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"I don't know what you want me to do, Dean! We can't just leave her here, with her luck she would run right into another shifter."
"I hear ya, Sammy, loud and clear but I don't want to play babysitter."
"No one said that you would." Two voices drew you out of your peaceful slumber. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the dark. Where were you? You glanced around and noticed that you were in the back seat of an unfamiliar car and in the front seat were two grown men bickering like little kids. How did you get here? Oh that's right...
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"Hey, what's a pretty lady like you doing here?" A voice called out through the dark alley. You walked faster, you didn't know this area very well, and a potential rapist was never a good thing. "Where do you think you're going?" The voice was suddenly somehow in front of you. You stopped dead in your tracks as a homeless looking man stepped out of the shadows.
"Um, I was actually going this way." You replied, turning on your heel, back the way you came. Before you could take two steps he was in front of you yet again. That shouldn't be possible. How did he do that?!
"Bet you've never seen someone do that before." The man said taking a step toward you. You promptly took a step away from him. You needed to get out of here and fast before this thing did something to you. You bolted in the opposite direction of the bearded man but the next thing you knew you were being pinned up against the alley wall. The man ripped at your clothing with one hand and had the other wrapped tightly around your throat,
"I could kill you quickly, but you seem like good entertainment." He snickered. You tried to scream, tried to kick, anything that would bring someone to your aid. The man's grip on your throat was beginning to be too much. Large black spots started to appear. Oh god this is it. You were gonna die. You were preparing for the end when suddenly out of nowhere,
"Alright shifter put the girl down," A man yelled from further down the alley way. The bearded man who was choking you seemed to panic at the sound of the other man's voice. He let go of your throat and tore off down the alley. As you slumped to the ground you saw a man with short dirty blonde hair chase after your attacker, while someone else came over to your aid.
"Are you alright?" He asked crouching down next to you. You examined the man who was talking to you. He had long brown hair, a decent body, and he seemed to be ginormous.
"Y-yeah." You replied rather shakily since you were trying to make up for the previous lack of oxygen. The black spots were thankfully disappearing but you still felt weak.
"You sure, that guy didn't hurt you?" The man asked, obviously concerned.
"Besides attempting to rape and strangle me to death, no, but-" you hesitated. How could you explain to a random stranger that your assaulter could move at superhuman speeds? The man looked as if he were about to question you but the other man appeared covered in blood and god knows what else.
"I got him, Sammy. You were right, it was a shifter." The man panted, wiping some blood from his brow. "He was trying to change forms before I could catch up to him but I put that bastard down... Anyways, what are we going to do with the victim's body?"
"She's not dead, Dean." The first man, Sammy, said.
"What?" Dean glanced down at you. "Son of a bitch." He muttered under his breath. Why was he upset you were alive? Why even bother saving you if that was going to be his reaction?
"Who are you guys," you struggled to your feet, "and why is it a bad thing that I'm still alive?" The two men took a step back, whether it was to give you space or out of caution you didn't know. You took note of both of their heights, especially the one who had come to your aid. He seemed ginormous hopefully they weren't planning on doing anything. You'd have a hard time fighting or outrunning them.
"Ok, ok, let's all take a deep breath and calm down," said Sammy.
"Oh calm down? That man is covered in blood and guts and you want me to calm down?!" You exclaimed motioning to Dean. "Why should I trust you guys? You may have saved my life but I'm getting the feeling you want me dead."
"Whoa, slow down there." Dean tried to calm you down. "We don't want you dead... er, sorry I didn't catch your name."
"(Y/N)," you snapped.
"Ok (Y/N), I'm Dean and that's my brother Sam. We don't want you dead, it would just be a hell of a lot easier to get out town if you were," Dean explained.
"Oh and why's that?" You questioned the two men. You had little to no reason to trust them especially since Dean had the remains of a... What did they call it, oh yeah, a shifter. Whatever the hell that is.
"Well, uh, Sammy you’re good at this stuff." Dean stammered to the other man.
"Gee thanks, ok, um... Well what did you see before the attack?" Sam asked.
"I was walking down the alley and then that guy just showed up. I thought he was creepy so I decided to go the other way but when I turned around..." How did you explain to two strangers that the man had super speed?
"He was in front of you?" Sam finished your sentence for you. You simply nodded your head, confirming the fact. He let out a sigh, "That thing was able to do that because well... it wasn't human. It was a shifter, a shapeshifter to be exact."
"A shapeshifter, what like the invasion of the body snatchers?" You knew the thing was fast, but seriously a monster? That was just ridiculous, there was no way monsters were real.
"Not quite, you see these things use their victim's body to live amongst us. When they get bored that's when they attack," Dean explained.
"Ok, let's just say I believe you. If that thing really was a monster what did it want with me?" You asked, playing along with their story.
"Judging by your appearance I'd rather not elaborate," Dean muttered.
"Do you live nearby?" Sam asked. Did they seriously think you were just going to climb into their car? You just met them and obviously one of them was a murderer. "We can give you a ride back to your place so you can get into some different clothes. I promise we'll just give you a ride home that's all!"
"I don't need a ride home," you replied. "I don't live in town."
"Then why are you here?" Dean asked before being elbowed in the side by Sam.
"Family problems, let's just leave it at that," You replied briskly. You sure as hell weren't going to start telling these two strangers your life story. Even if they did save your life. "So you said that thing was a monster right?"
"A shapeshifter, yeah," Sam said.
"Ok, if it's a monster how did Dean kill it?" You asked. If it was a monster surely it couldn't be killed my something as trivial as a gun.
"Silver bullet straight to the heart," Dean stated. "Make the bullets myself."
"I thought that was werewolves," you retorted. Did they seriously think you were so stupid you wouldn't know how to kill a werewolf? Even little kids knew that!
"Silver kills or harms most monsters, shifters included," Sam explained.
"Really? So if I run around whacking random people with a fork there's a chance I might kill someone?" You asked.
"Why would you run around, whacking people with a fork?" Dean raised an eyebrow in question.
"It was just a question, but answer it. Would the fork kill them?"
"Depends on the monster," Sam ran a hand through his hair, "you aren't thinking of hunting them are you?"
"Why not? After all one tried to kill me, I think that's more than enough of a reason to go looking for some. Can I tag along with you guys?" You stated with a smile. Sam seemed to be considering your offer.
"Well may-"
"Sammy-" Dean said with a sharp note in his voice.
"Dean, she obviously knows too much for us to just leave her here and she's already expressed an interest in hunting," Sam said.
"Sammy, can we talk for a minute?" Dean asked pulling Sam aside. It was obvious that they were arguing about you going with them. If you wanted to leave now this was your chance but... Something kept you there. Whether it was the promise of hunting monsters or the looks of one of the men you weren't sure. It was probably more of the former, as you watched the brunette intently. He was having a hushed, albeit heated, argument with Dean.
The two argued for a minute or so until they turned back to face you,
"(Y/N) we were wondering if you'd like to come up hunting with us," Sam offered.
"We're hunting monsters, right? Not animals because if that's the case I'm walking." You could never bring yourself to hurt an animal. They were some of sweetest things about this planet.
"Yeah, it's monsters," Dean grumbled. "So are you in or not?" You thought for a moment, it's not like you had a family to go running back to. Nor did you have any loose ends that would get tangled up while you were with the two. Besides hunting monsters sounded like it could be fun.
"Sure, I'm in." You stated with a small grin. "What's next?"
"Next we get the hell out of town, we don't want the cops to get on our tails. Follow us." The blonde started off down the alley and you followed close behind him. You wanted to get the hell out of this alley as fast as you could. Where the alley met the street there was an old 1967 Chevy Impala parked waiting for its driver to return.
"Vintage," You commented approvingly. It was a nice looking car, you just hoped it ran as well as it looked.
"That's Dean's baby," Sam smirked at the other man.
"Baby?" You asked looking Dean who was affectionately rubbing the hood of his car.
"He's in love with that car," Sam explained.
"Yeah, he shows it," You let out a quiet laughed.
"He sure does," Sam chuckled. God that sounded like music to your ears. Wait what?! You just met this man and you were already falling in love with him! God, (Y/N), snap out of it!
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked looking over at you.
"No I'm fine, just thinking," you replied.
"Ok (Y/N), before you tag along with us there just a couple things we need to do. Don't worry it's nothing too bad, just some precautions." Dean said as he opened the trunk of his car.
"Alright, sounds reasonable," you watched the man's movements carefully. He pulled out a bottle of water,
"First, we have to down you in holy water," Dean stated. "To make sure you aren't a demon," he added noticing your puzzled look.
"Those are real too?" You asked as the man poured water over your hands.
"Uh huh, so far so good," Dean said. He put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it back into the trunk. "Some salt," he grabbed a different container and poured some on your hands.
"Are you planned on turning me into salted meat?" You joked, but to be honest you were curious as to why he was doing this.
"It's like silver, it repels a bunch of different monsters," Sam explained. Dean tossed the container pack into the trunk, reached for another, and then paused.
"You might not like this part."
"Why do you say that?" That's when you saw Dean pull a knife from the trunk. "What is that for?" You started to back away from the car. There was no way in hell you were going to let two strangers harm you with a knife. You were about to turn and run but Sam's large body blocked your path.
"It's pure silver," Dean stated as he approached you. “We have to make sure that you’re not a shifter.” You tried to run around Sam but he paced his hands firmly on your shoulders, keeping you in place.
"Don't worry; it'll be over before you know it." Sam said squeezing your shoulder slightly, as if he was trying to reassure you of this. That’s when Dean grabbed hold of your left forearm and cut it with the knife.
"Ow!" You yelped out in pain. Sam let go of your shoulders and you quickly placed your hand over the wound.
“Alright, all done. Come on let’s get outta here.” Dean said as he wiped the knife off on his jeans, before returning it to its place in the trunk. You watched as the blonde man got into the driver’s seat.
"See that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Sam patted your shoulder reassuringly.
"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one getting cut," you huffed.
“(Y/N), we've done that to ourselves more times than you can imagine." Dean called out. "Are you two coming or what?" You let out a sigh and climbed into the backseat, while Sam got into the front. Within seconds of buckling your seatbelt the car was peeling out of the alley.
“So where are you staying?” Sam asked turning his head to look at you from the passenger seat.
“The Red Roof Inn just around the corner. If you turn left at this light you’ll see it,” you replied. Dean turned at the light and you saw the motel up ahead.
"That one?" Dean asked.
“Yeah, my room is 117. You can park right there.” You pointed out an empty spot where your car would have been if you had a car. Hitching rides was how you got this far and you were extremely grateful that the boys had agreed to let you hunt with them. You had no idea how much longer you could have kept up your old ways, especially when any driver could be some serial killer.
Dean pulled into the spot and when the impala came to a stop you got out,
"Let me go get my bag and I’ll be back out in a few minutes."
"We'll wait right here," Sam called out through the car window. You nodded your head and hurried into your room. Once the door was shut behind you, you ran to look in the mirror. The sight you saw almost made you gag. Your clothing was barely covering your body, your eyes were red and puffy from crying out for help, and dark circles laid under your eyes from several sleepless nights. Why Sam and dean agreed to bring you with them was a mystery. You looked like a wreck, who would want someone like you to help protect others?
What was so special about Sam and Dean anyways? You didn't know these two guys and yet you were about to travel to only god knows where with them. It’s not like you had a choice though, you had nowhere else to go. Your family wouldn't miss you after all of the trouble you caused for them, even if it was in order to help them. Who cares what they thought? You were long gone and you weren’t going back.
You stepped away from the mirror and began to pack your duffel bag. Thankfully you hadn’t unpacked too much stuff the night before and were able to toss your few belongings back into the black bag without wasting much time. You didn’t want to keep the boys waiting too long, you wanted to prove to them that their decision to bring you into their fold was a good idea.
When you were absolutely certain that you had everything you retreated back to the impala. When you climbed into the backseat with only your duffel the boys looked bac at you in surprise.
"That's all you have?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, what did you expect me to have twenty five suitcases or something?” You replied.
"Well yeah, we thought girls always had a ton of luggage." Sam commented as Dean started up the car again.
"I hate to break it to you boys but that’s not the case for most girls," You chuckled. It was obvious that the two of them hadn’t traveled with a woman before. It looked like they had a lot to learn about you and you had a lot to learn about hunting.