The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Meeting The Writer

As they were driving, off to hunt whatever Sam had found online, Dean's phone went off. Answering it, there was a weird conversation, and at the end, Dean turned the car around and started to drive in the opposite direction. Isabella and Sam sat there, confused. "Uh, Dean, who was that? Where are we going?" Sam asked, looking at Dean's hard face. "Chuck is in trouble, Sammy." Dean replied, a hard edge to his voice. "Uh, who?" Isabella asked. Sam turned around, took in Isabella's blank features, and said "Chuck. He is a prophet, well, our prophet. He foresees our future. Specifically. He actually released novels on us. But said they were fiction." Isabella looked at him wide eyed, and started giggling. "Do you have them?" She asked. "What?" Dean replied. "The novels." Isabella stated, looking at them innocently. Dean scoffed and Sam chuckled. "There is no way you are gonna get your hands on them." Dean said. For the rest of the trip, all Isabella could think of was meeting a real author. Becoming an author was her secret dream, not that the brothers knew. But she hoped one day to make it into a reality. Someday.

They arrived at Chuck's home, and knocked on the door. Isabella nervously shifted from one foot to another, unsure of what she was expecting. The door opened, and once he saw who was there, a relieved smile covered his features. "Oh, good , its you." He said, and the brothers smiled. "Hey Chuck." Dean said, barging his way into the house, Sam following suit with an apologetic smile for his brother. Isabella stood there, slightly awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Chuck looked at her, and she realized that she was just standing there, so she scuttled inside, cheeks turning red. And as she walked past him, she tripped and fell, with a loud thud that made the brothers run back from the kitchen, where they had been looking for beer. "You okay, Isabella?" Dean asked, helping her up. Isabella was mortified. Yeah, sure, make a good impression, Isabella. Smooth. "Fine." She said out loud, smiling to show everything was okay. Chuck was still looking at her, and she looked at him, eyebrows raised in a questioning look. He realized what he was doing, and looked away, going to sit in front of a computer, with pages littered over the desk.

As the Winchesters and Chuck discussed what was going on in the town, Isabella went over to the shelves, and saw the complete collection of Supernatural novels. Whats a nerd to do? So she sat down on a chair and started to read, losing track of time, losing herself in the story. She was starting the second book when the Winchesters finally noticed what she was doing. "Isabella!" Dean said, tone irritated. She didn't look up, didn't even notice him. So, he walked up to her, took the book off her, and put it on the table. "Hey!" Isabella said, indignant. "Look, you gonna help, or what?" Dean said. "Of course I am. I will stay here, and protect Chuck, in case it comes here. You boys can go hunt the thing, and it will all be good." Isabella replied, her face the picture of innocence. Dean started to argue, but she stood up, and gave him a quick kiss. He leaned in for more, but she walked away. "So, its settled." Isabella said, smiling at the guys in the room. "Shouldn't you boys be going?" She asked innocently.

Before they left, Sam got last details from Chuck, and Dean pulled her aside. "Look, in the books, it shows everything... Including previous romances. So, please. Don't read them. I don't want you to know." Isabella looked at him, not saying anything for a minute. "Dean, I will respect that. But you are both so private, I know almost nothing about you guys, really. So, compromise, huh? I read them, but if it looks like anything romantic, I will skip over it. Okay? And I don't just want to stay here for the books. Chuck is a published author. I just.... I sort of wanted to be one. Someday. Its stupid, but I want to know what its like." Isabella had her head down, embarrassed at what she had admitted. She had never told anyone before, and she was sort of scared to admit it. She enjoyed writing, but no one had ever known just how much. But Dean had seemed to understand. She didn't know how or why, but he did. "You want to become published?" Dean asked, smiling down at her, voice surprised. "Look, I know it is stupid, but..." Dean tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him, and kissed her, pulling away an inch to say "Its not stupid. You would be an amazing author." Isabella smiled, a genuine smile, and kissed him again.

After the Winchesters had left, Isabella went to the fridge, grabbed some food, then collapsed onto the couch, with one of the Supernatural novels. Time passed, and the only sound was of the computer keys clacking away, as Chuck typed. Hours later, Chuck finally found the courage to talk to Isabella. He had seen her with the Winchesters and knew she had been through a lot. He also knew she was prone to throwing knives. And also had a hellhound. So, point of the story, don't make her mad. But he knew that like the Winchesters, she had a fondness for food, so he cleared his throat, and offered her some snacks. She looked up, smiled and nodded, then went back to ignoring him. He brought back snacks from the kitchen, and Isabella thanked him, then asked him questions about writing and being published. Chuck was slightly surprised, and answered them all, and started to ask her questions about herself. She explained her interest in writing, and about how messed up her family was now. Chuck knew most of it, but enjoyed listening to her talk. It was nice to hear a different point of view once in a while.

When Sam and Dean came back, Chuck and Isabella were still talking. They were going to stay in town a while longer, as one of the hellhounds had gotten away, after the Winchesters had gotten rid of a group of demons patrolling the area. Dean wanted to check in, make sure everything was okay. Isabella hugged him, tears in her eyes. She now had a better understanding of both brothers, and her heart broke for them. She thought she had it bad. At least she got a normal childhood. After they left, Chuck went to bed, after being awake for most of the last 3 days. Isabella also felt tired, and drifted off to sleep on the couch. A low growling woke her up, and she realized the rouge hellhound must be there. The sound was very close to her, and she stayed completely still, summoning Dylan. Once she heard a second growling noise, she told him to attack the other hellhound. She ran out of the room, as the two hellhounds fought, and grabbed Chuck, and together they ran to Chucks car, heading to the motel Dean and Sam were staying at. Judging by how high the growling was, Dylan was the bigger hellhound, and she was confident he was going to beat the rouge. She started banging on the Winchesters door at 3 am, and Dean answered, looking sleepy and worried.

An hour later, they four of them all headed back to Chuck's home. The place was wreaked, and there was the sound of whining from the corner. "Oh, Dylan, baby, com here." Belle said in a soft voice. He collapsed in front of her, and she slowly patted him, reassuring him in a soft, small voice. Isabella called on Crowley, who promised Dan would be fine, and she sent him away to recover. Crowley made sure she was okay, then returned to Hell, to go punish the demons who let a hellhound almost hurt his daughter. Wouldn't want to be in their position, Isabella thought. The Winchesters and Isabella were ready to leave town 2 hours later, after helping Chuck clean up. "Thanks guys." Chuck said, and Dean and Sam nodded. Isabella hugged Chuck, thanked him for all his advice, and for letting her read the books. Chuck offered to email her the rest of the novels, including the unpublished ones, much to Belle's pleasure and the Winchesters distaste.

Unknown to anyone, there was a bug inside the Impala, one that had been planted while everyone was distracted by the hellhound. As the Impala left, taking the Winchesters and Isabella onto their next hunt, they were being tracked. They had betrayed her, and she was going to get her own back. She had finally found them, and was going to destroy them for what they had done. Leaving her to be tortured was the worst thing possible. Evie was going to kill those sons of bitches. Especially Belle. There was nowhere they could hide now.

Okay, so I relented. I hate studying, and I am sure you all do, so here is something to help. With procrastination anyway :D Enjoy and good luck to those with exams coming up.