Hunters Best Friend

Chapter 6

Skye woke up early to Dean banging on the door and rolled out of bed, sighing quietly. She got ready and packed quickly, kissing Cas's forehead lightly before walking out of the room quietly and finding Dean in the main room, packing a bag of salt and iron. She yawned and walked towards him, smiling slightly.

"Mornin' Dean," she mumbled tiredly, setting her bag next to his. She hated early mornings, especially when she used to swim. Dean grunted in acknowledgement and she sighed, leaning against Deans arm lightly and feeling the softness of his shirt. He glanced down at her and she blushed slightly, moving away. He zipped up the bag and nodded, grabbing Sam's laptop.

"Come on, let's go," Dean said roughly, not looking at her as he picked up the bag and began walking up the stairs. She watched him before grabbing her bag and following him quietly, keeping her eyes on his shoulders, watching as his muscles moved under the weight of the bag. She blinked quickly and shook her head, clearing it before thinking about something else. Anything other than the man walking in front of her. She began focusing on the excitement of her first hunt. She would be a hunter, prove to Dean that she could do whatever he could. She climbed into the Impala, tossing her bag into the backseat as Dean did the same and set Sam's laptop down carefully. He began driving quickly and Skye looked around outside before yawning and leaning her forehead against the window, closing her eyes. Five minutes of extra sleep never hurt...

She awoke to Dean's hand on her shoulder, nudging her awake. She looked around outside at the motel and blinked quickly, glancing at Dean, who was grabbing all of his things. She scrambled to do the same and climbed out of the car, racing to follow him towards the office of the motel. The man there was smoking as he eyed Dean carefully before looking at Skye and smirking.

"We need a room, two single beds," Dean said, stepping in front of her and blocking Skye from view. He pulled out his wallet and looked up at the man, annoyed.

"Twenty dollars a night, but if you want, I'll lower it to ten for a night with her," he said and Dean stood up a bit straighter, shaking his head. Skye glared at him, cracking her knuckles. Dean gave her a warning glance.

"No. We need one room, one night," he said sternly, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and exchanging the man for a room key. Dean nodded to the man and turned sharply, walking away as Skye followed quickly, not looking back to the man as her nose scrunched up. Ever since she was bitten, her sense of smell had gotten stronger, and the smell of smoke was putrid. She waited as Dean opened the door and walked in, keeping the door open until she got into the room and he closed the door, tossing his bag next to one of the beds. Skye set her bag next to the other one, looking up at him. "You ready?" Dean asked and she nodded, smiling a bit.

"Yeah, where are we going?" Skye asked as she walked with Dean to the Impala and climbed in, bouncing in the seat as Dean got in the other side.

"Haunted house not too far from here," he said, looking at her and rolling his eyes. He began driving, ignoring the speed limit as Skye's smile grew wider. She couldn't wait to finish this then get back to the bunker, where she knew Cas would be proud of her. She didn't hate Dean, but she knew he didn't like the idea of her hunting. She looked out the window and nervousness began to creep up her spine as she watched the houses speed by. What if she messed up and got hurt? No, she needed to focus, to not get distracted.

Soon, Dean pulled up into a long, winding driveway and her nervousness only grew when she saw the old house with the cemetery out front. Dean parked in front of the house and Skye looked at it, chewing on her bottom lip. Dean looked at her expectantly and she nodded, getting out of the car and walking towards the trunk. She glanced to the house and saw a little girl in the window smile maliciously before vanishing and Skye gasped, taking a step back. Dean looked over at her and sighed, rolling his eyes as he opened the trunk and pulled out a shovel, handing it to her.