The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

The Family Business

Dean and Isabella jumped apart, startled, and looking sheepish. Crowley looked like he was about to explode as he walked quickly over to Dean. Belle jumped between them, saying anything to calm Crowley. But the fury he had in his eyes was not going away, but he stepped back, and Isabella sat on the end of the bed, hands up in a non threatening way. "Why are you here?" She asked hesitantly, not wanting to make him mad. "I came to answer your demands, love." Crowley said in a measured tone, eyes still burning with fire. "So, darling, I will answer you if you answer something for me, after I am done. I call you Alyssa because I cannot accept that I have been without you for your whole life. I use it to show I care and have been thinking about you. And I didn't save you because I didn't know you were in trouble. If you had have asked for me, I would have come. But you didn't. So, love, I now have a question for you. What were you doing with the Winchester?" 

Isabella didn't answer for a minute, processing what her father had just said. When both guys looked at her expectantly, she stupidly said "We were kissing..." Like Crowley was blind. Sure. That would calm him down. "Love, I mean to ask why? Of all the men in the world, why the Squirrel?" Isabella rolled her eyes, showing she didn't like his judgmental tone. "Well, why do you have to call him that? And also, in this life, how many men are actually available to me? Who actually like me for me? Not for my clothes, or my flirting, but for me. Nerdy, clumsy, badass me. Well, Dean does, and I happen to like him." Isabella paused, and Crowley took the opportunity to jump in. "Well, this has been fun, but I really need to get going, love." Isabella frowned. "But I will be seeing you again. On a more regular basis, as I gave you a reasonable answer. But this conversation about Winchester is NOT over. Bye, love." And with that, he was gone. All that was left in the room was a stunned Dean and Isabella, and a pizza box. 

Dean went next door, and Isabella was all alone. She started to cry, wishing that anyone but Crowley was her father. The world was a large, confusing place, and Crowley seemed to be trying to make her survive alone. No, actually. Scratch that. Just with him. Dean was going to stay away, Sam was only a friend, and Evie hated her. At that moment, Alana's name appeared on her phone. She answered the call, and she spilled everything to Alana in a rush, straight after "Hi". Not hunting, but the relationship struggle. Alana simply listened, and then gave her some advice. "Look, I know it may seem pretty messed up, and your real dad seems kind of hard, but you know what? He wasn't there, he doesn't know you, so just do what you feel is right." Isabella started to cry again, but she smiled and thanked her, checking in with how Alana was. Apparently everything was the same, and she was getting good grades, and made more friends. 

After they hung up, Isabella went next door. She knocked, and Sam answered. She saw Dean sitting on a bed, and asked Sam if he could go check out something for her, her tap wasn't working. Sam smiled at her, agreed, and went next door. Dean looked up at her, and smiled a sad smile. She walked over, without saying a word, and kissed him. Their lips moved fast and passionately, and he pulled her down onto the bed, not breaking the kiss. He had his fingers tangled in her hair, and she had one arm wrapped around his neck, one hand on his face. They broke apart for just a second, gasping, and then they were kissing again, gentler this time, simply wrapped up in the moment, both convinced it was a dream, but a dream that would never end. And then the door opened, and they broke apart. Seriously, they needed to learn to lock doors. It was just getting embarrassing. 

Sam walked in, happy that the tap was fine, when he saw them. He looked, and stared, and didn't say anything. Isabella got up, cheeks blazing, and ran out of the room. She darted past Sam as she went back to her own room, muttering a quick thank you. Sam looked at Dean in such a way that said Seriously?! Dean looked pissed. "Next time, if someone asks for their tap to be fixed, understand it means leave. For a long time." Sam sighed, said "Dude, seriously? Isabella?" as he fell onto the bed, looking irritated. "What can I say, Sammy? She is incredible. And badass." Dean said with a smile. Sam grunted, and turned off the lights. Meanwhile, in the next room, Isabella was being attacked, and having her head bashed into a wall. Not that the brothers seemed to notice. She screamed, and yelled "YOU IDJITS NEXT DOOR! A BIT OF HELP WOULD BE NICE?!" And with that, Sam and Dean leapt into action.

The second ghoul was killed easily enough, but being bashed into a wall was not fun for Isabella. She was pissed, that the second ghoul had come for revenge, and decided bashing her head in would somehow help. Sure, yelling wasn't the best option for the person attacking, but it could have decided that the whole stealth and freaky tactic was not a good one. Like, standing silently by the window, waiting? Creepy. She was shaking, without realizing it, and Dean held her, trying to calm her down as tears started flowing freely down her face. "Dean, who does this? What reasonable person goes hunting things that go bump in the night, and gets attacked, and kills monsters? All I wanted to do was do well in school, maybe go to university. But this.. this thing, its messed up. I can't do it, Dean. I am not strong enough." She sobbed uncontrollably, and Sam stood there awkwardly as Dean comforted her. Not his strongest area of expertise, but he was going to do his damn best to help her. She had been broken, and had put herself again. He was not going to let her break again. "Listen to me. If we didn't do this, how many people would die? Who would save everyone? Sure, someone else could. But we know about it, and we can't just sit back and watch the world go to Hell. I won't. I will hunt every son of a bitch I can. Because we can stop other people having to go through this. Okay? We have to stand up for those who can't. Sure, you have to sacrifice a lot. We all do. But the things we do? Saving others? That makes it worth it."

That evening, Dean stayed in Isabella's room, making sure she was okay. She woke up two times, shaking and crying, and each time he comforted her. Sam also stayed, standing watch, and he had also told her about the difference she made. She had hugged him, and thanked them both. Sam had smiled, and promised to get her her favorite ice-cream in the morning. That had made her smile, and chuckle. Both brothers had been relieved to see that. The next morning left everyone relieved, happy to be going. Dean went to pack, and Sam stayed to make sure that Isabella was okay, and help her pack. She gave him a massive hug, and said how she loved him like a brother, and how she was so grateful to have him. That made him happy, yet sad. He still loved her, but knew he had to move on. Dean came back, and they packed up the Impala. On the way out of town, they stopped for ice-cream. A tub, not that silly single serve crap. They also bought a spoon. And they rolled out of town, all thankful to be going. But Crowley wasn't done with them, and sent two demons to follow them. He was not going to lose his daughter. Not a chance in Hell.