The Huntress

Four

Deanna's POV:

"Crap Deanna! What did you do!" Sam's voice echoes over my phone. "S.H.I.E.L.D.? Are you kidding me? Those guys are as bad as they get! They are the embodiment's of the stereotypical feds!"

"I know Sam, I screwed up. No need to rub it in. I just wanted to tell you to stay in the bunker and stay safe. I'm pretty sure there're tracking me." There was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Deanna, just come back. Please. Cas and I miss you." Sam's voice pleaded.

"I'm not coming back Sam. I'll end up hurting you. End of conversation." I quickly ended the call and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

"Deanna." A voice with a thick British accent sounds behind. I growl and turn around.

"Why the hell are you here Crowley?" The anger bleeds through my voice.

"I'm here to help you. It's for your own good." He lunges at me, leaving no time to react. My vision quickly goes dark and returns as soon as it left, but I was somewhere else. I was in the bunker.

"Dammit Crowley!" I turn to him and smack him upside the head, but it's too late. I'm already here. Sam stands from his usual spot in the library, staring at me.

"Heya Sammy."
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Steve's POV:

"Hey Nat?" The red head looked up from her computer. "Do you think we should call Tony or something?" I sigh as I run my hand through my hair.

"I was hoping that would be a last resort choice, but it seems like our only option at the moment. Maybe he can track her or something?" She sighs as well.

"I guess. You want to call, or should I?" She raises her hands in protest.

"You suggested it! You can do it, cause' there's no way I'm doing it!" She tosses me her phone and returns to her research on who knows what. I snatch it out of the air and switch it on. Scrolling past the many contacts on her phone, I finally find Tony and dial, turning on the speaker.

"Tony. I need your help." I speak in a monotone voice as soon as he picks up.

"Hey Capsicle! Its been a little while since we've talked. What do you need?" I hold back a groan at his sarcastic voice.

"I need you to track someone. Her name is Deanna Winchester." I hear an audible snort on the other end of the phone.

"You want me to track the untraceable woman? Im gonna need you to come here if we're gonna' do that." My fear just came true. I had been desperately hoping he wouldn't say that. I love Tony, but he's a bit of a handful.

"Fine Tony. I'll be there by" I look at my watch, which reads 'eleven o'clock'. "How about five?"

"Sounds good Cap." I give Nat a glare that reads 'Don't you dare say anything." She smirks at me.

"Hey Tony?" A silence follows that shows he's listening to her. "I think you mean Captain Flag Face?"

"You have to tell me that story when you get here." Tony chuckles.

"Will do Tony." He hangs up, leaving me to glare at Natasha.

"You had to say that?! You know that he's never going to let me live that down, right?" She just chuckles and turns back to her computer.

"Fine. We'll leave in fifteen."

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Sam's POV:

I ran a hand through my ever growing hair, sighing. The past few weeks have been really hard on Cas and I, with the stress of Deanna running away and the constant research. All hours of the day, every day of the week. Cas thinks that I should get some rest, but I told him that I would get rest when we found her. I glance at the screen of my computer, which has an article on Cain pulled up. All of these articles are useless, all of this research futile if we don't find Deanna.

"Dammit Crowley!" Yells a familiar voice, followed by a sharp crack. My head snaps up, met by a sight that I have wanted to see for the past two weeks. Deanna. 

My mouth drops open as I try desperately try to ignore Crowley standing behind her, smirking.

"Heya Sammy." Those two words snap me out of my trance.

"Deanna!" I yell as I rush at her, pulling her into a tight hug. "Where were you? Cas and I were so worried!" I attack her with an onslaught of questions, which begin to slur together and create one giant mumble.

"Jeez Sam." Deanna mumbles, her face mushed into my chest. She tries desperately to push me off her, but I just hold her tighter. "Dammit Sam, let go!" She tears herself out of my grasp, promptly turning around and kicking Crowley in the groin.

"What the hell was that Deanna?" He shouts while holding his groin.

"That's for taking me, when I obviously didn't want to be taken!" She shouts. "I was looking for a case!"

"Deanna, you're being tracked by the US government, and if you didn't know, you're literally number one on the America's Most Wanted list. The will find you. You know that. You have the damn Avengers tracking you!" I try to reason with her.

"Pity them." She grumbles as she storms off, quite obviously to her room. I share a knowing look with Crowley. We both know that she will kill them if they get anywhere close to her.

"Well then."

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Hey guys! Author is sick and kind of depressed. I have a lot on my plate right now, so I hope you guys can understand if I dont update much. But I never know, because writing is kinda the only thing I have left right now. Ill just say this: life is a shit storm, and at the moment, I dont want anything to do with it. Im sorry if this is boring to you guys, but I just needed to get that off my chest.

fangirl out.