One big dysfunctional family

"Meet up"

Chapter 1- "Meet up"

Disclosure ~ I do NOT own Supernatural or the characters of Sam and Dean. I do own the character of Anabell.

WARNING- Cursing, Kinda graphic killing of the supernatural beings.

A/N: I do not have a beta so bare with me, if you would like to beta for me leave your info in the comments or message me. Please review they make me happy! :o)

Anyways on with the read! *Amory*

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All three were relaxed in the little motel room after the attack. Anabell had just given the civilian the "talk". Surprisingly he thanked them and Anabell gave him her phone number if he ever came across something.

(A few hours earlier)- Anabell's POV.

I'd just diched the car half a mile back. Kinda proud of myself for finding that $250 in the hidden spot of the glove compartment. Added to the money I made in the past few days hustling people playing pool and placing bets in bars on stupid stuff. I'd say I got about $837 bucks all together.

I've learned to dich the cars before I get to the motels, because just in case there's less of a chance to get caught. Plus, it was an extra workout in the cardio department. Not to brag but my strong, muscular, toned body could take some pretty heavy shit. Compared to most people I have a high pain tolerance. That's why my heavy military back pack doesn't bother my shoulders. Or my rather heavy weapons bag, it's made from tightly woven cotton and to match the brown cotton a leather two-strap. It was given to me by a hunter I met on a case, he had branded the handle with my nick name "Ana".

The nick name Ana was given to me by a man I keep so dearly to my heart. Cristopher was the best damn man in the world.

~flash back~

"CC" yelled a 7-and-a-half-year-old Anabell.

"Did you get it, are ye al' right? Ana!" Yelled an ecstatic mid to late 45's man with a beard and matching dark brown hair.

"Yeah, I finished em' off, see." Ana yelled as Cristopher rounded the trees and brush to see Ana pointing at the two dead vamps. Their heads each severed clear off near damn perfect.

In reply Cristopher just smiled big, the corners of his mouth nearly touching his ears. Lifting his hand up to pat her head. "Great job kid." He cheered as he ruffled her hair in a playful way. She loved the way he did that and he was the only one who could.

As she clipped her machete into its matching case, made of pure leather hooked to her belt.

She leaned into Cristopher's side and wrapped her arms around his waist and in reply he placed his arm over her shoulder.

They stayed for a minuet looking at the dead vamps and the blood trail to the neck. He looked down his beautiful brown eyes meeting her green ones. The look of satisfaction on their faces....

~END~

She was drawn back to reality when a small tear left her eye. Quickly she wiped away the warm drop, hunters did NOT cry. She had kept a strong wall up that kept her from showing these emotions. She was not gonna let these walls that took her months to build come crashing down. Even if no one could see her.

A growl and a scream coming from not too far away brought her into her hunter/military mode. Quickly grabbing her .45 filled with silver bullets and a silver knife from her waist band. She threw her weapon bag over her shoulder locking it tight in place, and took off in the direction of the noise.