1 (early second season)
Dean Winchester was sitting in a bar drinking with his brother when he met the woman who would change his life. Of course he didn't know it at the time but when the girl in the skin tight black dress walked through the door the brothers automatically turned to look at her. Dean felt his pulse speed up as he looked at the woman with the long black hair flowing over her shoulders and eyes so blue he could see their color from across the room. Her dress covered her pale skin from neck to thigh but it was so tight it left nothing to the imagination. Thigh high boots left only an inch of skin showing between fabrics and it teased him.
"Wow." Dean commented as they watched her walk across the room towards a table with a single male occupant.
"Wow is right. Looks like she knows our guy." Sam said with a mild bitch face on. Dean was convinced that Sam would one day wake up with a permanent bitch face.
"Oh man, I knew she was too hot to be true." Dean sighed draining the last of his beer and ordering another.
"Isn't it too good to be true?" Sam asked him with a small laugh.
"Look at her, theres no way something that looks like that is good." Dean told his brother. He was still watching the woman out of the corner of his eye and he saw her snuggle up to their mark.
The boys continued to nurse their drinks while the man and woman got up onto the dance floor and started to grind to some kind of honky tonk tunes. Dean couldn't help but turn and watch the way she moved, her entire body made for sin. As she writhed against the man her dress rode up showing more of that pale skin that her boots hinted at. As she turned to wrap her arms around his neck he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Hey." Sam said nudging Dean as the couple turned to walk out. The woman's eyes met with Dean's as she led her partner out the door and her smiled dropped for a just a second.
"Show time." Dean said waiting an appropriate amount of time before trailing after them. Sam had a syringe of dead mans blood in one hand and Dean pulled a machete out of his coat.
From the alley ahead of them came the sounds of a scuffle and the boys began to run. There was no way tangling with a vampire would be good for the woman, even if she seemed to know what she was doing.
"Sam!" Dean growled as he ran into the alley. Sam was at his back which was why he was slammed into as he skidded to a halt. The woman had the vampire on the ground and was swinging a blade to take off his head.
"What the hell?" Sam asked watching her swipe the blood into the dead man's jacket.
"Hello boys." She said in a thick southern accent, standing and smiling at them sweetly.
"Who are you?" Sam asked walking over to inspect the dead vampire at the girls feet. A little blood was splattered on her boots and with a look of disgust she wiped it in his pants.
"A hunter, like you." she replied. She reached up to pull her long hair back into a pony tail and Dean couldn't take his eyes off the way her dress clung to her curves.
"I should have known the freaking Winchester's would show up. Lucky I got here first is all." she smiled at them sweetly.
"You're a hunter?" Dean asked her not able to wrap his head around the fact.
"Sure am darling." she winked at him. "Been tracking this blood sucker for the last three weeks, narrowed down his hunting grounds, and sliced and diced. His last partner I ganked in Maine last month so the nest is dead."
"You took on an entire nest of vampires?" Sam asked her impressed. He nudged Dean's shoulder to get him to put the knife away.
"Sure did handsome." she smiled at Sam. "But now I've got to get my gear and head out. Sorry I stole your fun." she said and waved as she walked out of the alley. Both boys looked as she disappeared, too stunned to say a thing.