The Best Kind of Hunter (Supernatural Fanfiction)

How To Save Those Long Gone

Isabella was so done. Like, she used to think school was hard? She had talked to more angels than she could count (cause it was a lot, not cause she can't count) and none of them would help her, not even Cas. She had tried most everything, exhausted every lead, called in every favor. She had even called up other hunters, like Garth, begging for help. It was no use. Isabella never slept, barely ate, and functioned only on one single thought. Dean. Sam had gone to do his own thing, and continued hunting. But Isabella never forgave. She hunted down demons with a passion, and soon her name became famous among demons - the one you don't mess with. She tortured them, and killed them, and made their life, well, Hell. She became deadly, and trained everyday. Sam would call and check on her, and sometimes Chuck would come by, after checking with her first, and Garth even spent a week with her. But none of it mattered. She was focused on one thing. Saving Dean. People had said that it was stupid, that she couldn't. But they were wrong. Because she was going to save him. The details of the plan were slightly hazy, but she was going to achieve it. 

Dean, on the other hand, was back in Heaven. Again. Man, he really had to stop dying. It was a bit inconvenient, really. This whole dying business. And it kept happening. When would it stop? He went over his favorite memories, times with his mom, with Sammy, and newer ones with Isabella. He smiled through it all, coming to one where he had taken her to a bar and she ended up fighting a girl who had been flirting with him. It was a fight of words, and Isabella had won. He laughed at it. The memories continued, until he found one that he decided to stay at. It was a time when there had been an abandoned mansion, the owners were gone for the weekend, and they had decided to crash there. The shower had been marvelous. They had watched movies, eaten pie, and fallen asleep in each others arms. He repeated the day over and over, trying to remember every detail. He loved Isabella's smile. But suddenly, there was an angel disrupting everything.

Cas looked at Dean, and looked around, noticing Isabella, and the pie she was carrying. He looked at Dean, and said "Isabella is trying to bring you back." His voice was even, and betrayed no emotion. Dean's heart broke, thinking about what Isabella was going through. He asked Cas why he was here, and Cas replied "I have a message from Isabella. She is going to get you back. She promises. No matter what the price." Dean smiled, eyes sad, as he asked Cas to convey a message back. He went back to his memories, hoping for some relief, but it wasn't his Isabella. She simply went through the same routine. Isabella was bold, daring, never staying the same. He moved on, going onto different memories, then visited other people's Heaven. But there was no relief. He really hoped Isabella would succeed. He needed her. 

Isabella almost killed Cas. The stupid angel had appeared while she was sleeping, and had woken her up. Of course, as there was supposed to be no one else there, she instantly attacked him, before realizing who it was. "Dean said he loves you, and to stay strong. Also that he likes your hair that red colour, so go do something fun and dye it again." Cas said, after Isabella pelted him with questions. She sat down, and cried. She missed him so much. But, hey, she was going to take his advice and dye her hair. And then she was going to go gank the demons who had rolled into town. But hair first. Cas went off to do what ever, and she got up, going out in a short black dress, ready to get a new hair colour and kill demons.

7 hours later, her hair was now a dark red colour that made her look bold and confident, and five demons lay dead in front of her. None of them had complimented her hair. So rude. She left a note on the last demons body, addressed to Crowley. Well, he was her father, so she was going to update him on what was going on with her. She also left a photo of her new hair colour, just to show him that she had changed, and so he could recognize her if she came hunting for him. These sort of things are important after all. She walked away and out onto the street, flicking her hair behind her in a flirtatious manner, and caught three guys looking at her. She ignored them, as none were advantageous to her goals. There was only one guy for her, and he was dead. But not for long. She had a new lead, and was planning on getting Dean back soon.

A month later, the lead had dried up, and failed her. She slammed her fist down in frustration as she waited in a local bar for her drink. Guys were eyeing her up, but she ignored them all. And suddenly, Crowley was there. "Heard you were having some trouble, love." He said, and ordered a drink. Quick as a flash, she had a knife pressed against his throat, and was ready to kill him. But then he raised a point, one she couldn't deny. He could help her. And she needed his help, however much she resented the idea. He smiled at her, complimented her hair, and offered his help. She cautiously started speaking to him, and after she left the bar, she called Sam, letting him know that he was getting his brother back soon. Then, Belle and Crowley went to Hell, to have a more in depth conversation. After she came back top side, Isabella found messages on her phone, Sam asking what price she was going to pay. She ignored the messages, and called Garth, to let him know that he had to go and wait by Dean's grave, to help him out. 

Dean was going to come back. Isabella was going to make damn sure of that. And all she had to do was pay a price. The price of a soul.