Party of Three: Supernatural S1 (Sam x OC x Dean)

Party of Three Pt.2 (pilot)

It was the next morning, the impala was parked in front of a gas station. Isabeau and Sam decided to wait in the car while Dean went inside to get whatever the hell he wanted.

Isabeau and Sam were talking about whatever came to their minds. The two felt good catching up with each other. Isabeau pretty much knew what Sam was up to these past two years, and so Sam was curious to know what Isabeau was doing. She never really talked about the details of her life over the phone.

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat of the impala with a box in his hands, rifling through them. "You hunted while in college? You must've been going crazy." Sam turned to Isabeau who was sitting in the backseat of the impala.

Isabeau nodded, leaning forward, putting her arms over the front seat. "Insane is more like it. Pulling multiple all-nighters to study for a test and my free time was committed to hunting. Never caught a break."

Sam nodded. "Have you ever thought about, you know, leaving it behind?"

Isabeau sighed and gave Sam a look. "Sam, you and I both know that I can't leave it."

"Why not? No one is stopping you. You could live a safe, normal life."

"I'm far from normal Sam. I was a part of the supernatural since the second I was born. I can't just shimmy my way out of this. It's always going to be a part of my life whether I like it or not." Isabeau explained. Sam knew that there was no fighting her on the matter because she was right.

What she was, she couldn't just leave. Sam didn't want her to be right about the situation. He didn't want her life to just be hunting. He wanted her to use that degree that she worked her ass off for. Have a family, maybe even have a couple of kids. But he knew deep down that even if she did settle down, her partner and her own kids, if she chooses to have any, would be dragged into the supernatural.

Sam cleared his throat, going back to the box in his hands. "Sorry."

Isabeau scoffed. "Don't be... let me see that." Sam chuckled, handing her the box of cassette tapes. Isabeau took the box in her hands and began rifling through it, trying to find something good.

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean called out to Sam and Isabeau.

Sam leaned out of the passenger door to look at his brother, "No thanks." Dean leaned over to the back seat window, holding up junk food in Isabeau's vision. Isabeau stuck one of her hands out of the window grabbing a bag of chips from his hand. "Don't mind if I do." She placed it besides her, going back to her task.

"So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You and dad still running credit-card scams?" Sam leaned over picking a few cassette tapes and giving them a once over.

"Yeah,well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean answered, putting the gas nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam swings his legs back into the car and closes the door.

"Uh... Burt Aframian and his son, Hector." Dean gets into the driver seat, placing his soda and chips down and closes the door. "Scored two card out of the deal."

Isabeau gave a small chuckle. "Sounds like nothings changed." Isabeau handed the box back to Sam.

"I swear, man.You got to update your cassette-tape collection." Isabeau looked at Sam like he had grown two heads. Dean was just as confused. "Why?"

"Well, for one- they're cassette tapes, and two- Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?" Sam listed off the names on the tapes. Isabeau wanted to grab the Metallica tape but Dean beat her to it. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."