Supernatural one shots

Purebloods suck-Claire Novak

The underbrush stirred under my pounding feet as I ran through the forest. Dusk was just falling, and We'd fucked up dearly. Purebloods, thats how. We hadn't realized that the pack of werewolves we were hunting could turn whenever they wanted, since they were purebloods. I really hated myself at the moment, to put it simply.

I panted as I ran, my eyes darting around for coverage of any kind. A cave, a hollow tree, or a tree I could climb. Anything at this point. There were four wolves hot on my tail and I knew I'd be screwed if I didn't find something. And soon.

At that moment I found what I was looking for. I swung myself upwards and into a tree, climbing fast and perching on one of the sturdier branches. I looked down to see the wolves had caught up to me. Perfect. Now I had the advantage. A clear birds eye view, and an open shot. I took out my gun and aimed, shooting one in the head. The others turned, and I nailed a second.

"Take that bitches," I growled and clipped another in the leg, finishing him off with a shot to the heart. The other had started to make a run for it, but I hit her in the back of the head, watching her fall to the ground, dead. I sighed and leaned against the tree. I should have done this sooner. My phone interrupted my self deprecation and I jumped a little, taking the vibrating electronic out of my pocket.

"Ah crap," I mumbled. I was going to get an earful that was for sure.

"Heyyy dad, I was just about to-"

"Y/N where the hell are you?!"

I sighed heavily. "Dad I told you. I told you I'd take care of this hunt. You still need to be resting. We can't have you messing up your leg even more," I scolded.

Dad all but growled at me. "Y/N Winchester you are so grounded,"

"Oh my god Dad I'm literally twenty," I huffed.

"I don't care! You could have gotten yourself hurt! Or killed!"

I sighed again and climbed down my perch, jumping to the ground. "Dad stop. I'm not even alone. Though I could be. I'm with Claire,"

"Claire?! That doesn't make me feel any better! You both could have gotten hurt!"

Dean Winchester. The most dramatic father in the entire world. I ran a hand down my face. "Dad look I'm fine, and Claire is too. She took care of half the pack, I got the other half. Now we are meeting back up,"

I really hoped Claire was okay. We had gotten separated as we ran. Four went after her and the other four had gone after me. She was a great hunter though I knew she would be okay.

"Oh you'd better get your ass back here within the next hour or so help me," Dad snapped and I rolled my eyes.

"Dad I promise I'm fi-"

At that moment I was suddenly tackled by a heavy force. I gasped and hit the ground hard, the wind getting knocked out of me. Shit shit shit. One of the wolves that had gone after Claire was hovering above me and snarling.

My hands shot out as I dropped my phone. I could hear my dad yelling for me on the other end, but at the moment I was a little preoccupied with not dying.

The wolf slashed out at me and left deep gashes across my shoulder. I cried out and grunted, trying to reach my gun. Before I could shoot, another shot rang out and the werewolf slumped over me, dead.

I groaned and shoved it off of me, holding my bloody shoulder. "Mother fucker," I grunted and sat up slowly.

"Y/N!"