Ellery ran through the thick trees. Her breath came in short, hot puffs. She could hear her pursuer quickly gaining ground on her. Ignoring the sharp ache in her side, she pushed herself on faster. A low growl filled the air around her. She chanced a look behind her. She couldn't see anything but the growl sounded closer than it had been before. As she turned back around, her foot caught a tree root and she slammed to the ground. The breath was knocked out of her and she gasped at the pain in her ankle. She scrambled to get back up and was promptly knocked back down as the creature slammed into her. She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut, prepared to die.
A gun shot rang through the air and the weight on top of her lifted. She opened her eyes and gazed at the dead Werewolf next to her. She breathed a sigh of relief, before remembering the gun shot. She frantically looked around for the shooter and her eyes settled on two men standing several feet away. One was tall with shaggy brown hair, the other slightly shorter with short blonde hair. Both incredibly good looking ,she couldn't help but note. She pushed herself to her feet, wincing as her ankle throbbed.
"Are you okay?" the bigger one asked.
"I'm fine. Who are you?"
"I'm Sam."
"And I'm Dean." The shorter one finally spoke and as he did he through some water into her face.
She glared at him and she wiped Holy Water from her emerald green eyes.
"I'm not a demon, you fucking idiot. Why would a werewolf be chasing a demon?"
"Can never be too sure." Dean shrugged.
Ellery rolled her eyes and brushed leaves out of her long black hair.
"Well thanks. If you don't mind, I need to be getting to my friends."
She turned to walk away and gasped as pressure settled on her right ankle.
"Let us help you." Sam offered his arm to her. She grudgingly accepted the help and leaned into him. They slowly made their way out of the woods. Once they cleared the woods, they were in the parking lot of a small hotel.
"Shit." Ellery whispered as she caught sight of her two best friends standing outside a first floor room.
"Ell! What the hell happened to you? Where were you?" Lena hurried towards her. Laika glared suspiciously at Sam and Dean.
"Werewolf. It was just one, I thought I could handle it. These two saved my ass." She glanced at Sam and Dean and her eyes widened when she saw a third man had joined them. "He's new." She said.
"I am Castiel." He said simply. She shrugged and indicated for them to follow them into their hotel room.
"Why would you do that?! We weren't gone that long." Laika said exasperatedly.
"You're hunters." Sam said. It wasn't a question.
"Obviously. And you two are Sam and Dean Winchester. Also hunters." Laika said.
"Wait, you're a hunter and you went after a werewolf without a silver bullet?" Dean stared at Ellery.
"Where exactly was I going to put a gun with this outfit?" She indicated her skin tight black tube dress and black stilettos, once of which her foot was slowly swelling in.
Dean smirked, "I could think of a good place."
"You're disgusting" Ellery cringed as Lena laughed loudly.
"You should sit down, that ankle looks nasty." Sam said. She hadn't realized she was still leaning into him and quickly pulled away to sink onto the mattress. She instantly felt chilled after she let him go.
She rolled her eyes as Dean made a comment about hunting in stilettos. She took one off and through it in his direction. He barely caught it in time to stop the sharp silver edged heel from stabbing his shoulder.
"Never make fun of a girls footwear. Being a hunter, doesn't mean I have to look like one."
"So you killed the werewolf?" Laika asked Sam.
"Yes."
Laika sighed. "Fuck."
Ellery turned to look at her.
"What?"
"Well why you were off playing Lone Ranger, Lena and I were investigating. There wasn't just one werewolf in town…"
"There's a pack." Lena finished for her.
"And you just killed the mate of the Alpha. They're going to be out for blood. And they won't stop until they're all dead or we are."
Silence filled the room. Dean groaned.
"Fuck."