Girls Can Hunt Too. (Supernatural)

Chapter 3

AN: Whoever's POV the story is in, it's in 3rd person! :)

Candice POV:

Candice lay in the makeshift bedroom, she wouldn't be there long. Next time a lead to a case came up, which probably wouldn't be too long, Candice was off to hunt with the brothers.

Candice's thoughts were racing, Sam and Dean, they were slightly more experianced that her, and she had to admit, as men, they were naturally stronger, quicker, and also better fighters than her. Although Candice trained on a daily basis, running, weights, she felt as though she would be more of a burden to Sam and Dean than a help.

To be honest, Candice wanted to impress the Winchesters. Especially Dean. Sam was tall, muscular and handsome, yeah, but Dean. Something about Dean drew Candice in. She couldn't put her finger on what though.

Pushing all her anxietys and thoughts about the brothers aside, Candice flicked off her bedside lamp, and pulled the duvet over her as she got comfortable. Eventually Candice fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. Something she hadn't experianced in months.

~The Next Morning~

Turning over, Candice banged her head on the corner of the bedside table. She groaned, cursed under her breath, sat up and checked the time still rubbing her head. 8:32. Pushing the duvet off her body, Candice moaned quietly at the sudden coldness that bit at her bare legs and feet. She crawled out of bed, and stumbled towards the bathroom. Candice showered, scrubbed her hair, and wrapped it up in a towel, then herself in a seperate one, brushed her teeth, and then went back to her bedroom.

Candice rumaged through her suitcases, that were filled with various weapons, almost all of her items of clothing and personal items. She selected a clear pair of dark navy blue skinny jeans, a white camisole and a checked shirt which she left unbuttoned. Pulling on her hunting high top boots, she put on some basic nakeup. Foundation, bronzer, blusher and some mascara. Normally Candice didn't really bother with more than Foundation and Bronzer, but she probably wouldn't be hunting today so she was making a slight effort. Candice pulled her red hair up into a high pony tail, sprayed some hairspray and then some perfume. Grabbed her hoodie and headed downstairs.

Wandering into the study, Dean was already awake, fully dressed, reading the newspaper, with a glass of Whiskey in his hand, Sam still half asleep, scrolling on his laptop. "Morning you two. Pour us one of them Dean."
There was a groan in reply from Sam, and Dean laughed heartily, "Are you even old enough to drink this stuff?"
"Who cares? But yes, yes I am, I'm 26."
"Jesus! Really? You only look about 22."
"Don't even try that with me Winchester." Candice winked, and walked forward to take the glass. Taking the shot in one, she immediately feel a little more awake.
"Try what?" Dean feigned innocence.
Candice laughed and shook her head, she knew that she was going to get on well with Dean.