Is Magic Girl in Love? [DEAN WINCHESTER STORY]

Vampires, who knew they were a handful?

Chapter 1

"I'm not sorry. And I'm not ever going to be this is our problem. If it ain't us it'dl be someone else, now get in your damn car and start driving."

"You said I could take a break..."

"But I also said when I need you to be ready. I need you. Stop complaining. It's life."

"But..."

"No buts, call me when you get there." The phone clicks and I clench the phone even harder.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I place the phone down on the cheap nightstand and lie down on this lumpy bed.

I don't even get to argue back.

Let me tell you my life has been pretty much messed up from the get-go. Living on the road is hard enough without my dad breathing down my neck at my every move. But that's just how it is. Take this moment, for example, one day into what was supposed to be a weekend break from my job, Dad has me doing a vampire case. Sometimes, I wish, that maybe, just maybe, I could get one week with no monsters bumping in the night, no guns under my pillow, no supernatural, no nightmares keeping me up, none of it. But guess what? Mr. Father-of-the-year won't allow it. No sir. Still, beggars can't be choosers. After I cleared a werewolf's pack up in Idaho, Dad, my very old grumpy assistant that tells me where to go and what to kill called me for a case in Missouri. If you haven't figured me out yet, you might ask; "What the hell Amelia? What job involves vampires and werewolves?" Short story, I hunt them. You're welcome. And, not to brag or anything but hunting supernatural has some of its perks. For instance, it's made me pretty damn strong. Not the point, the point is I took a visit to Oregon because I thought there was a case there, there wasn't, and now this case is in Missouri. I'm supposed to drive multiple hours for a vampire case. Couldn't he call someone better or at least closer? I'm not busy, but other people aren't either, probably.

And now I have a case that's more than a day's worth away I better get driving. I pack up my unused supplies and get in my beautiful grey 1996 Jeep Wrangler this beauty has been with me since 18. He's one of the most prized possession I saved up for years to get him.

It's almost 10:30 when I hop into my car, yet another caffeine filled night for me.

I let the music fill the emptiness in the car and luckily, I don't have to fight over the music. It's what I want and when I want.

And don't judge, but I am a little orchestra fan, but can you blame someone who has learned how to play anything I could get my hands on.

My favorite instrument has to be is the violin. I stole it when I was 15. Luckily Bobby let me keep it even though I sort of, definitely, sucked at first.

Anyways, let me skip this boring drive for you.

Time Skip to Missouri

I'll catch you up on what you missed, sleeping in my car and gas station stops.

I parked at a simple motel off the freeway I'm so exhausted. While I resisted the urge to hurt the receptionist for taking his sweet time, I check my phone for the time, 4 am. Also, two missed calls from Bobby.

Oh, shit.

He's probably pissed at me for not picking up. I'm not scared of much, but a pissed off Dad dad is one of them.

By now it's almost morning, so I throw my stuff into the bedroom. Do I have my guns? Knives? Fake ID? Formal Clothes? Intensely red lipstick that is absolutely hard to make look good? Yep, check, always, unfortunately, and of course. I, being such a kind human afterward, call Bobby.

Ring Ri "Where in the hell have you been!"

"Nice to hear from you too Dad." Even though I don't say it, I do feel terrible. He worries way too much.

"Well sorry, but when you don't pick up when I call I have to assume the worst!" He always does and always will. You see, he is grumpy like 24/7. There is no end to the bickering that's what makes him so unique.

I fall onto the usually cheap lumpy bed while spreading my arms and legs out.

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry, but you don't need to yell. My ears are necessary and, I'm sorry I didn't hear you calling. I needed to put my music on loud. So I didn't fall asleep on the road." I state very calmly.

I can hear him sighing, trying to relax, "Sorry. I was just worried."

"Well I'm almost 26, you don't need to be such a helicopter parent. There are other hunters who you need to save." It's true. His is a walking and talking information stand. And to be designated his daughter I'm very blessed. So thrilled!

Don't get me wrong I'm grateful but again because I can't always remember that I'm a "young inexperienced brat" doesn't mean I should get scolded every time I don't pick up a damn phone.

I lean over to check the clock, "5:00" Why can't this phone call be after I get some rest?

"Don't worry about them, now stop fighting with me and find something to write with." I hear him shuffle around some papers over the phone.

I grunt upward and squeeze the phone between my ear and shoulder. Trying to find a pen and paper in my duffle bag I find my lost shirt I was looking for a while back.

I grab my notebook and a pencil and sit at the small table next to the window. Oh, look the sun, "Ok shoot."

"The first victim was Bella King, 25. The second was Maddie Kelly, 27 both had blood lost without any signs of open wounds. The most recent was Shannon Lindstrom, 26, this one had its neck sliced in the back alley. All last heard going to the same bar."

"Is that all?"

"One more thing, if you go and see the bodies you can tell they all look similar."

"And what do the vamps go for?"

"Dirty blonde hair, about 5'8," He paused, "green eyes and age around 26."

I stopped writing, "So they all look like me?"

"Yeah." He called me to drive all that way because I'm useful.

"Is that why you called me to go all this way because I am the bait?" Is he kidding?

"I sent some good hunters to help you." He didn't. He wouldn't. He knows I work alone!

"You what!!!" I screamed at him. I don't care if I have neighbors right now.

"I sent some hunters to keep your ass safe. Now I know you work alone..."

"Damn right, I do!" I stand up and have to pace around the room or might throw this phone at the wall wishing it was his face.

"I don't give two craps. Amelia, you are going to work with them, and that is final. Knowing you, I gave them your fake name 'Paris.'" With that, he hung up.

Like hell, I am. I know he's my dad, and I'm supposed to do stuff he says, but honestly, I don't care. I'm 26 I could make my own decisions. Do I? No. But could I? Yeah, if I tried hard enough.

It's 5:15 in the morning and I'm tired, I grab a black tank top and some spandex and lay in my fancy lump of a motel bed drifting off to bed angry. Like I normally do.