Title: Mending Broken Hearts

Summary: Dallas Harvelle and her best friend Hunter Baylor are two female hunters with one mission: to find the demon that killed Hunter's husband. Both are semi-retired hunters, and when they get back into the business they are surprised to find it is much more difficult while carrying Hunter's 6 month old son around.

"Hello." Bobby answered gruffly.

"Bobby, it's Dallas." Dallas yells into the phone.

"Well, Ms. Harvelle, I haven't heard from you in quite awhile." He observes.

"I've been... busy. But I have something more important to tell you about." She retorted, cutting straight to the point.

"What would that be?" He asked.

"You remember Hunter Baylor? Thomas' only daughter?" She questioned.

"Of course."

"Well her husband, Trenton, was killed by a demon. The demon was going for her son, and it got her husband. Her son is fine, but with her husband dead, she isn't taking it very well."

"I'm sorry to hear that Dallas." Bobby apologized.

"Well, you can tell her that yourself, 'cause we are about an hour away from your house." She said, ending the call before Bobby had a chance to reply.

/Bobby's House/

"Bobby, who was that?" Dean called as Bobby set the phone down, shaking his head.

"Get Sam in here. It's important." He said in a clipped tone.

When both boys were sitting down Bobby took a deep breath and began to explain.

"You boys remember Jo and Ellen Harvelle? Ellen's brother-in-law's daughter is coming to town with her best friend, Hunter Baylor." He paused.

"Well that's great Bobby, but why is it so important?" Sam asked, obviously confused.

"Hunter Baylor's husband died about a week ago. Her husband was killed by a demon that was taking a special interest in their 6 month old son."

Sam and Dean exchanged a worried glance. The demon couldn't be back. But maybe a slightly lesser demon was trying to copy what the Yellow-Eyed demon had attempted to do. It was possible. With Lucifer back in his cage, and Sam's soul firmly back in his body things had gotten almost...boring. It had been too good to last.

"Are both girls hunters?" Dean asked.

"Dallas always has been. And Hunter was until she got married. She thought she was 'retired' until the demon came back and got her husband. But they aren't exactly your typical hunters." Bobby looked uncomfortable.

"What..." Sam was cut off by a solid knock on the door.

Bobby stood up and took a deep breath before answering the door. The first girl to enter was tall, probably around 5'10 maybe another couple inches taller. She had straight auburn hair that was about shoulder length. She looked very muscular, but in a very lean way. Her blue eyes were wide and open. She was carrying a baby car seat and two duffel bags.

The first thing all the boy's noticed about the second girl was that she was carrying a small baby on her hip. Her golden blonde hair fell past her shoulders in loose curls. Her green eyes calculated the area with a quick scan, looking for the nearest exits and what weapons she would be able to use if things turned south.

"You look tense ma'am." Dean observed. She turned her green gaze on Dean.

"I'm Dean Winchester." He said, holding his hand out for her to shake. She looked at it, then finally tentatively shook it. "Nice to meet you, Dean." her voice was soft, but monotone. The other girl smiled politely and introduced herself as Dallas Harvelle.

"I'm Hunter Baylor." She said, smiling slightly.

"It's nice to meet both of you." Sam said genuinely.

The group went inside and sat around the table. Cal was leaning against his mother with his big blue eyes staring at everyone. Dean was making faces at the little guy and Cal started giggling profusely.

"Bobby, you were in the middle of telling us that they weren't typical hunters." Sam started.
"Ladies, do you want to tell them." Dallas volunteered to go first.

"I was born prematurely, and the doctors were sure I was going to die. So my mother made a pact with the Angel Michael. When he saved me, he put angel blood in me, killing most of my humanity. My conscience is way more active than it should be. I'm a good person, I honestly can't help it. Its in my blood." She explained.

"And that's why we work so well together." Hunter took over. "I'm half demon. My dad slept with a lady, also cheating on his wife. He had three sons, my half-brothers, and his wife. His life was perfect, until I was on his doorstep, with a note that explained everything. He didn't I was half demon until I went to church the first time and when I touched the holy water it burned my hand. But of course my dad wasn't there, so my 'mom' whisked me out of church and did several painful tests to see if I was a demon. Which all proved me to be a demon. But, while Dallas' conscience is really loud, mine is mute. That's why I need her, and she needs me when she's too nice." Hunter explained.

"So, let me get this straight, you are an angel, and you're a demon." he said. Both girls nodded. They sat in an awkward silence glancing around at each other. Sam thought it was interesting to see someone that was actually partially an angel be able to do something like hunting. There was so much death, blood, hate, and so many other un-angelic things involved with hunting. She was angelic in a million different prospects, from her long auburn locks to her trusting blue eyes, she didn't seem like she could harm anyone. Dallas wasn't actually fragile looking, she was almost six foot for God's sake. She had this aura around her that made her look innocent and made you feel very pure. When she stepped through the door of Bobby's house, Sam realized that Dallas would always hold a place in his heart. He just wasn't sure how big that place would be.

Hunter cradled Cal, and she felt eyes on her. She turned to see Dean staring at her. His green eyes bore into hers. They stared at each other, willing the other to look away first. She noticed certain things about the young man. His eyes seemed to keep guarded secrets, just like she knew hers did. He was interesting, that was for sure.

"So, where are you originally from, because I hear an accent?" he asked, still staring into her eyes.

"Well I was born Washington, before my mom dropped me off with my dad in New Jersey. When my dad split with his wife, we moved to an apartment in New York. I was 13 when my dad died, and then I was on my own, and I hunted for awhile. I was probably going to die if Dallas and her family hadn't adopted me, not officially of course. And we lived in Tennessee . Then when I got married I lived in Kentucky with my husband, that was where his family was from." She smiled.

"Hey Dally. Could you hold Cal for a sec." She asked with a smile on her face.

"Gimmee my little nephew. And don't effing call me Dally." She glared playfully, taking the sleeping baby.

"You moved a lot." Dean commented.

"You probably moved twice much, from what I've heard about your family." Hunter remarked. Dean looked at her with a strange look in his eyes.

"You realize Hunter is Dean's perfect woman." Sam muttered to Dallas, who was cooing over Cal.

"I don't see Hunter ever being able to get over Trenton. She might as well become a lesbian." Dallas shrugged. Sam bursted out laughing.