The Huntress (Dean Winchester)

Chapter 1

*AN: Third Person POV*

 

         ~Year 1996~

     "Jessica Alba is the hottest, hands down." Mark Rebelle, Claire's older brother told his best friend, Dean Winchester. The two boys were arguing over which actress was the hottest. Claire rolled her eyes at the arguments and pretended that she didn't care, but at that age what ever came to Dean suddenly mattered to her. She didn't know why, but she didn't question it. She just went along with it. She was crushing (that much she knew), extremely hard, but her 12 year old heart couldn't help but skip a beat when the 17 year old boy was around. She knew her brother knew, and she knew that he was only bringing up this topic just to tease her.

     The three were sitting on the curb in front of her house. Everyone was bundled up and were close together due to the falling snow. They were freezing, but all agreed that it was better to stay out there rather than cooped up inside for the next three days. The only thought that kept her happy was that Christmas was only just a couple of hours away.

     Claire was in the middle of the two arguing friends, but she only looked straight ahead so her cheeks wouldn't start to turn pink. She hated the fact that she started to feel a little bit jealous just knowing that Dean thought someone else was prettier than her. But she tossed the thought away just as quickly as it came. She knew that nothing could happen between them. For several reasons:

     1. Age difference

     2. He's her brother's best friend

     3. Her brother sees him as a brother so technically in a way he's family

     4. He's Dean Winchester, enough said.

     "No way Keira Knightley all the way." Dean grumbled as he took a sip of his hot chocolate that Claire's mom, Laurel Rebelle, brought out for them earlier. His knee accidently bumped on hers and she instantly pulled her's towards herself to make sure there was no more contact. She kept staring straight at Dean's house which was pretty easy since they lived across the street from one another. His house had always looked sad to her. Sam, Dean's little brother, had always told her that the first time she'd seen his house she just bursted out crying, two days later she heard the story of the fire and the boy's mother. 

      "Do you two ever talk about anything that isn't shallow?" She teased them both which earned an eye roll from Mark. She smirked, she loved getting under her brother's skin. "Seriously, it feels like we just jumped into the kiddy-pool-shallow."

     "Who do you think is the hottest then, little girl?" Mark grinned as she tried giving her a nuggie on the head. She instantly moved back to protect the neatness of her hair and in the process bumped into Dean. Mark laughed as she leaned back forward and smacked him on the back of his head.

     "Okay, One: don't call me little girl!" she growled and counted off her fingers as she started to list things to her older brother. "And, Two: I'm a girl so therefore I don't think any girl is hot."

     "You're a girl?" Dean teased and she could see him give his usual smirk from the corner of her eye. Crush or no crush this boy was teasing so therefore Claire had to retaliate. She turned to him with a dead-ass face and without blinking pushed him on the shoulder. He fell on the soft snow causing the Rebelle's to laugh their asses off.

     "Aww what a cute couple," Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders,"Now what do I wear to the wedding? Blue or black? Oh and how many kids? Three or four?"

     Four.

     Wait, what?

     "Fuck off." she shrugged off his arm and shouldered him which caused him to laugh.

     "Come on I was just jo...." she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes looked past Mark to spot a black mini van. She tried convincing herself that the chill she felt was because of the cold.  Nothing more. She kept her eyes locked on it even when it turned the corner.

     ".....inside, whatcha think little girl?" Mark noticed his sister's lack of attention and started to wave his hand in front of her face. "Hello? You coming inside or what?"

     "Huh?" she snapped back to reality and looked at him with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Yeah let's go, I'm freezing." But that wasn't true. When the van left so did the chill. They all got up and Mark practically ran inside, knowing that their little sister, Lauren, would've ate all the s'mores by now. Claire dusted off the snow that fell on her shoulders and started heading towards the door when she felt a hand spin her around.

     "You okay?" Dean asked her.

     "Um, yea. It was nothing. Just got cold." it wasn't a complete lie.

     "It looks like it was more than nothing."

     "Seriously I'm fi--"

     "Claire tell me the truth." 

    "Okay fine." something about the way his eyes stared into her caused her to squel. "It was the van, okay? I just got a.... I don't know... a feeling... Let's get inside before my  mom pelts us with dish towels." She added the last part lightly, not liking how the conversation was going. Dean opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he shut it back before sighing and walking with her towards the door.

     "Your right, let's go."

     Claire opened the door and walked in. When she looked back she saw Dean looking out at the street as if he were expecting a ghost or something to pop out.