The Life of a Hunter (Supernatural)

Chapter 4

I woke to the sun streaming through the window and the lack of body heat from Dean. I sat up slowly and saw him and Sam sitting at the table, newspapers laid out, laptop open, and three cups of coffee. I yawned and walked over to them, sitting down, "morning guys," I smiled. "New job?" I asked, picking up a newspaper. "Maybe," Dean replied, pecking my cheek and handing me a coffee cup. I put a decent amount of creamer and sugar in before taking a sip. Surprisingly not horrible. The newspapers all had similar titles, people had been murdered within their homes, no sign of break-ins. "Three have been killed so far," Sam explained. "So what do you guys think it is?" I inquired, Dean handed me a fake ID and smirked, "get dressed and we'll go find out."

Within the hour the three of us were dressed professionally and on our way to where the job was, the boys in their FED suits and me in a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and black blazer, with my hair curled. As we pulled up to the police station Dean gave me a reassuring look and a kiss on the head before we entered. Our trio walked up to the sherif's desk and pulled out our badges. "Hello, I'm officer Bryar these are my partners Rodriguez and Dawson. We're with the FBI, here for the cases of the people killed inside their homes." Sam announced, the sheriff, Owens, led us to the morgue to look at the bodies. "We didn't add this in the papers but all three vics had their blood drained and the same puncture wounds on their necks," he stated. Dean, Sam and I shared a look, vamps. When he showed us the bodies and handed us copies of the files we had already confirmed what it was. We thanked sheriff Owens and headed to a little diner down the street.

"So bloodsuckers," I started, "what's the radius where the vics got drained?" I asked before taking a drink of my water. "They all live within two miles of each other and right near the center," Sam swiveled his laptop and pointed to a spot on the virtual map, "is an abandoned barn." Dean shuffled in a little closer to look as well, "should be easy enough then." He added, snaking an arm around my waist. I smiled up at him and he lightly brushed his lips against mine, "shall we?"

Two hours later we were parked behind some trees near the barn, having had to go back to the bunker to change set us back a but it was still pretty light outside. We were hiding syringes of dead mans blood wherever we could in our clothes and we each had a machete in a sheath on our sides. Dean kept glancing over at me, like he had something to say. "Are you sure you wanna go through with this? We don't know how big the nest is," he said finally. "I'm fine," I protested, "don't worry Dean. We're gonna protect each other right?" The corner of his mouth twitched up and he nodded firmly, grabbing his machete with one hand and my hand with the other.

Once we got to the door we were all silent, listening for any noise coming from inside. When we were confident that it was safe we slipped inside, trying our best to stay quiet. Again Sam went one way and Dean and I went the other. It was a pretty small nest and once we were each situated over a vamp we sliced their heads off at the same time, in case the noise woke some of the others, which it did. There were probably about 12 vamps in the nest and only a few more woke after we killed the first three. Dean attacked a vamp behind me before Sam rejoined us and he and I stood back to back, beheading anything that jumped at us. After we were sure that we had killed all of the bloodsuckers in the nest we piled into the impala and headed home.

Upon arriving Dean headed into the kitchen to make dinner, Sam headed into his room and I bee-lined for the shower. Once I had all of the blood scrubbed away I changed into sweats and an older looking band shirt I don't remember buying. I had my own room here at the bunker, across from Dean's. It was sparsely decorated, a bed with deep purple sheets, a small black loveseat, a dark wood dresser and a matching nightstand, each littered with jewelry and pictures. There was a knock on the door as I was admiring a picture of Sabrina, Daniela and me. Dani was tall, her skin was tan like mine and Sabrina's and we all had matching black hair. Daniela's hair just past her shoulders, she was the tallest of our trio by far. Sabrina's hair was almost to her waist and she was the shortest. Both of them had beautiful brown eyes staring from behind their glasses, "come in." I called without looking up from the frame, Dean padded into the room carrying a plate with a hot dog and cheese fries on it. "Dinner is served, Madame," he stated with a fake accent. I giggled, "merci Monsieur! Comme ça va? Tu as tres mignon!" I said excitedly, giggling again at his confused expression. "I took French in high school," I explained. "I said thanks, how are you and you're really cute." I said matter-of-factly. He smirked before setting the plate down and sitting next to me, placing an arm around my shoulders. "Who's that?" He asked, pointing to Daniela. "Oh that's Dani, you guys would like her, Sabrina too. Ooh! Can we have a movie night? All six of us! Please Dean," I pleaded, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He sighed over dramatically, "I guess, wait six?" "Yeah we have to invite Cas, duh." He shrugged, "'kay call them I'll get Cas." He smiled before heading out of the room, me already grabbing my phone and looking for their contacts.