it out who had the room to themselves, and it was her turn. She and Sam were on a friendly basis, and they were often researching together. Dean still annoyed her, and teased her, but whenever they needed information out of someone, she was the preferred choice, as Dean and Sam's faces were now on wanted posters again, for the usual - destruction of property, impersonating officials, murder. So she usually conducted the investigations, much to the brothers annoyance. But seeing her outfits did help. She wore short skirts and dresses, and always looked good. The heels helped add a little height, so she came closer to Dean's height, but she was still the short one. Oh well. She could still kick ass.

They hunted all manner of things across the country - vampires, werewolves, demons, and even a shapeshifter once. But the brothers were always the one taking point, and getting hurt. Sure, she found who it was, interrogated people, and was there to back them up, but they never let her take point. She never got to save them. And she could, she knew it. She was skilled, and intelligent. Sure, she would sometimes knock something over and give them away, or trip, but it only happened 3 times! So when they went after a ghoul, she went to hunt it on her own, before the brothers were ready to go. She already knew who it was, she had charmed quite a few guys before finding the right one. So as the brothers got ready, she slipped out, all prepared in her hunting gear. Neither Sam or Dean knew, being in a separate room, and when they were finally ready, they waited for Isabella to come in. Half way across town, Isabella was hunting. The son of a bitch had fed on someone else, and changed form. She now had no clue who it was. She had been afraid of this, which is why she had wanted to hunt it earlier, but of course the brothers had taken her out for lunch instead. Suddenly, her world went black as she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head, and fell into unconsciousness.

Sam and Dean were getting worried at this point. Isabella was normally more organised and ready earlier than this. So Dean went next door, knocked, and went in. He swore when he saw she wasn't there. He knew she had been wanting to prove herself as a hunter, and she must have thought hunting by herself would prove it. He went back to his room, and tried to call Isabella, but there was no reply. Dean and Sam got in the Impala, then went out searching for her. Meanwhile, Isabella was tied up in an abandoned house, one by a graveyard, as the view out the window provided. "There is no one to save you, sorry honey." A sugary voice said, and Belle whipped her head to look at the ghoul. She was tied to a chair, and her hands were tied behind her back. In case of such situations, Isabella had two phones, one for a front pocket, her normal one, and one for her back pocket, in case she had to try to grab on while she was tied up. She reached the phone, pulled it out, then proceeded to make an emergency call to Dean, as he was her emergency contact in the phone.

Dean got a phone call from Isabella's emergency phone, and he knew something must be wrong. As he answered, he heard Isabella talking, and he tried hard not to swear as he realized she had been kidnapped by the ghoul. "So how cliche can you get, huh? You take me to an abandoned house, by a graveyard, and tie me up to a chair. Like, can you at least try to be original? Or is that too much for you, honey?" Isabella said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She hoped Dean had got her call, and tried to make it as obvious as possible for him to find her. The ghoul looked at her spitefully as she continued talking. "Come on, why not a spa? Or a beautiful garden, tied to a tree? Just something ORIGINAL. Of course, when I get kidnapped, I like my kidnapper to be cliche and take me to a rotting house, that has dark colours and broken, dusty furniture. And what graveyard is that? Because I want to laugh about how cliche this is. And like a cliche, you will get your ass kicked, and I will be rescued. Hopefully by a handsome stranger." The ghoul slapped her across the face, which made her shut up for all of .5 seconds. "Yeah, cause doing that is really gonna stop me talking. Sure. In your dreams." The ghoul screamed in frustration. "JUST. SHUT. UP." It screamed.

At that moment, Dean burst through the door. Of the wrong house. It was on the other side of the grave yard, and Isabella cursed in frustration, Dean doing the same thing on the other side. Belle spoke loudly and clearly, hoping Dean was still listening. "If your going to slap me, do it on the OTHER SIDE YOU IDJIT." Dean turned, and saw Isabella in the window, and started to run, as she rolled her eyes. Just as the ghoul decided it had had enough, Dean burst in, Sam following him. "Took you long enough, I gave you CLEAR directions." Isabella called out to them. Dean simply glared at her as he bashed the ghouls face in. Sam raced over and untied her, making sure she was okay. Dean came over, yelled at her for 5 minutes straight, Sam backing him, and then pulled her into a tight hug. "Aww, how sweet." Crowley said, watching them. Dean instantly leapt to defend Isabella, standing in front of her, glaring. Crowley chuckled, and said, "I am simply here to see Alyssa." Isabella glared at him. "Well two things. First - my name is Isabella, its not Alyssa, because you didn't raise me. Second, why didn't you come five minutes earlier and save me? So no. You will not be coming to see me until you justify both points. And you have two hours to think on it before you come to me with reasonable answers!" And with that said, she stomped out, the brothers following her hesitantly.

Being in the car with a pissed off Isabella was on either brothers top ten favorite things to do. Once they got back, she immediately went to her room, went on her laptop, and wrote. She wrote pages and pages, missing the comfort of words on a page. She hadn't written in forever, and she had missed it. Dean knocked, and hesitantly came in, holding pizza and pie as a sign to please not kill him. She smiled at him, and he sat next to her on the bed, offering her food. She gratefully accepted, thanking him not just for the food, but also for the rescue. He chuckled, and said that she could lead point sometimes, so long as she didn't try to play hero again. She laughed and agreed, and Dean switched her computer for the pizza box as he began to read what she had written. Belle turned scarlet and begged him not to, but it made no difference. Once he was done, Dean looked at her and started praising her, telling her she was amazing. She kept her head down, and said she wasn't, and he lifted up her head, looked her deep in her eyes and kissed her. "And what are you doing with my daughter, Squirrel?!" Crowley's voice boomed.

Just want to thank my friends for pushing me to write this, and to keep at it. This is for you. Hope you enjoy it, and i look forward to writing more parts for all of you to read!