-Past-
Serah Jane Matthias didn't ask to be born to two of the South's best hunters. She didn't ask to be raised like one of them-cleaning up the world's messes and fighting off things children had nightmares of. She didn't want that. Normality-that's what she wanted. A house. Family. Kids. Love. She'd rather deal with debt troubles than with which demon was after her ass every other week. She wanted a life.
It was only when she began to search for a life did it slam her in the face. A weekend at Bobby's-her godfather's house-was all she needed. Indian summers and fireworks and living a little, she was finally experiencing life. And she met her first best friend.
She didn't know his name. She really didn't need to. "Kiddo" or "asshole" always came to mind when she saw him, or the ever beautiful nick name "Motor Boy" she'd appropriately given him when she first met him, watching him fix up cars and wiping grease off his forehead.
Motor Boy and Ribbon Girl. Perfect and beautiful and some fucked up friendship she'd never understand.
Normal.
They were normal.
At least, as much normal as a 15 year old Serah Matthias and a 17 year old Motor Boy could be at the time.
-Present-
Serah was curled up at her Dining Room table, her hazel eyes dangerously focused on the gun in her hand as she cleaned it. The ticking of the clock was the only noise in the room-that, and the dog that lay under the table, sleeping at her feet protectively. It was a peaceful night. Or, well, as peaceful as a night as any hunter could get.
After a few minutes, her ears perked up at the noise of her floorboards creaking. The dog under the table also seemed to hear it, letting out a low and menacing growl as the beast approached from under the table and came to Serah's side.
"Hush..." Serah reassembled her gun and stood up, her small frame stiffening up a bit more as she heard something hit the wall.
In an instant, Serah wound up around the corner, gun raised and ready to shoot the silhouette in the shadows. "You have five seconds to get out of my house. Start running."
"Ooo, scary." Dean cooed, his own gun raised at her head. His grin brightened even more when he saw her. Long dark hair, big hazel eyes, he was definitely how he imagined her to be.
"I have to leave already?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. He let out a few "tsk, tsk, tsks." and began walking forwards out of the shadow of the hallway. "And we were just getting to know each other, Serah. So disappointed. Really."
Serah pursed her lips together, eyes squinting at the man before her. How the hell did he know her name? "And who the hell are you?" she snapped, standing idle as he walked forwards, inspecting every inch of his body before looking back at his face. He looked somewhat familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe he was just really fucking gorgeous. Probably a hunter. All hunters looked the same to her.
"Oh you don't know me?" he teased. "A hunter who doesn't know the famous Dean Winchester? Shame on you, Serah. Shame."
Dean Winchester. Yeah, she heard about him. The oh, so powerful vessel to Michael. The loyal son to John Winchester, a pretty great hunter in her book. She just never ran into his son. Until now.
"Dean. Dean Winchester." she said, the name rolling off her tongue easily. "Get the hell out." she snapped, her finger on the trigger, more than ready to shoot.
"Ah, ah, ahh." Dean shook his head, his grin spreading across his face. "I got somethin' you want."
"Oh yeah?" She raised both eyebrows at him. "And what's that?"
Put the gun down." he ordered, staring straight at her. "Then we'll talk."
"You first, sweetheart." she talked back, her eyebrow raising in response.
"You're a real party favorite, aren't you?" he scoffed, tossing his gun at her. She barely caught it before setting both of their guns on the table. She called him sweetheart. Jeez. She hadn't changed a bit. "Bobby did say you had an attitude on you."
Serah's eyes widened a bit. "Bobby?" she asked, cocking her head to the side slightly. "You know Bobby?"
"Mhmm." Dean nodded, taking his jacket off and draping it over a seat at her table before sitting down, spreading his legs out. "Like a father to me. Said you were saucy. Can't really blame him if you ask me." he smirked, eyeing her as she sat down across from him, tapping his fingers on his leg.
"Shut up." She soured, tucking her dark locks behind her ear and crossing her arms over her chest. "So what? Bobby sent you?"
"Mhmm." he muttered again, leaning forwards and resting his arms on the hardwood table. That wasn't exactly a lie. Bobby did say that he had to look out for Serah every once in a while, not like he wouldn't do that anyways. But he took it upon himself to do this. After finding out she wasn't dead, damn, that was the best news he'd heard in a long time. Of course he would find her again. He just hoped it was all worth it.
"Why, huh? He doesn't think I can handle myself?" she asked defensively. Typical. That was so typical of Bobby to send yet another hunter after her. To make sure she was okay, that she wasn't dead yet. She understood why Bobby worried so much about her, but another hunter? Really?
"No." Dean cleared his throat, looking down at his folded hands for a moment. "He's dead."
Serah froze. Bobby was dead. Bobby, her godfather, the man who always wiped her tears, who always patted her on the back, who always let her stay over and made chocolate chip pancakes when it was her birthday. He was dead? No. He couldn't be. She nodded, swallowing thickly before looking up at the hunter. "He's dead?" she asked, just to make sure he wasn't fucking with her.
"Bingo." he scoffed weakly, his eyes meeting hers, bobbing his head to the side.
"Well, what happened?"
"Rugaru hunt a couple miles outside of Sioux Falls." he told her, biting his lower lip. "I didn't hear from him for a couple weeks so I checked out his place. Found his journal, found the hunt, found him dead."
Serah kept her eyes on him. "Oh." she swallowed. "And you're here to check on me?"
Dean waited a moment. "Nope." he grinned. "I'm you're new partner."
-Past-
Man, this girl fucked him up. No really. He was considered fucked. Dean Winchester didn't mean to like this girl. He didn't even want to like this girl. But something about her made his head spin, made his insides outside, made his skin crawl either with agony or admiration. He didn't really care at this point which one it was.
He also didn't mean to stay at Bobby's for that long. But dad was on a hunting trip and insisted for Sammy to come along in order to get his mind set on hunting. That's what Dean and Sam were destined to do since before they were even an idea. Sam didn't really get that, or want to get that. But John drilled, scratched, and engraved hunting into Dean's head. It was Sam's turn.
Serah didn't know his name. It wasn't important. At least, it wasn't important to Dean. His mind was more wrapped around the thought that one of them was going to have to leave soon. And leaving meant forgetting.
This girl. God damn, this girl had him hooked. He tried avoiding her. He really did. He spent most of his time at Bobby's fixing the cars in the junk yard, coming in once a day for dinner, then going back outside until he couldn't stand the smell of gasoline anymore. But no. Oh, no. She wouldn't have that. She annoyed him. Tugging his leg when he was under a car, getting grease on the upholstery, even mocking him when she shot a bullet perfectly square on the target when they practiced their shooting. But even after all that, he still liked something about her. Something Dean seriously lacked throughout his life.
She had hope.
