Note from the author: I don't even know if I should/can consider this a Supernatural fanfic because since I lack knowledge of the TV series having watched only a few episodes of the first season, I took some liberties with everything. This is mainly in order to introduce a character I think is missing in the show: a real partner for Dean once Sam "is done". I know the series has developed a whole lot more by now and none of this makes sense. But for now, enter my AU and forgive my freedom...
When all is right in the world for a whole week, people usually end up pretty happy about it. The Winchesters however end up in bars, where they can swallow their lack of enthusiasm for the happy world with something slightly stronger than water, and disappear amidst the smoke of the darkened room. Among Hells Angels and Pagans the brothers seemed to fit just fine. Okay, maybe one of them fits better than the other. Sam was taller and had a more somber expression alright, but the micro computer on which he nervously typed gave the nerd in him away. Of course, "vampires of Idaho" did not read "school homework" but he'd still sell the college-kid persona compared to his older brother Dean.
Dean was, by the way, peeking at the computer screen every two minutes for the past three hours. But after "witches in Missouri" and "werewolves in Chicago" did not compute promising results (for the 8th time) "There's gotta be something wrong around here, this is America!" well, then he decided to resort to the old fashioned source of inspiration and hit the bar with all he could afford - and when that sum were to be finished, he'd probably just keep on going with all the guy next to him could afford, even though that was never okay with Sam. Dean had unsuccessfully tried to start a conversation with two scary-looking-Harley-Davidson-owner dudes - specially after noticing the absence of female presence in the place, not that it took him too long to notice that.
This might be exactly why he had no trouble spotting the gorgeous figure that walked into the room. It was like she had popped right out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue (only fully clothed), just his type - and everyone else's for that matter... Even Sam took a second look when she passed by him straight to the bar, skillfully managing not to meet one lustful look that came her way. She passed by Dean as well, who had already mentally rehearsed what he considered to be the best pick-up lines from his "sexy-and-I-know-it" selection (crowd pleasers in some situations, but those were the rare cases). Mostly he could count on his abs; but like most men: he genuinely thought it was his smarts that the girls appreciated.
She had firm steps (and bum, Dean also noted) walking past him and seating a couple of stools to his left. She seemed to be familiar with the scheme of roadside joints and did not voice her hard liquor of choice before it was served to her in a blink. She raised her unidentifiable mixture of alcohol and made a toast gesture directed to Dean who seemed less surprised than a normal person with regular self-confidence levels would. He responded to her by raising his glass and both shot all the content down their throats in one fast turn. She stared at him teasingly and he liked it a lot (a lot). One could tell the girl was badass just by the looking at her: dark clothes with revealing cuts and molding pants that embraced her long legs supported by high inch boots (the only accessories that didn't seem to come straight from a Sarah Connor closet) - she had no visible tattoos or piercings, but everyone could imagine she thought about it. Actually, everyone probably wondered where she had those. But the only terminating truth about her that Dean could think of was that her long wavy dark hair would look even better covering them both and that her bountiful lips could fulfill their rightful duty of roaming through him. These intimate thoughts are most likely the reason why the following situation unfolded the way it did: When Dean was about to get up and walk to her, never loosing eye contact obviously, Sam showed up and stood in the way with his computer screen covering the image of the girl for a few seconds. Few seconds that did not explain how the girl went from seated at the bar to missing-in-action, or how she simply went "to action" because, as soon as he realized, Dean was grabbing her wrist as she passed by him trying to pickpocket her way to his wallet.
"You chose real badly, sweetheart..." said Dean in a low voice and, even though the situation did not call for it, a small smile on his face.
She seemed very disturbed for a second or two for getting caught but that did not stop her from causing another commotion. She used her free elbow to punch Dean in the face, her knee was soon in his stomach and when Sam ran interference she managed to kick him away, his laptop suffering the most from the impact. That was apparently all she needed to do in order vanish from the place in fast and cool fashion. The brothers ran after her but she had already hopped on a motorcycle and off on the road. Following the Winchesters were the joint owner (she did not pay for her drinks) and one of the scary-looking-Harley-Davidson-owner dudes who realized that his motorcycle might have just ran off without him. In five minutes she managed to steal, piss off a gang member, hurt an honest business, hurt Sam, destroy Sam's computer and leave a frustrated Dean to eat the dust behind her.
"Who the f...?"
The others dispersed in anger leaving the brothers to be in awe on their own. Sam recovered his cool way faster and began to rationalize how to answer Dean's unfinished question. He spotted something on the red dirt ground and picked it up, he instantly knew it was something she had dropped. He voiced his discovery to his brother, but failed to catch his attention.
"She dropped something, yes, my jaw! and I believe its still on the floor somewhere so maybe we should be looking for it instead!"
"No, Dean, I mean she dropped this."
Although it would appear Dean came back to his senses, the only thing that made him turn around and look was the hope of catching the girl and, consequently, his dignity back.
"A cellphone? Not so smart after all. Let's see... No contacts, no calls made or received - no surprise here, she didn't seem very sociable - Messages received, there you go! 'A.R 86 Taos'... thats it. [...] That's it?!"
"Calm down, let me see it."
"No calming down lil brother! I finally have something to hunt..."
"Something...?"
"...and I don't even know where to begin the hunt!"
"Dean, hunt?"
"You saw her Sammy! The girl is a psycho bitch! That's the worst kind of supernatural!"
But even with that very valid argument, Dean did not seem to convince his brother that this was a hunt worth going for. Shocker.
"And we have nothing to do apparently... specially since she kinda broke your computer back there"
Those were the magic words that changed Sam's expression back into mode mission, "Its in New Mexico."
"What?"
"Taos. Its a small town in New Mexico"
"Yes! Bienvenido aboard brother!"
Taos was indeed a small town, with emphasis on small. The Winchesters had no trouble identifying that 86 was the number of the last house of the town, the biggest one, that belonged to the founder family of Rosa Alvarez. So far, no big mystery except why-the-hell-was-psycho-girl-going-to-a-founder-fa mily-home-in-Taos. They scooped the place before deciding to pose as historians at the main entrance. Some men who seemed to be securing the place forbade their entrance.
"You gotta come back tomorrow, the madame is indisposed."
And that might have kept them from entering the house through the main door, but it sure wasn't enough to keep them outside for long. In no time, Dean decided it was upon him to try and enter by some other less-usual-entrance. "There must be an unguarded window or something..."
"Dean, maybe she's not here. I didn't see her motorcycle around."
"Not her motorcycle, Sammy."
The 'you're a hypocrite' look that followed made Dean focus on finding something else wrong with the girl besides her like for other people's stuff - a like much like his own. It was not a long search once he found his way to a second floor window while Sam kept guard on the ground. He saw the girl standing in front of a weary looking old lady who was laying down on a large bed that seemed that hadn't been left for a while. He came closer to the window to hear.
"I'm sorry Ms. Alvarez but the rules are clear: once I remove the spirit from your body, it will try to cling to the first living thing around, which has to be me so I can erase it fast and simple. Are you ready now?"
The question, that by the exhausted sound of it was already asked more than once, heard no reply from the clearly morinbumud woman. And on the other side of the window, as the girl began to speak in some random language, Dean was pure confusion and forgot all about the rules... Sam was impatiently pacing back and forth down below and had no idea what was taking his brother so long.
The old lady began to tremble intensely and finally a weird mass of energy left her tired body not wasting any time to start its way to the next victim who was predictably the girl but, unfortunately, the guy hiding behind the window. Dean realized that and recovered his reflexes just in time to escape the thing that flew out breaking the window and threw Dean a couple of stories down to the floor.
Wasting no time of her own, the girl grabbed her things as fast as she could and jumped out of the window before the guards could reach the room. On her way down and out the property, she pulled Sam and Dean, taking them to a safe 500 yards away, where her motorcycle also was. Amazingly, she finally stopped to catch her breath.
" .hell. do you think you're doing Winchester?!"
"What the hell were you doing, you psycho! Do you know how dangerous that thing is?! You just let it loose!"
"I had it under control until you decided to screw with my elimination of the bruja muerta!"
Sam was sure he had a lot of questions, he was just not so sure on how to stop the fighting unfolding in front of him.
"Bruja muerta? That's what you think that was?! That was a hag!"
"Actually Dean... its the same thing."
"Whose side are you on Sammy?"
"I was just..."
"And you..!"
Dean turned to yell some more at the girl but she was on her way again, fleeing from the scene. "No no no no! Stop right there!" She obviously didn't.
"We just have a few questions!" Tried Sam.
"You might just have a few questions! I have a few other accounts to settle!"
"Perhaps you should try to escape the guards first." she turned on her motorcycle and sped away as the guards came running to them in the distance shooting some very dangerous warning shots as they came.
The Winchesters managed to get in the Impala, that was less strategically parked, and get away.
"She was performing an exorcism, Sam."
Sam was indeed curious to know how did the conversation with a violent (attractive) petty thief ended up on a supernatural hag. But he did not expect that.
"So... she's an exorcist..?"
"I dunno, maybe."
"What did you see? Was it for real or just-"
"Well, Sammy, before we got to intimate details of her life I had to throw myself from the second floor window to avoid possession."
" 'I don't know' works too."
They reached somewhere between what could be the town's borders or just a deserted road. Curiously, it was where she was waiting for them.
"Okay, spill it honey. Who are you?"