A Hunter's Way Of Saying I Love You

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(Estimated episode: 8.12/ As Time Goes By)

I flicked my toothbrush letting the rest of the water shake out. I stared at the mirror in front of me. The boys gave me the bathroom last so I could take however long I needed. Whatever that meant. I have a feeling both of them don't have much experience with women. Well, successful encounters. I pull my semi-long hair into a small ponytail letting the usual hairs fall down and shape my face. Or, more like like Dean's. I've learned I'm an exact replica of him.

Crash. Mumbles filled the room. I opened the bathroom door and a man stood there staring at Sam and Dean surprised. I back up quietly letting the boys handle him. He was very well dressed and talked smoothly.

"One of you must know John Winchester." He insisted starting at them intently. Dean had him pushed against the wall. I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me. Dean had a hard look on his face. Almost sinister.

"Tell you what- when one of us fall out of your closet you can ask questions." Sam stared at him while Dean remained quite. I just wanted to give them space. No need to barge into hunting again without any practice.

"Is it absolutely essential for you to keep your hands on me," Dean pushes away rough but still within arms reach, "thank you," he pushed down his suit and takes a breath, "Gentlemen the absence of any and all of other explanations this has been a tragic misunderstanding. I'll be on my way." He starts to walk towards the door but Sam and Dean step forward. I move forward slightly too. Just to be sure.

"That's not happening." Sam mutters as Dean pushes a pair of cuffs on to his wrist as he struggles and starts complaining about the boys being underclass. I groan and roll my eyes.

"Stop struggling and get it over with." I mutter opening the palm of hand pointing at the boys. The mystery man lays his eyes on me for the first time this whole experience. He looks me up and down.

"What are you wearing? Don't you have any dignity?" Dean pushes the man up against the door roughly and smashes his face into it. I glance down at my outfit confused. It's just jeans and Dean's old AC/DC shirt. He pushed Dean off him and ran out the door. They both looked down at their wrists confused. I stared at the cuffs on their wrists. I start walking to the door as they struggle with the cuffs.

"Dean they were supposed to go him. How did that even happen?" I glance at the two still struggling. He glanced up at me and gave me the 'fuck off' look. I opened the door and pulled out my gun. I pointed right at him and walk out.

"I would not if I were you." The man looked up at me and smiled.

"A lady like you would never shoot me." He throws his elbow through the window shattering it. I let off a shot and it grazes his left shoulder. OOH- I still got it! He hold his hand over it and stared at me in disbelief. Sam and Dean walk out beside me and stare at the wound on his shoulder. Sam and Dean lead him back inside and tie him up. I pull myself up on the table and sit down quietly. He looked at me and smiled.

"I've only met one other person like you. Ever had the guts to shoot another human like that. You could have killed me if you were a terrible aim." His voice was cocky and he grinned as Dean stared at him.

"I could have killed you. But I didn't aim for your heart for a reason." I furrow my eyebrow at him and lay the gun beside me. Dean pulled out his silver knife, "it was a silver bullet I shot him with." Dean turned around and smiled at me. I grinned as Dean put the knife away and splashed him with holy water. The dude started laughing. Dean did his usual until the man looked surprised when Dean mentioned John.

The whole room started shaking. I moved off the table and held my ground pulling my gun into my hands. The guy jumps up and runs next to me. I stare at him noticing features that seemed familiar but distant.