Stella the Hunter

Deep and intoxicating, the bright, electric blue of the sky stares back at me as I examine the fluffs of white floating throughout it. As the day progressed, I began to feel the hood of the car I lay on heat up through my thin cotton t-shirt. I sit up, and star at the line of dark green forest to my left, and then, the dirt road to my right. I allow a sigh to escape through my lips as turn the key, and head in the direction of the crappy motel I currently live in.
A young hunter gets thrown into the chaotic lives of Sam and Dean Winchester (not a cliche fic plz read)