Authors note: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the creators of Supernatural. All other characters are original

Contains spanking (hand, belt) and some mature language

Chapter 1: The Night We Met

I had been with the Winchesters for a year the first time I received a real spanking. However, the first time I received what I now refer to as a "spanking" was after 6 months. But let's go back to the beginning.

When I first met the hunting brothers they were saving me from what used to be my boyfriend. My life at the time had been in shambles. Three years earlier my parents had been reported dead after a plane crash off the coast. Their bodies were never found, so I refused to sell their home or believe that they were actually gone. I was left with a large sum of money that I didn't know what to do with, so at the funeral I asked an old friend to move into my parents' house and keep it up while I tried to find myself.

Sadly, finding myself meant moving away, getting into heavy drinking, and dating guys that treated me like shit. I tried to cope with my new life by getting back into martial arts, but all that did was keep me dating guys that treated me like shit and helped me to fight them off when it got to a point of real danger. I blamed myself for what happened to my parents, and the shitty men made me feel like I was absolving the guilt.

The last boyfriend I had would get drunk and beat me just because. When I came home from work there would always be something that had pissed him off. And then he suddenly started acting different. His anger was still there, but it almost seemed forced towards me. He was gone a lot during the day, and I woke up numerous times and found him missing. I had lived with him for 7 months, and he had never left before.

One night I finally followed him. I caught him... eating... someone. I couldn't believe my eyes. As I ran to what I had most recently called home, I realized I wasn't safe. But I went there anyway. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid it in my sleeve. He was not far behind me, and when he came home he acted as if everything was fine. He didn't say he saw me. I didn't say I saw him. But then I saw this look in his eye, and he lunged at me. My martial arts training paid off as I dove out of the way and turned to throw the knife at him. It stuck in his arm, but it didn't faze him.

He came at me again and threw me into the table. The wind knocked out of me as I felt a sharp pain in my rib. At that point I readied myself to defend against his next attacks. But this time as he lunged, two men burst through the door and stabbed him in the heart with a silver blade. He screamed and fell to the floor twitching. He was dead. And I didn't feel anything. This... thing... was no longer my boyfriend.

As I stared in shock at the events that happened, a hand reached out to help me up.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" the gentle voice asked.

I looked up, accepting the hand. The long haired giant smiled at me as I replied with a slight grunt, "I think so. My rib hurts. But I don't think it's broken."

"Sammy, we need to get her out of here. I'll clean this up. You help her grab some things."

I frowned looking at the hard man who at burst through the door and thrown the knife. "Why do I need to leave?"

"Because there's another Shapeshifter, and when this one doesn't come home tonight, it's going to come here. You need to come with us so we can keep you safe."

He stopped what he was doing and spoke intensely at me. I'm not even sure I actually know what he said. I was simply watching his mouth... his eyes.

"Dean, we need to hurry. We'll meet you at the Impala," the one called Sammy said with urgency.

Dean. A name I would not soon forget. I had a hard time looking away from those intense green eyes. But when Sammy grabbed my arm gently, I snapped out of it. "We need to get moving. Pack what you can. And by the way, you can call me Sam." He smiled and held out his hand to lead the way.

"Thank you. And you can call me Stella", I tried to joke while passing him to lead the way.

Luckily I didn't have much stuff. I had decided my material items weren't that important after my parents' death. They were my only family, and nothing seemed important after they were gone. So I quickly packed what few things I had, made sure I was still wearing my mother's bracelet, changed my clothes, and followed Sam back downstairs. When we came down Dean was clearing the last of the mess and stopped to look up at us. "Get everything you need, Stella?"

I simply nodded in response not trusting myself to actually talk to him. Hearing him say my name made my breath catch in my throat, so I'm sure words would have been incoherent. He had been listening when I told Sam my name. It seemed to be a very important detail for me at that time. And when I looked deep into his eyes my breath caught again. Despite the pain and anger that seemed to color his face, he was truly breathtaking.

Sam placed his hand on my back and led me to a classic black car where opened the door for me. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable back there. We're not far from the hotel, and Dean should be out shortly." Again he smiled sweetly at me and then turned to get into the passenger seat in front of me.

Not long after sitting quietly in the back analyzing everything that had just happened, Dean opened the door and sat down. He sighed and sunk into the seat before turning to Sam and me, "Ready to go?"

I nodded and Sam gave a terse smile. We drove for maybe 15 minutes in mostly silence. Sam tried to start a little bit of small talk, but he stopped when Dean kept replying with short, emotionless answers. I could clearly see the tension in his body as he continually glanced at his watch. Clearly they were cutting time close, and for some reason I felt like I was the cause. I let myself be drowned by my guilt yet again.

When we pulled up to the hotel Sam quickly hopped out and took me into the room. Dean sped off leaving Sam barely enough time to close the door. The room was nothing fancy. Two beds. A small table. A mini fridge and microwave. A decent sized flat screen TV. And plenty of questionable stains. I came in and set my stuff by the table, sitting in one of the chairs. I found my adrenaline was wearing down, but I wouldn't be able to sleep just yet. There were too many questions.

"How did you know that I needed help?" I asked.

Sam laughed gently and cleared his throat. "Look, Stella. There are a lot of bad things out there. My brother and I are what are known as Hunters. We travel around ridding the states of these bad things so humans can continue to live peacefully, or as peacefully as they allow each other to. We have been tracking this monster and discovered you could be in danger, so we were keeping a close eye."

I nodded my head taking that in for a moment and then asked, "Why did Dean have to leave so quickly?"

Sam tensed a little, but answered with his cheerful demeanor, "The thing back there at your house is known as a Shapeshifter. They take on the memories and skin of a person and invade their lives. Sometimes they kill the person they impersonate immediately, and sometimes they keep them around for a few days. This one in particular has a mate. So Dean needs to get to it before it comes looking for the one we just eliminated. He'll also be checking to see if there is anyone he can save. Hopefully he'll be texting or calling soon to let us know it's taken care of."

"Is that why you're both so tense?"

Sam laughed, "Dean just doesn't want to lose them again. We almost had them a few days ago, but they changed skins before we could follow them to their home, and we had to track them again. I'm just used to being there to help him, so I'm a little fidgety. But right now the focus is keeping you safe."

I felt that familiar twinge of guilt and sighed. I stood and announced that I was tired. I think that I was, but really I couldn't stand to watch Sam pacing and fiddling with things while constantly eyeing his phone.

"Take my bed. Dean and I slept enough earlier. I'll keep watch."

I gladly took the bed closest to the door. I kicked off my shoes and climbed in. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.