supernatural one-shots

Armyofassbutts

"Duck you moron!" You shouted as one of those two bulking idiots was about to get jumped by a Werewolf from behind. He seemed to respond to 'moron' pretty well because he immediately jumped out of the way. You smirk as you lunged towards the hairy beast and shoved the silver knife you were holding through its heart, you gave it a good twist and as the wolf howled his last, crimson blood splattered all over your hands and shirt, you had gotten used to the warm liquid and it no longer made you squeamish. After the Werewolf collapsed, you glared at the two men standing in front of you.
"Don't'cha know the hunter code? Back the fuck off of other people's hunts!" You growled angrily, these two getting involved almost lost you your kill, and you had been tracking this bitch for a week. The shorter one with the grass-green eyes stared at you in confusion and awe. The taller one seemed flabbergasted.
"Sorry, we thought you were his next victim... You don't really look like a hunter, you're kinda..." The taller one's voice drifted.
"Kinda what?" You asked sternly. He looked at you, with pity in his eyes.
"Short." He said frankly, it was exactly what you were expecting him to say. Suddenly you lunged at him, as a reflex he took a sort of wide-legged stance to steady himself, but it only left him open for you two duck under and in between his legs, once you were through you turned on your heel and grabbed his arm from behind, jerking it in a painful and awkward position behind him, bent over, you were able to grab a fistful of his longer hair, you pulled his arm and head with all the force you could muster, and just as quickly, he fell on his ass. He made a painful grunt noise as he hit the ground, the breath knocked out of him. His companion stared in awe, ready to take action, but then he sensed the playful smirk stretched across your lips.
"Don'cha know that good things come in small packages?" You said calm and sweetly as the man tried to catch his breath again. His partner dumb-struck, his jaw hanging low and a smile slowly creeping up his face as he looked at the defeated mess of a man on the floor of the warehouse. You stared at you with admiration, his handsome eyes and puffy lips practically twitching. You assumed he hadn't seen many girls take on a man who was twice their weight and height, and actually win. He started shaking his head in disbelief.
"You're awesome." He exasperated.