The Life of a Hunter (Supernatural)

Chapter 1

I ran into my room, slamming the door angrily. My dad just yelled at me again for not doing well in one of my classes. I looked down at the fading Anti-Possession temporary tattoo on my arm and took a deep breath. I threw my hair into a bun, changed into pajamas and opened my laptop. I went to Netflix and fell asleep watching Supernatural. I was awoken by a blinding white light and a high pitched screeching noise. I bolted awake but passed out quickly, my ears ringing and my head pounding.

I jerked awake and found myself in a room, it wasn't mine. I rubbed my eyes and checked out my surroundings. There were guns and various weapons lining the walls and I realized that there was a strong male body pressed against mine and an arm draped over my side. I did the one thing I could think of, I sat up and screamed, leaping off the bed. Then I heard a voice I recognized immediately. Dean.

"Sianna! Babe are you okay?!" He asked as he got up as well and engulfed me in a hug. I took a few deep breaths and smiled nervously, "yeah yeah I'm fine. It was just a bad dream," I reassured him. I headed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked... older. I was still me only I looked 26 instead of 16. My hair was long, wavy and black instead of brown, my eyes a beautiful bright green, which was weird. They were brown but I had always wanted them green. I even had more freckles. I had filled out and had curves and I had pajama shorts and a tank top on. "Do we have a job today?." I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed, he nodded. "What is it that we're hunting again?" I asked as casually as I could. "Werewolf, it's hideout is a little cabin in the woods most likely." He replied as he moved next to me. "Are you okay?" He asked as he rested his hand on the small of my back, he must have seen me tense up and the scared look on my face. "Where's Sam? Where's Cas? Can you call Cas?" I blurted out. "Sam's in his room and I'll call Cas right now, are you okay?" I saw the worry in his eyes and hugged him "I don't know, I think so but I gotta talk to him. I'll explain everything after I talk to him."

In no time at all Cas was in the room with his head cocked slightly to the side as he looked and me, sitting next to Dean, his arm around my small frame. "Dean, can you please leave, just for a little bit. I need to talk to Cas alone." I said without taking my eyes off the angel. He nodded in approval and kissed my head softly, whispering something to Cas on his way out. Once he left I jumped off the bed and enveloped Cas in a hug, he stumbled back slightly as I caught him off guard but soon regained balance and awkwardly hugged me back. I felt tears sting my eyes as I pulled away, "Cas what happened to me? How did I get here? What happened last night?" I sat back on the bed and put my head in my hands. He cleared his throat, "what did you see last night? What was the last thing you saw, last thing you heard?" I took a deep breath, "um I got in a little fight with my dad, no big deal. I went into my room, and fell asleep watching a TV show, this world, this show. And there was a bright white light, and a high pitched noise. Like when one of you angels is there and talks. Then I woke up here with Dean. Oh! I also had a..." I broke off as I looked down at the inside of my forearm, there, where a temporary tattoo was in my world, was an AntiPossession tattoo. It looked real, I brushed my fingers over it. It was, "I had a temporary tattoo. Of this." I showed him my arm. He took my arm and looked at it, his brow knitted together, "you said this was a television show?" He asked, I nodded and explained to him that I watched it a lot and it was called Supernatural. He told me he would find out what he could. I stopped him before he left, "wait something else happened... I'm older now. I was 16 and now I think I'm 26." He tilted his head again, "hmm... that's odd. I'll be back as soon as I find something of import." He stated before he was gone with the flutter of wings. I walked out of Dean's room, which I now remember is at the Men of Letters hideout, and into the next room to find Sam and Dean.

I knocked on the door and Sam opened it, I had to stand on my tip toes to hug him and then I walked in and sat on Dean's lap, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "So what did you and Cas talk about? If you don't mind." Sam said cautiously. I looked up at him and smiled weakly, "I don't mind." I took a deep breath, "how long have I been with you guys?" Dean tensed slightly, "about five months, maybe six? Why?" I felt my eyes start to water, "I don't- I don't remember it." I explained to them what I told Cas and tears silently rolled down my cheeks, I was worried about what they would say, what they would think. Dean pulled me closer to him when I was done, "do you want to go back?" He asked quietly. "No!" I answered immediately, "I don't want to leave, not yet at least." I realized something. My purse, I saw it on a chair in Dean's room. My phone might be in it. I hopped off of Dean's lap, "I'll be right back!" I said as I walked to the door and into the next room. I rushed to my bag and fished out my phone, looking down my contacts list, there weren't very many names I recognized. 'Haley' was the one I was happiest about, besides my family members, who were all there. She was my best friend. I called her immediately, "hey Sian what's up?" She asked casually as I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey I'm good, what've you been up to lately?" "On a wendigo hunt with Becca right now, what're you, Sam, and Dean up to?" My jaw dropped in awe, "you're a hunter?" She said yes in a 'duh' voice. I told her I would meet up with her as soon as we were both done before I hung up and went back into the room with the boys. "What'd you get?" Dean asked as I walked back in, "my phone. I think I'm okay with staying. All the people closest to me are here." I smiled and I sat back on his lap, "so how long until we go look for this werewolf?" I asked. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. "What?" I inquired, "Sam?" I knew he would feel worse about lying to me. He avoided my gaze for a second, "you're uh, you're staying here." Seeing the angry look on my face he added quickly, "you said yourself that you don't remember this and you didn't shoot where you used to live and-" "you are not putting yourself in danger." Dean interrupted, "I am not going to let you get hurt." I looked up at him, "teach me how to shoot then! I had a BB gun, I'm not completely untrained!" I protested, Sam looked at Dean again, "that's not a bad idea you know." He added, "fine." He sighed, "c'mon get ready it's time for some shooting practice."