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I am 20 years old, yet I still act as if I was 16 and look it too. I can't remember the last time I stayed in one place for over a month or the last time I wasn't hungover, it's safe to say I'm a hunter.
I sat in my usual spot in some old grungy bar my 5th whisky burning my throat as I downed it, I stare around at the old men and sluts hovering around or sat on the worn sofas. It was mainly the sound of distance conversations that at times made the bar roar with laughter, It was interrupted by the door opening as the man responsible sat 3 stools down from me. He didn't hesitate to order himself a double whisky. "Rough night?" I question trying to make some kind of conversation after being alone for the past hour, I began to study him. Dark, short hair with stubble hugging his chin and neck, a black t-shirt along with a plaid patterned flannel left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up and some dark jeans. His shoes were worn, brown leather boots that were lazily tied. The barman came back with his drink and placed it on the bar, the man swirled it in one hand and washed down any emotion he had with it. He turned to me still looking at now his empty glass. "That's putting it lightly," he said in his husky tone, I gesture to the barman as he rolls his eyes and finishes a conversation with an old local before coming over. "Same again, for him to" gesturing to my new drinking partner, "5 whiskies aren't enough for ya? You sure that's not a fake I.D sweetheart?" he asks sarcastically as I mentally tell myself it'd be stupid to start throwing punches with so many people around. "Did I stutter Dr Phil? Another" I half-shout in an irritated voice, I grab him by the collar "call me sweetheart again and I'll shove my fake I.D where the sun don't shine" I hear a muffled laugh as he refills our glasses a voice from the side of me "rough night as well then, 5 whiskies... how are you still on that stool" he asks sounding genuinely curious. My mind trails back to the previous hours wasted hunting fucking vamps, hardly got close to the nest when I got jumped by 3 of the blood sucking freaks. When I realised, If 3 came to ambush 1 hunter how many are in the nest? I mentally count 3 of them off the unknown amount. And how am I even going to get close to it? Fingers suddenly snapped in my face, my heart jumped as I reached for my ankle before stopping myself as I realised it was just him. I instantly relaxed as I apologise to him for slipping away from reality, he's studying my face as he looks down to my ankle. It's only when I see his face do I realise how handsome he is, stunning green eyes that make me want to melt into a puddle. He even has light freckles scattered across his cheeks as his mouth curls into a smile, "I'm Dean" he says holding his hand out as I shake it firmly. "Kate" I reply, returning a smile but not as bright as his.
After another 4 or 5 drinks, we walk out the bar together. "There she is!" he yells pointing to his beautiful car in the car park, we walk over to her this must be "baby," I think. I admire her for all her beauty "1967 Chevrolet Impala damn she is beautiful" I say without thinking, I've always had a thing for old cars especially ones as beautiful as Impalas. Dean stands there his jaw practically on the floor, As I glance at my phone. The time was almost unbelievable. "Well it's been a fun night Dean but I better be heading off;" I say slightly disappointed, I reach up to hug his 6ft body on my tip toes as he hugs back as we try to balance ourselves being slightly tipsy. I let go as he kisses my cheek "Bye Sweetheart," he says sweetly. I start walking down the road "Wait!" he calls out, I stop and turn around "you're walking?" he asked. I nod "not tonight, hop in;" he says not giving me a choice in the matter. As he makes his way back over to the stunning Impala, I follow him hoping I don't fall over in the process. I sit on the passenger side next to him, "are you sure you're ok to drive?" I ask cautiously as he laughs and he speeds off as Baby purrs along the straight road. "Motel?" he asked I almost choke on my invisible drink, as my heart starts pounding and my brain starts thinking of more and more possible outcomes of this situation. He just laughs, "so how's the hunting life treating you?" he asked. Fuck, another hunter.
We get back to the hotel as I hop out the second the impala pulls to a stop, I storm off to my room as I feel Dean's eye burning holes in my back. I curse myself for not working quick enough, If I'd finished the job last night I'd be leaving now for the next case by now. I was pretty certain Dean wouldn't drop this and that he was only a couple doors down from me in this run down motel, I search my pants for my key and when I can't find it I check everywhere. My bra, my boot even my underwear but It was nowhere to be found. "Fuck!" I shout kicking the door, it's just not my night tonight. I got ambushed by a couple of vamps while ruining my favourite shirt in the process, barely got drunk, met a hunter and now I can find my fucking door key. I sat on the ground next to the locked door, my head in my hands trying to calm down going to the reception at this hour would be pointless. In that moment if anyone came near me I was sure to either kill them or burst into tears although the second one is unlikely as I hate showing weakness.
Not long after I hear a door down the hall open, as I look up I make eye contact with a tall, long haired man who starts to makes his way over to me. "Hey are you ok?" he asks sweetly, I smile at him "yeah I just lost my room key" I say sleepily as I feel 50x more drunk than I did an hour ago. He starts to laugh as he shows me the time on his watch, 6am. He pulls me to my feet "where have you been all night?" he asks, still laughing quietly as I look like Bambi standing up for the first time. "Right a bar, damn you look like my brother when he came in not long ago" he tells me, then realisation strikes me. "Don't tell me, your brother has short hair, green eyes and is called Dean" I say leaning on who must be Dean's younger brother. He just nods and supports my weight, "do you wanna crash on our couch? I'm just heading out to get breakfast and I'd feel a lot better if I didn't leave you out here by yourself" he asks pretty much rhetorically, already leading me down the hall. He clearly tries to just support me as I walk to the door he emerged from, "do you mind if I carried you in? I mean it'd be a lot quicker" he asks in a kind voice. I nod as he picks me up, "I'm Sam by the way. If you just wait here I'll bring back some breakfast and don't worry if you got Dean that drunk, we got a couple hours before he wakes up" he explains as he opens the door. Placing me on the couch gently before passing me a blanket and leaving. I hear the light snoring of Dean as I automatically drop off to sleep, exhausted.