A/N: Hi, so this is my first time posting a fic...ever. So please bear with me while i get used to everything, Quick couple of things. # Indicate a change of POV from Merida to Dean or vice versa. This story is set around Season 8 but is not canon compliant. I'll be throwing in random ROTBTD characters as well. Oh and i own nothing except the plot. (There are probably other things that i can't think of right now but i'll add them when i think of them.) Reviews are welcome and may or may not get me to write chapters faster.

Merida methodically checked her gun before racking a round into the chamber and tucking it into her waistband, the cold metal a comforting weight at her back. Pulling her leather jacket straight she pushed open the door to the dive bar, the sound of rock n roll washing over her, followed by the scent of the unwashed patrons. She crinkled her nose. She hated places like these but it was all part of the job. Werewolf was on the menu tonight. Last night of the full moon and two in the morgue already. Merida was ready to be done with this job and move on. She was certain it was one of two patrons here tonight. Scanning the bar while signalling the bartender to give her a beer, she quickly spotted her target(s). Jake Danvers and Luke Blake. Either one could be the werewolf, it was just a matter of waiting for the moon to rise and one to bail. As she turned away from the bar, beer in hand, the door swung open to let in two newcomers. She stopped mid-turn to get a good look. Two guys, in their early thirties. The taller of the two, brunette in a plaid shirt and jacket was attractive enough if you went for the overgrown puppy look. But it was the shorter one that instantly caught her eye. Blonde hair and the sharpest green eyes she'd ever seen, dressed in jeans and leather. Definitely her type. If she wasn't on the job he might have proven a nice distraction. Judging from the once over and cheeky smirk he was giving her, he thought the same. She gave a small shake of her head before turning back to watch her two suspects.

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Dean was glad to be on a normal hunt after all the crap that had been thrown his and Sammy's way lately. Following Sam into Rockin' Joes, a classy joint if the name was anything to go by. Subtly brushing his side, letting his fingers feel the outline of his favourite pistol, loaded with silver to take down the sonofabitch werewolf who ganked the two people lying in the morgue. Quickly identifying their target, Dean let his gaze sweep over the other patrons, landing on the only attractive woman in the joint. Dean internally wolf whistled. She stood at the bar, dressed similarly to him, jeans and leather except his jeans and jacket were not clinging to him in all the right places. She had a mane of fiery red curls that Dean just itched to bury his hands in. Sammy could take care of the werewolf. He was disappointed when she responded with shake of her head, turning away. Sammy let out a snort.

"Looks like you're not her type dude."

"Shut up Sammy." Dean nodded towards the corner where two guys sat. "That our guy?"

"Yeah. Luke Blake. Attacked on a hiking trip last month."

"Well then, lets wait for this guy to leave when the moon rises and then lets gank this motherfucker." Dean said.

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Merida heard the two men approach the bar and order two beers. Watching their reflections discreetly in the mirror behind the bar, she quickly discerned that the brunette, Sammy was the younger of the two and that they were family, possibly brothers. Also that they were armed. Blondie had a .45 pistol in his jacket and Sammy had a pistol at his back and a knife of some sort in his jacket. Merida scolded herself for the little shiver of excitement that went through her. 'No stop it. Bad Merida. You're meant to be staying away from the dangerous ones. Especially after Jack.' She caught herself absentmindedly trailing her fingers across her hip, along the faint scar curving itself around the prominent bone. Clenching her fist, she drained her beer just as one of the men stood to leave. Placing her empty bottle on the bar along with a crumpled bill, she made her way to the restroom, intending to climb out the window and corner the werewolf in the alley before he fully turned. Clambering onto the sinks she thanked her lucky stars that she was double jointed in a lot of places as the window was narrower than she expected. After letting out a string of expletives she dropped down onto the lid of a dumpster, before jumping down and crouching in the shadows. Pulling her gun from her waistband she silently thumbed off the safety and waited for the inevitable footsteps. She didn't have to wait long before she heard the sounds of a werewolf turning. She was about to step out of the shadows, when she heard more footsteps. Cursing whatever good samaritan who had decided to lend a hand and was about to become food, she peeked out only to see the two guys from the bar, approaching the werewolf, guns drawn. That's when it hit. Hunters. These guys were hunters too. About to put the safety back on, Merida remembered Blondie's smirk in the bar and decided against it. She was not just a pretty face. Abruptly straightening, she left the shadows, gun aimed at the werewolf on the alley floor.

"If ye don't mind boys, this one's mine." She called out with a smirk. They both snapped their heads to look at her. Recognition instantly flooded Blondie's face as well as the renewal of the mischievous glint in his eyes. Merida mentally rolled her eyes.

"Looks to me like he's fair game." Blondie replied.

"Whatever happened to ladies first?" Merida said with an exaggerated sigh.

"Uh Dean? Lady? Werewolf." Sammy pointed out bringing both hunters attention back to the werewolf just as it sprung up, teeth bared. Merida instinctively pulled the trigger, catching the werewolf high in the chest, just above its heart. Howling in pain it leapt at her. She instantly dropped the floor, kicking out, using its momentum against it to send it crashing against the dumpster. Pressing her hands firmly against the ground, Merida quickly flipped herself into a standing position, turning to face the werewolf in time to see Dean quickly fire a round into its heart.

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Dean was staring after the redhead as she walked to the restroom when Sam tapped him on the shoulder, indicating it was time to leave. Shaking off the feeling of disappointment, he followed Sam out the door, waiting until they rounded the corner into the alley before pulling his gun. Clicking off the safety, he heard Sam do the same. Grunts of pain filled the alley as the two made their way further into the alley. Slowly approaching the figured hunched over on the floor, they both raised their guns higher, fingers curling around the trigger when the redhead from the bar stepped out from behind a dumpster, a Sig Sauer in her hand pointed steadily at the werewolf. Well wasn't that an interesting turn of events. Red was a hunter too. And challenging them to the kill. He smirked back at her. Challenge accepted. Then just as it looked the fun was beginning it was over. Although Red had some pretty slick moves, he'd give her that. Plus that window she'd shimmied out of wasn't exactly the biggest or the easiest way to exit the bar. He threw her a cocky grin.

"You're welcome princess." She glared at him from where she was picking up her gun. Sam fidgeted next to him before speaking up.

"Uh, i'm gonna go get the car, we need to get out of here before someone calls the cops."

"In this neighbourhood Sammy?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam looked at him with his bitchface firmly in place. "Fine go get the car." He said throwing him the keys. "Need a ride princess?"

"Not from ye. And the name's Merida." She spoke between gritted teeth.

"Dean, pleased to meet you."

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Merida was furious with herself. How could she let herself get distracted verbally sparring with that Neanderthal? And now he was calling her princess. Only Jack called her princess and got away with it. She took a deep breath and tried very hard to remain calm. Dean was still standing in front of her with that cocky grin.

"Well now that the introductions are out of the way princess." With that Merida drew back her fist and punched the bastard in the jaw. He stumbled but she didn't allow him to regain his balance before sweeping his legs from under him. Following him down to the floor, she kept his arms pinned with her knees as she straddled his lap. Leaning down she brushed her lips against his ear.

"Nobody calls me princess. Ever. Ye understand me? Call me it again and i'll kill ye." She hissed.

"If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask." Merida let out a sound of frustration before slamming Dean's head against the pavement, knocking him unconscious.

Dean let out a groan as he felt someone shaking him and calling his name.

"Dean, wake up, we gotta go and i'm not hauling your ass to the Impala."

"5 more minutes Sammy." He replied groggily.

"Dean i will leave you for the cops if you don't move." Sam muttered even as he shook his brother harder to wake him up. Dean blinked and opened his eyes to Sam's worried face. Then the pain hit him. His head and jaw were throbbing and his back ached. That Merida chick really knew how to throw a punch. Sam offered him a hand up. He took it, groaning as he was pulled to his feet.

"You okay?" Sam asked peering into his eyes.

"'m fine Sammy. Just a few bruises." Sam huffed but let it go. As Dean went to reach for the door of the Impala, he heard a faint rustling in his jacket pocket. Reaching in, his fingers met with a crumpled piece of paper. Pulling it out, he grinned as he saw what scrawled on it.

773-338-7786

In case you decide you want to repay me for not killing you.

~Merida