To Love A Hunter (sam x reader)

The Hunt

You take off the head of the last vampire. While you are gathering your things the front door of the house opens. Thinking it's a vamp that you missed, you grab your blade and walk towards the door. You see a beam of light and duck into the nearest doorway. You close the door quickly but silently, leaving it open just a crack so you can see who is coming. You hear footsteps stop just a few rooms down and hear a door squeak. Before you realize what you are doing, your blade is at the throat of a man with short, dirty blonde hair. He has these amazing green eyes. You stiffen as you hear a gun being cocked behind you. "Put down the blade slowly and no harm will be done." you hear a man's voice say. You laugh as you turn around, "A vamp with a gun. Huh, I never saw that coming." You're faced with a tall man in a flannel. He has shoulder length brown hair and this mixture of brown, blue and green eyes. He smiles at you, "A vamp with a gun? What about the vamp with the blade at my brother's throat." You scoff, "Me? A vamp? P-lease those creatures disgust me." you lower your blade and he lowers his gun. "You think we're vamps?" the short hair one asks. "Yeah what else would be here at this time of night?" you reply. "Hunters, maybe." he says. You take a second look at the boys, "Some hunters you are. You're too late, all the vamps are dead thanks to yours truly." you take a little bow before you head back to the room with your things. Footsteps follow you. "You mean to tell me you took out this nest by yourself?" the short hair one asks. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't means I can't hunt as well as a man.",you pause,"from the looks of it I seem to be better than a man; or two." You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk between the boys bumping shoulders with the short one. Once you are outside you see that all of the tires on your car are slashed. "Damn it!" you mumble under your breath. "You need a ride sweet cheeks?" the short one asks. You look at your car then back at them. "Give me a minute to gather up my things." You open your trunk and gather your blades and other weapons, no guns in sight. You hated guns, they were too loud. You preferred bows and knives. You take one last look at your turquoise blue '52 Cadillac before you hop in the back seat of the black '67 Chevy Impala. After about ten minutes of silence on the road you ask,"Can I get names, or am I just going to be clueless for the rest of the night?" The taller one replies, "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." He gestures towards the short one in the drivers seat. "Well, my name is Y/N." you say. "Wait, you mean to tell me you haven't heard of us? How long have you been a hunter?" Dean asks. "I've been a hunter for as long as I can remember. And no I have not heard of you, why would I?" "Ummm, maybe because we're the Winchesters. Caged Lucifer, stopped the apocalypse, beat Metatron." "Nope. Doesn't ring a bell."

*Six months later*

You watch the flames engulf the body of some ancient female. She had been terrorizing little kids. You of course found the case and most of the cases since you have been on the road with the Winchesters. You hop into "Baby" as Dean calls her. You sit in the back waiting for the boys. 'Men' , you think, 'they take forever.' You smile when you see them coming. "Man that felt good." Dean laughs as him and Sam get in the car. Dean had one of those smiles that could light up the room. He started the car and headed back towards the bunker. You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi came on and you started to hum along with it. A little while later you and Dean are singing along to the radio as loud as you could. Sam just smiles and shakes his head, clearly enjoying the entertainment.

You are back at the bunker making dinner and jamming to the music going through you head when Sam walks in. You and Dean have almost identical personalities but you have the biggest crush on the younger Winchester. "Whatcha making?" he asks, making you jump out of your thoughts. "Oh you know, the usual burgers and fries. I figured we deserve it considering someone in this house has been feeding us rabbit food for the past two weeks." you smile. "Hey, that 'rabbit food' has kept us healthy and in good shape." he says. "I was healthy and in good shape living off of burgers and gas station food." Sam looks at you and then smiles, "You are so totally Dean in a woman's body." "Am not!" you argue. "Are too!" he laughs at the child-like way you argued. Dean walks in sniffing the air. "I knew it!" he says, "Finally some real food!" He reaches for a fry and you playfully smack his hand away. He jerks his hand back realizing he had the sleeves to his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Before he pulls it down you see a peculiar scar. 'That can't be' ,you thought. You shake your thoughts away and focus on cooking. Sam and Dean stop talking. "Y/N are you okay?" Dean asks. "Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." you reply, your voice sounds weaker than normal.

You eat your dinner in silence, lost in your thoughts about the scar. After you finish you say, "I'm going to hit the hay early tonight. Night, guys." Your voice sounds weaker than earlier. Thinking you know what the scar on Dean's forearm you grab a book about the Mark of Cain on your way to bed.