The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Making It Better With A Date, Sort Of

Dean was worried. Isabella was still barely speaking to him, and spent most of her time alone, or occasionally with Sam. Crowley was delighted by her choice, and also spent a fair amount of time with her. But she never spent any time alone with Dean. He missed her, her laugh, her smile, the way she used to kiss him. He missed everything about her. And the worst thing? She was right there. But it wasn't her anymore. She still hunted, but with an anger and fury that made her dangerous and reckless, causing her to almost be killed numerous times. She had even stopped calling herself Isabella, preferring to be called Belle. Sam seemed to sense how he felt, and tried to get them all included in a conversation together, but no luck. So, they continued on, and Isabella didn't become any more inclined to talk. She spent nights out with Crowley, and had started drinking. She used to not even be able to handle a beer. Dean was going to fix it. He had to. But the whole fixing it thing meant he had to have a plan. And at the moment, he had none.

Crowley appeared outside Isabella's door, and knocked. She opened it, and came out, wearing a short, clingy black dress with a coat and heels. Crowley was also concerned about Isabella. Not the whole ignoring Dean thing. That he was fine with. But she kept flirting with death, and charming any guy in a one mile radius. Not so fine with that. He took her out to dinner, as usual, and she flirted with the waiter, and the guy sitting behind her. Crowley gave both guys the signal that he would kill them if they looked at her again, and both left immediately. "You are no fun." Belle said, pouting. Crowley didn't say anything, and after he dropped her back, he went next door to talk to the Moose and Squirrel. He despised the idea, but it had to be done. Despite it all, they apparently cared about her. So, Crowley went and talked with them. The plan they created was a flawed one, and Crowley didn't approve of it, but it was the only thing that could work. 

Belle woke up the next morning, unaware of what the day would bring. It started off as usual, getting up, finding the shortest dress possible, and going next door to find breakfast. Only Sam was out, and as Belle went to leave, Dean caught hold of her arm, forcing her back into the room and closing the door. She let out a gasp, as he pushed her against the door, and leaned into her. "Isabella, listen. You may think that you can push me away, but that will never happen. Its no use. So give it up. And also, any guy who even looks at you from now on, is going to feel my fist in his gut." Dean added, for good measure. At that moment, Sam came back, and Isabella glared at Dean. "Its Belle." She hissed at him, then sat down on one of the beds, eating the food Sam had bought. But she had talked to him. It was a start. However rough. Throughout the day, Sam kept leaving them alone, and Dean continued to talk to her, and the guys in town soon got the message after he beat up 5 men at once, just for looking at her. She had laughed at that, and told him to stop, but in a playful tone. He had bought her ice-cream, and she had said thank you. It continued like this for most of the day, and Isabella started to thaw, talking and even laughing with Dean. 

That evening, Sam said he was feeling sick, and went to bed early. So Dean took Belle out for dinner. "I know what you are trying to do." Isabella stated, a sly smile on her face. "Oh? And whats that?" Dean asked innocently. She got up, and walked over to the bar. Three men looked over at her, and one offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, and smiled prettily at him, as the bartender brought her the requested drink. She went back down and sat with Dean, smiling. "You don't own me. No one does. And just because I laugh at your jokes doesn't mean everything is fine." Isabella continued smiling, but her voice were low, and filled with ice. Dean looked at her, and smiled sadly. "I just miss you, Isabella." He said quietly, and Isabella laughed. "But I am right here! And its Belle, remember?" Dean looked torn. "I didn't fight and make deals for months, just to have you be like this! I was going to sell my soul for you, Isabella! I love you." Belle looked at him, eyes clouded over with tears. She stood up slowly, and walked out. She didn't look back.

Crowley came moments later, and filled Isabella's empty seat. "Well, that failed. Good job. Now, stop looking at my daughter that way, or I will drag you into Hell." Dean stood up, and left, leaving Crowley with the bill. As he walked back to the motel he saw a girl struggling with a larger man, who had her pinned down. The short dress was unmistakable. Isabella. He raced over, punching the guy in the face, and then continually beat him. Isabella pulled him away, limping. Seeing her like that made Dean want to go over and beat the man up all over again, but instead he picked Isabella up, and carried her back. She held onto him, crying into his shoulder, saying sorry over and over. Dean told her to stop, that everything was okay. He opened the door to her room, and he carefully put her down on the bed, but she didn't let go. Instead, she kissed him, and he groaned as he started to kiss her back, passionately, kissing her to make up for the time he had been longing for. 

The next morning, Isabella woke up in Dean's arms, and smiled. She put in her headphones, and listened to Heartbeat Song on repeat, until Dean woke up, with a sleepy smile on his face. She kissed him, then got up, much to Dean's annoyance. He got up and pulled her back into bed, happy she was with him. She got up again, and Dean went next door to get some clothes. Sam was already awake, and smiled at him, saying "So, I guess it went well?" Dean looked over at him and said "Shut up, bitch!" Sam laughed, and called first dibs on the shower. Isabella still was moody sometimes, and would ignore the brothers, and wear short dresses, and stab people multiple times. But she also talked, laughed, and wore longer dresses, and let the brothers take the lead on hunts. But Crowley was not pleased by the turn of events. In his mind, nothing could have been worse. But he was going to fix that.