I met the Winchester brothers while on a hunt several months ago. I had been called in on a missing persons and when I went to the location I ran into some trouble. Thankfully Sam and Dean had heard about the same case and stumbled upon me just as I needed help taking down the Wendigo. The two guys burst into the underground room where I had just been knocked onto the floor and the taller of the two had a flamed tipped arrow that he shot into the Wendigo's chest just as it reared up to attack me and take me further into his lair. I scrambled to my feet, dusting myself off as the creature burned. Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder, "Good shot Sammy! I knew you must have a little Native American in you what with all that hair and all." Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother and stepped toward me, "Are you alright? If you can walk we need to get you out of here. Dean will check to see if there are any other victims." I nodded up to Sam, almost lost in those kaleidoscope eyes, "They're…..we can't help them now." Sam nodded in understanding, "Ok let's get you out of here.", as he pulled me into the comforting circle of his arms. He smelled of gunpowder and nature and pure male.

I then followed him out of the underground passage and into the woods just outside. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean." I nodded at Sam, "I have heard of you. Winchester right?" Sam looked startled, "Yeah, but how?" I brushed my hand against my filthy jeans before reaching toward Sam, "I'm Bethani. I'm also a hunter, raised by my dad in the life until he didn't make it back from a Rugaru hunt a few years ago." Sam nodded in understanding just as Dean came stumbling out of the pathway we had just come from. He had a smudge of dirt on his cheek and more dirt in his short hair. "Nice look Dean.", Sam teased as he reached to brush the dirt from Dean's hair. "This is Bethani. She is also a hunter.", Sam explained to his brother. Dean leered at me as he reached to shake my hand, "Pleasure to meet you. I can only hope we can work on future hunts together!" I withdrew my hand from his and stepped back, "So did you go looking for the victims?", Sam interrupted. "Yeah it was just like she said….we couldn't help those poor souls." The three of us stood there silently for a few seconds in a kind of mourning. Most times we were successful in helping but occasionally we were simply just too late.

Over the next few months I would run into the Winchester brothers several more times. Some nights we would share a beer or two after a hunt and sometimes we would just simply go our separate ways. Both guys were friendly and nice every time we ran into each other. Dean was always more open with the flirting with Sam being a little more standoffish and quiet. I would sometimes catch him watching me but he would look away quickly when he saw me looking at him. At this point I hadn't seen or heard from either of them in a couple of months and wondered where they had gotten off to. Bobby had been our liaison for what seemed like years but we all got word that he had been killed by Dick Roman while working a case with Sam and Dean. Maybe that was the reason they were laying low. Now most of the time I got a call from Garth when there was something amiss that he thought I could handle on my own.

Almost a month after hearing about Bobby I got a call from Garth, "Hey Bethi!", he said in his always cheerful manner when I answered the phone. "Hi Garth. How are you?", I said, making a little small talk. "I'm good, but there's a case that I need you to look into, another missing persons. This time it is women fitting your description. It could be risky for you.", he sounded as if he almost hated to ask me to go on this call. "I'm not worried about it Garth. Text me the info and I'm on it." We ended the conversation and soon Garth text me the information and I began gathering my stuff. I drove into the town and found a motel just on the outskirts so that I would be inconspicuous. I changed into my detective wear and headed to the Sherriff's office to see what information I could find. Flashing my FBI badge got me into the Sherriff's personal office and I soon found out that four women had gone missing. They were close to my age and were all blonde with green eyes, petite and all alone, no boyfriends or spouses. They were reported missing by their jobs when they didn't show up to work. After talking to the Sherriff I went to each of the women's jobs and talked to their bosses. All of the women had been quiet and most didn't even have pets at home.

I left a few breadcrumbs so that whatever or whoever had taken these women would know that I too was alone and staying out at the Lonely Pines motel. Later that night I went to the local diner and ate alone, not conversing with anyone and even reading some in a book that I brought with me so that I may look unassuming. After I ate and hung out until nearly every patron was gone I stuffed my book into my messenger bag and checked to see that my pistol was tucked safely inside where it couldn't be seen. I slung the strap over my shoulders and left a tip on the table under the plate. I had chosen to walk to the diner since the motel was just a couple blocks away even though that meant I would be in the dark for a few minutes while I passed by the wooded area between the buildings. As I walked I looked at my feet for most of the journey, hoping this made me look weak and more like a victim. Just as I was almost out of the dark wooded area I heard something move in the bushes. Too late I was engulfed in a pair of steel arms that drug me into the woods. A hand was over my mouth and I had been lifted from the ground. I had no way of defending myself and was not even able to reach the kubatan that I always carried in my front pocket. My world went dark suddenly!

When I woke I found myself in a dark room. Light filtered through cracks in the wall just enough to see that It was small, almost like a closet. My messenger bag was thrown into the corner. I scrambled over to it only to find that my gun had been taken. All that was left in the bag was my book and several chocolate kisses that I usually always carried with me along with a pack of gum and my wallet. The money had been taken from the wallet but everything else was there. That was strange; monsters don't have any need for money. I couldn't determine how long I had been in the small room although I had a feeling it had been more than a few hours. A door scraped open and a tray of food was placed on the floor in front of me. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now and my stomach rumbled at the sight of the food. I was afraid to eat it though because I had no clue who had placed it there and I didn't trust that it wasn't poisoned or drugged in some way. I decided to use my time wisely and look for ways to escape. I didn't want to make too much noise so I simply sat where I was with my back against the far wall and let my eyes wander the perimeter of the room. It looked fairly solid even though there were cracks that let the light in. When I rose up onto my knees to look through a crack I saw that there was a room on each side of me. Women were in each room devouring the food that had been placed there for them. I remained quiet.

After a few hours and the light had dimmed to almost nonexistent I heard a commotion. I could hear people talking excitedly and then I heard a series of gunshots. My instinct was to cower in the corner but I knew I needed to see what was going on. I rose from my corner and walked quietly to the makeshift door. There was a crack low enough that I could just barely see out. I saw two men struggling with what appeared to be four other men. Two were definitely fighting together but I couldn't make out anything other than the fact that two of them were men and they were tall compared to the others. The women to each side of me began to scream as another gunshot rang out. One man turned toward the sound and ran, sawed off shotgun reaching out before him. He splintered the door to my left and I heard it hit it's mark with a thud. The screaming beside me stopped and I scurried to the back of the room again as another shot rang out to my right. Again I heard it hit it's mark and another thud. A third shot rang out and I heard a third thud. I was now cowering in the corner as I heard more shouting and the sound of feet retreating.

I sat there in the corner for several long seconds not hearing anything. I reached into my bag and pulled out a chocolate kiss, unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth. I let the chocolate goodness melt on my tongue and hoped it would calm my nerves a bit. The door to my little prison opened suddenly and a light filled my eyes making it hard to see. A tall man stood menacingly in the doorway looking down at me. He strode quickly toward me and I bolted to my feet, my hand reaching to my pocket where the metal kubatan rested against my body. I whipped it from my pocket and waited for the attack. Just as the man drew close enough that I was about to strike he flipped the light off on his flashlight and I realized that it was Sam Winchester. Feeling a relief flood over me I rushed toward him and flung myself into his strong arms. He easily lifted me from the floor and before I knew what was happening his mouth crashed down onto mine and his supple tongue slipped past my lips massaging mine. He broke from the kiss and smiled down at me, "You taste like chocolate!"

Just then there was more commotion from outside the room. Sam lowered me to the floor and pushed me behind him, our kiss all but forgotten as he went into protective hunter mode. I couldn't see anything around Sam's hulking body as I saw him raise his gun, left hand pressed back toward me in a protective manner. "Dammit Dean you almost got shot!", he growled and it was then that I peeked from around him to see Dean standing in the doorway. Dean gave same a crooked grin, "You weren't fast enough little brother!" Sam growled at Dean, "Jerk!" Dean chuckled, "Bitch!" Sam shook his head, "Did you get them?" Dean answered, "Yeah they tried to run but I shot them when they got brave enough to turn around and try to get me." I slipped out from behind Sam then and looked from one brother to the next, "What were they?" "Oh they were just humans. Sick humans, but humans nonetheless.", Dean answered. "What about the other two women?", I knew the answer before I asked but I had to ask. Sam looked down at me with a look of pity, "The two beside you didn't make it. There was one other that was in another room. She is going to make it but she's really weak."

Dean exited the room and Sam made sure I was able to walk on my own. He picked up my messenger bag and looped it over one broad shoulder, "Were you going to use that thing on me?", he said nodding toward the black kubatan that I still clutched in my right hand. I looked down at it, "Well it was the only weapon I had and I didn't know who was coming through that door." Sam gave me a smile, deepening his dimples, "You're a smart girl." Dean was carrying the girl from the room as we made our way back out to where he was, "Let's get her somewhere safe.", he said and we followed him to his Impala. Dean drove to the hospital where he took the girl inside to have her seen about, "I'm going to take Bethani to her room.", Sam said to his brother as Dean threw him the keys and leered at his younger brother. "Take good care of her little bro!" Sam shook his head before folding himself into the front seat of the Impala.