Hunter's Life (Dean Winchester Fan Fic)

Chapter 11

PRESLEY

I hid behing a tree with my pistol in on hand and my hunting knife in the other. I looked at the fall leaves in front of me and what they surronded. A long steak pointed out of the ground, which could become an advantage. Dean and Sam were behind their own trees and I gave them the nod. Slowly, quietly, they held their pistols in the air and made their way over to the shoreline. No footsteps were heard but a witch magically appeared in front of me after I turned my head back forward. Her black hair fell over her shoulders and her white dress didn't move at all. She moved towards me with a knife that had etchings on the handle, probably some shit worshipping the devil. I ducked and kicked her in the back making her fall to the ground with an "oof". Preceeding, I faced the barrel of my pistol to her head and pulled the trigger. Who knew that witches that lived so long could die so easily. Her head whipped back and she looked me straight in the eye. Shit. I was wrong.

"We won't die that easily you little bitch." Her fist connected with my face making me fall agaist the tree. My eyes looked everywhere trying to think of what could kill them. The knife.

"I should of figured. Witches are tricky little rats." Pushing myself off of the ground, I flung myself toward her knife she held in her hand and moved her arm directly into her heart. Light shined from within her and she screamed in agony. Before she blew up, I pulled the knife out of her chest, saving it for the other rodents.

By then some others found their way to the boys who hadn't figured out it was their knives that would forever get rid of their bitchy coven. Quickly, I moved to where Dean was tackled by a blonde with long flowy hair. Her knife was raised above her head, about to be plunged into Dean. But I took the advantage of none of her sisters having her back and jammed my knife into her back. Same as the other, she screamed and burst into nothingness with a ray of light.

"Dean. Are you okay?" I crouched next to him, his head bleeding from the huge gash on his forehead. He raised his arm and smeared the dripping blood to the side.

"Yeah I'm fine. Lets go." I pulled him up, grabbing the knife left by the blonde, and handed it to him, "This is what kills them."

By then Sam had figured out how to get the job done and was moving toward us, "Okay. So whats the plan?"

"Find their leader, kill her. Most likely she'll use her followers as her line of defence before we reach her." The boys nodded and we proceeded to the shoreline. The boat that had arrived a few minutes ago was now gone with no trace accept for some blood on the sand. I looked around the small lake for any sign of movement, until I saw something brown, floating to the surface from the deep. From what it looked like, I could see hair and then I knew instantly, it was in fact Kyla. All of my hope was drained from within me and I screamed. Deans thoughts were instantly wanting to protect me from feeling like this, feeling dread.

But before I could finish crying my tears of sorrow, witches appeared all around us, all in white, all with long hair, all beautiful.

"You won't make it of here alive." One said. The others laughed as they circled us.

"Fuck you." I said, and flung myself into her, stabbing her with the knife. Dean and Sam did the same to diffent witches. The reset flocked to us trying to stab us or snap our necks, but we avoided all of their attempts. Sam was pushed into the water and held under by one. Quickly I finished off a pale, thin, black haired girl, and made my way to the witch restraining Sam. Her elbow flew to my face as I stood over her, making me fall into the water. Another held me under, keeping me from air. My arms and legs thrashed in the water as I looked up at the person who was drowning me. I saw the face of my mother, who had died when I was only 5.

"Keep fighting honey." A voice called to me. The voice definitely was not Dean. His link to me seemed to be none existant as I was slowly dying under the water.

But soon the force holding me under was no more and I was lifted up to the surface for air. My vision was blurry, my eyes burned from the nasty lake water, and I coughed up water that was holding its place in my lungs. my vision improved and I looked around to see no witches, just Dean kneeling beside me and Sam coughing up water to my right.

"Well well well. Its seems that you killed all of my children. What shall I do to you?" Her voice became scratchy and just plain evil, then her face morphed into some scary, mask like shape. One of her arms reached up and she flew into the air, with a huge knife in her hand. She quickly started decending towards us at a high rate of speed, but suddenly an arrow flew at her throat. She hit the ground hard and rolled over to find the source that hit her.

"You killed my father you bitch. I know what happened to him now. He disappeared on a fishing trip, here." Leslie walked out of the water soaking wet, her head bleeding, her bow in hand, and quiver strapped the her back. Alive.

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OH MY GOSH GUYS. I am seriously so sorry that it took like 5 months for me to update. I kinda am in high school, had a boyfriend, got dumped, and now I am spending my lonely weekends on here. I hope you enjoyed! Please vote, comment, and recommend this to your friends!! Thank you so much for reading! It means so much!!