The Life of a Hunter (Supernatural)

Chapter 3

I awoke the same way I did the morning before, Dean laying next to me, his arm around me protectively. "I could get used to this," I thought to myself happily as I slipped out of bed and ran a brush through my hair. I was going to find the kitchen and make breakfast for the boys. I was back in the main room setting the plates of food down when I noticed a figure appear on one of the chairs. I jumped and was about to grab a gun before I realized it was Castiel and put a hand over my racing heart. "Dammit Cas! Warn a girl before you decide to just pop in!" I sighed, he looked down at his hands, "sorry Sianna, I forgot you weren't as used to this as Sam and Dean." He admitted, "no big deal." I shrugged, "so did you find anything 'of import'?" I asked curiously. "Not yet, this is a very peculiar situation. How long have you had that?" He gestured to my tattoo, "and how long have you been watching this... show?" "About a week for the tattoo and about five or six months for the show. Same amount of time I've been here with the boys," I realized. "This seems to he the work of an angel," he mused, "I'm not sure who or why yet. This happened to the boys a while back, if we find out where to go do you want to go back?" I thought of Dean, sleeping soundly on the bed, of Sam in the next room, Cas here sitting next to me, and all my closest friends and family here. "No, I want to stay." I finally answered, "everyone I love is here, why would I leave?" "Ok, call if you need anything" he said before he was gone with a soft flutter of fabric and feathers.

I realized I still had yet to call my dad so I grabbed my phone, "hey Sian." He answered happily, "how're you doing?" I told him I was doing great and asked how everyone else was. He told me my brother and sister were fine, last time he talked to them, but what he said next caught me by surprise. He told me I could talk to my mom if I wanted, she was right next to him. Back in my world, my mom and dad were split up. After talking to them for a while longer I hung up. Dean was just waking up and smiled at me, "morning babe." He muttered, his voice heavy with sleep, I walked over and kissed him softly. "Goodmorning, food's on the table. Do we have anything to do today?" He stretched out and got out of bed, "nah I don't think so, did you get food for Sammy?" "Yeah I made food for all of us. I'll wake him up right now," I chirped as I walked outside and knocked on Sam's door. "Sam! Breakfast is ready," I called and knocked on the door. He opened it rubbing his eyes, "ugh what time is it?" He mumbled, I rolled my eyes and grabbed his wrist. "It's not that early you lazy giraffe," I teased as I dragged him to the table. We all ate together and didn't have a job to do at the moment so I called Haley and the job she was working wasn't far away so we set up plans for lunch. Just the two of us.

I lightly kissed Dean as I climbed out of the impala, promising to call him when we were done eating. I walked into the little hamburger joint excited to see my best friend. I spotted her familiar face almost immediately and, like always, her hair was dyed a beautiful, unnatural color. It's a pretty dark purple color now. She stood to greet me and we hugged and she instantly questioned my relationship with Dean, having seen him drop me off. "So..." she wiggled her eyebrows and I rolled my eyes, "is Dean a nice boyfriend? I'm going to have to hurt him if he isn't." She smiled, in my world we would always make half-empty threats, I smiled back, "he's really great. He's been nothing but sweet to me these past few days." She cocked her head slightly, "but... you've been with them for longer that, like... months." I explained to her what happened and her eyes got wide, she started asking a bunch of questions about what I remembered from then, what that world was like. After talking for a while about the differences in growing up she asked me what everyone that I've told has asked me. "Are you going to go back? If Cas finds a way?" I could hear the sadness in her voice, "hell no girl!" I exclaimed, watching my best friends face light up. "My boyfriend is Dean Winchester do you honestly think I want to leave this?" I gestured all around and Haley smiled. We finished eating and I called Dean, when he came I hugged Haley goodbye and promised to text every day.

We went back to the bunker and I rested my head on his shoulder."Dean I'm bored, let's go do something. Oh, lets go play pool!" I suggested happily, he chuckled at my enthusiasm. "Yeah alright, you change and I'll get Sammy." I nodded and hopped off the bed, changing into a red top, black skinny jeans and dark brown combat boots. I quickly curled my hair and applied wing tipped eyeliner before deciding I was ready. Dean let out a low whistle as I walked out of the bathroom. "You look great," he admired, I blushed, "thanks babe." I kissed his cheek and grabbed my bag, "ready?" He nodded and we went outside to the car where Sam was waiting in the passenger seat. "Hey no fair!" I complained, "nope this is totally fair I'm his brother I get the front seat." He argued lightheartedly, "but I'm his girlfriend," I protested as I climbed into the back. We continued arguing until Dean threatened to make us both sit in the back. Sam and I sighed, shutting up, and we drove to a little bar with a few pool tables.

We walked up to an empty table and I grabbed a stick, handing another to Dean. "Me and you first and can you go easy on me this time?" I asked innocently, he nodded. "Okay, sure. You can go first," he said as he set up the balls. I hit them clumsily and he laughed, "oh Sian," he mused, hitting one of the solids in. "This is going to be too easy," he missed his next shot, but just barely. I hit one stripe, then another in, looking up at him with that same innocent look before pocketing one more but missing the fourth. "Really? Because it looks to me like I'm winning." I smirked, "not for long," he retorted. The game went on for a good amount of time, I lost but just barely. Sam played Dean after that and won, just as closely as Dean had one the first game. I played Sam after that and lost as well, the night was going well, the three of us laughing, talking, and drinking happily until Dean went to the bathroom and Sam went to get more drinks. A man walked up to me, swaying slightly, obviously drunk. His breath reeked of alcohol and his words slurred together as he leaned in close and tried to convince me to go home with him. I snapped at him to leave me alone before he regretted it but he laughed me off and reached for my waist. His hand never came in contact with me because I hit him before he could touch me. I punched him square in the nose and was rewarded with the crack of bones and a gush of blood. Next thing I knew Dean was in between me and the drunk, punching him in the stomach and the face before wrapping his arm protectively around my waist and leading me outside, Sam not far behind.

"Are you alright? Did the bastard hurt you?" Dean asked gruffly as soon as we exited the bar, I clenched and unclenched my hand. "No, I'm okay, my hand's a little sore but I'm fine." Sam looked at me apologetically, "we shouldn't have left you alone. I should've stayed with you," I hugged both of them. "Guys don't worry, so much, I'm fine. That asshat's in more pain then I am, lets go home."

On the way to the hideout Sam drove and Dean sat in the back with me to make sure my hand was really okay. We went into our room while Sam went into his. I showered first, changing into my pj's and crawling into bed. After Dean showered and changed he slid into bed next to me, pressing his body against mine and planting a soft kiss on my neck. I relaxed into him and my eyes fluttered closed, "goodnight Dean." I muttered as I drifted to sleep, "night Sian." I heard before the world faded.