The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

A Birthday And A Tip - Dying Hurts

The demons were annoyed. Babysitting duty? Really? They were DEMONS. Not babysitters. They weren't even getting paid. Also, those damn Winchesters were always around, so how were they supposed to keep a close eye when they had to keep ducking away? It had been a month. A month of watching Crowley Jr. She was so sappy, always looking at the elder Winchester. Stupid bitch. But she was dangerous, she had killed a couple of demons last week, a nest of vampires the week before. And the Winchesters always backed her up. Both demons were bored. They were essentially there to make sure she didn't die. For some reason. Sure, she was Crowley's daughter, but she was boring. It was simply a repeat each day. Skimpy outfit, charm people, get information, find a 'monster', kill it, stare at Winchester, kiss him, drive off. Repeat. She was a stupid one, but she knew how to manipulate people. At least she was like Crowley in that respect. Alyssa was stubborn, and they had been told that she would kill them if she knew they were there, so they kept a low profile. But the Winchesters were starting to suspect. So they returned to Hell with their report. 

In Hell, Crowley knew it was almost Alyssa's birthday. What to get a hunter who is the daughter of the King of Hell? Clothes? A baby demon to raise? A knife? He sat there, as the demons gave their report, distracted. He didn't really know Alyssa (or Isabella as she liked to be called) very well, and he regretted it. She even defended a Winchester against him. Such a rebellious daughter. She still wore the skimpy clothes, but her hair was a normal colour now, and it was longer again. She looked good. But Crowley didn't like how guys were looking at her when she went out. He preferred when she wore her hunting gear, which caused most guys to steer clear of her. She could handle herself, but those stupid Winchesters were apparently following her like a puppy. And she was doing the same to them. There was an idea. A puppy. Everyone needs a good dog. Maybe give her a knife and a dog... Sorted. Well, just to go visit her. Now, what sort of cake?

Isabella woke to the noise of running, and instantly got her knife out from under her pillow. But then she focused on what was happening, and she saw the Winchesters frozen, Sam lighting some candles on a cake, and Dean holding a present, both looking over at her. "Would you like me to go back to sleep and forget I saw this?" Belle offered. "That would be good.." Dean said sheepishly. She smiled and laid back down, and five minutes later opened her eyes to the Winchesters leaning over her, singing happy birthday, holding a cake. She smiled, sat up, and proceeded to hug both brothers at once, laughing. "Thank you!" She said happily. "Sammy has a present for you.." Dean said. Sam smiled nervously. "So, I know that you were wanting a break, so today, I will be charming people with my dashing good looks, and you can spend the day with Dean, and take a break." Isabella smiled, and chuckled. "Well, it means I will be missing out on your stunning good looks all day, huh? Then I think that the next town we hit, Dean should do the charming, and we can hang out. Okay?" Sam smiled and nodded in turn. "So I had better be heading out, but your gifts are from BOTH OF US. Regardless of what Dean says." And he kissed the top of her head, and left.

"So its you and me today, baby." Dean said, sitting on the bed next to Belle, as she was eating cake. He had declined, but she said that he had to. Cake was made to be shared. She closed her eyes, in a happy place, when all of a sudden "Hello darling" came from the foot of the bed. Isabella's eyes flew open, and she almost choked on her cake. "Son of a bitch!" She swore, as she struggled to breathe. Crowley looked at her with a smirk. "Love, I think that the Squirrel is rubbing off on you." She glared at him, as Dean reached for a knife. "Oh, come now. I am here to celebrate Alyssa's birthday!" She frowned at him. "Oh, Isabella of course. And here you are." He handed her a wrapped box, and she hesitantly opened it. Inside was a knife, a gorgeous one, with a carved handle. It was wicked sharp, and she tested it out, throwing it between her hands. It was perfectly balanced. "Thank you, but you really didn't have to get me anything." She said, almost shyly. "Of course I did! And I have another gift." Suddenly, a growling noise flooded the room, and she jumped up, knife ready, Dean holding her cake. "I got you a dog! Well, hellhound. He is yours to command. Happy Birthday love. Now, I will return this evening, so please make sure the Winchesters aren't around. Also, there should be a cake delivered in about 5 minutes. Enjoy. Goodbye darling." And with that, he was gone. 

The hellhound seemed to be obeying her, but it was hard to tell as, oh, she couldn't see it. But judging by where the growling was coming from, it seemed pretty big, and she hesitantly put her hand out. It bumped against it, and she scratched against it. There was a thud, and it seemed like it had fallen to the fall, and it let out a happy whine. Who knew? She sent it away, and she sat back down next to Dean. "Thanks" She said as she took her cake back. Dean's eyes were wide, looking slightly confused. "Well, our presents don't really compete with your own hellhound." He said, looking a bit disappointed. She grabbed his face, and kissed him gently, pulling away to say "Well, i think they will be perfect." He grinned and tried to kiss her again, but she hopped up and walked over to the table where there were five presents stacked, waiting for her. In front of them, there was a cheesy card, and a gift card for her favorite shop. The gifts included a dress and two tops, a notebook and pen for story ideas that would randomly strike and disappear, an iTunes gift card with a couple CD's of her favorite artist, P!NK, some more throwing knives (her favorite kind), and an album of photos taken with Evie, Dean and Sam, together with Isabella. There was the time they had all gotten ice-creams, and it had melted everywhere, one of Isabella sleeping in the Impala, Dean, Sam and Isabella taking a selfie (at Isabella's request) with a funny sign... It went on and on. "You are not alone, Isabella." Dean said in a quiet voice, wrapping his arms around her. 

They spent the day shopping, using the new gift cards, trying new food (including a new flavor of ice-cream) and when they got back, they spent a lot of time laughing, talking and kissing. She also spent some time writing, and Dean read it, much to Isabella's annoyance. Sam returned later, with Isabella's favorite take out (KFC) for dinner. They sat around, watching a movie, laughing and talking, not paying attention. Dean had devoured his meal and was trying to take Sam's. They took more pictures, and ate Crowley's cake for dessert, as Dean and Isabella had finished off the first cake. Crowley came back later, and gave her a set of glasses, with which she could see her hellhound. It would only ever obey her, not even Crowley could control him. She had decided to name him Dylan, or Dan for short. Both brothers were slightly uneasy, but they admitted that the extra protection wouldn't be bad. Belle was wearing her new dress, and had all her new knives strapped to her, and had Crowley's necklace on, as always. 

But the next day, when they went out hunting the next night, something happened. A werewolf pack seemed to expect them, but they seemed to get them all. As they discussed dinner, a werewolf jumped out, and grabbed Isabella, clawing at her. It ripped at her heart and she gasped, not getting any air into her lungs. The Winchesters attacked the thing, killing it. But it was too late. The damage was done. Two demons appeared, but as the Winchesters were about to attack them, they explained why they were there. Dean leaned over Isabella protectively, and whispered to her that she was going to be okay, that she was fine, that he couldn't live without her. But it was no use. As he held her, she died in his arms. Sam collapsed to the ground, stunned at the sudden turn of events, as Dean stood up and threatened to murder every sonsofbitches in the world. But nothing was bringing Belle back. When Crowley heard, he went to attack the Winchesters for letting his daughter be hurt, but they held him off, going away in the Impala. But Isabella was gone. And the three men in her life all vowed vengeance.

But this is not the end. No. Isabella wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.