A Supernatural Fairytale

Chapter One

You were a hunter, recommended to work with Dean and Sam by none other then the famous, deceased John Winchester. He had heard about you through the grapevine, and even had the pleasure of meeting you once or twice. So when Sammy went to Stanford, he could think of nobody else to recommend his son to take with him on the more difficult hunts. Dean was leery at first, but after seeing that you were one hell of a shot, and learned that you were completely self taught hunter who started hunting at the age of 16, he started trusting you more. Most hunters only knew your age and that much about you, but Dean always thought he knew more... you both thought you knew each other pretty well. You were the only one prepared for when Dean revealed he sold his soul for Sammy, and while it broke your heart, you saw it coming a mile away

You and the eldest Winchester had a strange bond, on the outside it might even look like a real relationship, but to those close to you, they knew you would never be the power couple everyone dreamed of you being. So it didn't surprise Sam that while arguing with his brother in the car, that you were taking his side.

"Dean, we have the colt! We can go back to the crossroad, summon the demon..." Sam was arguing back, voice elevated.
"And what Sam? Twist her arm and threaten to gank her if she doesn't agree to reverse your brother's deal?" You loudly interrupted from the back seat
"Yeah, and if that doesn't work we just shot her..."
"Oh and what you think the deal with just magical vanish with her?"You snapped back, Sam looking from you to Dean, as you finished, "We aren't doing it Sam, it is suicide, for all of us if we do."
"How can you be taking his side on this [Y/N]?" Sam pleaded in a shout
"Cause all you are giving me is a bunch of ifs, and buts, and maybes, and that's not good enough! If we screw this deal up you die Sam!" Dean's voice matching the volumes of Sam's as he stared at him dumbfounded
"And if we don't fix this, you die Dean!" Sam yelled in response, Dean's grip tightening on the wheel as you flopped back against the leather seats, Sam looking at his brother with frustration as he continued, "It is at least worth a try."
"No Sam it isn't, now we are done with this conversation, and if I hear one more word about it, you can walk!" Dean retorted
"Why cause you said so."
"Yeah, because I said..."
"Well you aren't Dad Dean!" Sam screamed before the car got eerily quiet, you could feel the regret radiating off of Sam, and the frustration radiating off of Dean as he harshly said, "You're right, I'm not Dad, but I am the oldest, and I am doing what is best for this family, so we are dropping this, now."
The car was silent for a solid five minutes, no one speaking as the tension hung in the impala like a smoke cloud, finally you spoke up from the back, "So Sam, tell us about this case again?"
He cleared his throat, his normally cheery, sympathetic tone filled with frustration, and a fight for composure as he grabbed his printed papers, "The psychotic killer, rips victims apart with brute-like force."
"Any descriptions of his razor sharp teeth, or his four inch claws?" Dean inquired, as you added, "Don't forget his animal eyes?"
"Nope, however the lunar cycle is right." He grumbled as you looked out the window, taking in the dark surroundings as he continued, "meaning if it is a werewolf, we don't have long, full moon is this Friday, after it is a good month before it is full again."
"Meaning we have two days to find this thing. No sweat." Dean responded as he glanced at you in the rear view mirror, hoping you wouldn't notice him sneak a glance as he sped to the nearest motel.

Upon arriving you all filed into the dingy room, looking at the two beds as both you and Dean threw your bags onto the same bed, following a tradition you both started when you were just a duo. Sam chuckled to himself as he saw you continue the cycle, shaking his head at how stubborn you both were as you gathered your pajamas and snuck into the bathroom. Another unwritten rule you shared with the boys, you always got the first shower, and if they didn't like it, they were welcome to join. The only one who ever did though was Dean, but that was because Dean threatened to salt and burn Sam in the woods if he ever even thought of joining you. At the soft sound of Sam chuckling Dean lifted his head, looking at the younger before whispering, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, just if I didn't know any better..."
"I know, you would think you were traveling with a married couple, you say it every time we stay anywhere."
"Admit it Dean, why don't you just ask her out already?"
"I got less then a year Sam, why ruin what we have now with the impending doom?"
"You already are ruining it, she just is too in love with you to tell you how stupid you are..."
"Sam drop it! Or do I have to come out there and put you both in time out in a towel again!?" Your voice boomed out of the bathroom, both boys looking to the shut door, hearing the water running, Sam was the first to speak, "I swear she is part...."
"Heard that!" You shouted back, causing both boys to drop the topic for the rest of the night.