Chapter 1:
Dean Winchester leaned against his Impala as he listened to the frantic words of a friend of Bobby's. Her daughter had run off to hunt, untrained and alone. She was young, six years younger than dean. Her mother was hysterical, terrified that she would be killed just as her father had years ago.
Bobby had given Ellen Harvelle his number after she had called Bobby in need of help finding her eighteen year old. He had known that she wasn't gonna listen to him so maybe someone closer to her own age would be able to talk some sense into the girl.
"I'll go find her, Ellen," Dean assured the woman before hanging up the phone.
It took him less than five hours to pin point her location. She wasn't using an alias or anything, even used her own credit card to rent out a motel room. The sloppiness of it all made Dean pray that she wasn't dead by the time that he got there. He was three hours away with shitty traffic.
At the motel, Jo Harvelle was pacing back and forth as she read over the news reports. She'd come to the conclusion that it had to be a vampire that was doing all the killings. There were four deaths so far, and more to come if she didn't put a stop to it.
There wasn't much in her father's journal about vampires. Well from the scraps of her father's journal that she had managed to salvage. Her mother had tried to destroy it years ago after her father's death. Jo had taken it from the fire before it was damaged beyond repair.
A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. Going to the door she peeked through the hole. To her surprise, instead of seeing a maid she saw a man in his mid0twenties wearing a faded brown leather jacket. His hazel eyes glanced around searching for danger. The brown strands of hair shot up in the air.
"Joanna, if you're in there let me in." he said. "I'm a friend of Bobby's."
"Screw off, I can do this myself. I don't need a damn babysitter." she replied.
"I'm not a babysitter. I'm just here to see if your ass is alive. Now the sooner you open the door, the sooner I can get the hell out of here."
With a sigh, Jo opened the door to him. He shoved his way in past her, inspecting the hotel room. There was no salt lining the windows or around the door. No wards no nothing. She was vulnerable to attack. It was a miracle that she hadn't been attacked yet.
"Who said you could come in?" she asked him, hands on her hips.
When he turned to her, that was the moment that Dean Winchester got a good look at her. Joanna Beth Harvelle was a pretty little thing that was for sure. Her blonde locks had a natural curl to them. Her bottom lip pouted a bit as she glared at him with her golden brown eyes. With the tight tank top she wore, Dean got a good glimpse of the small amount of cleavage the top revealed. If she wasn't just a kid and a friend of Bobby's...well she wasn't just anyone though.
"You did when you opened the door," he replied to her. "Do you have any protection way of protecting yourself?"
Leaning down- giving him a better view of her cleavage- she removed a silver knife from her boot. "Then there's a pistol underneath my pillow and some holy water in my bag. Then my shot gun is in the bag too."
"Is that all you have?" he asks.
She nods, blonde hair falling into her face. "Mom had most of Dad's gear locked away. I got what I could when I escaped. Now who exactly are you?"
"Dean. Dean Winchester. I'm a friend of Bobby's. Your mom wanted me to come check on you."
"Well I'm fine, now get the hell out."
Dean grins at her. "Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. Especially with how green you are. It's a miracle you aren't dead yet."
"Oh and why is that?"
"A pretty thing like you? Monster bait." he says, not holding back the truth. "Not to mention the fact that you are so vulnerable for attack. I can't leave you, Joanna, not when you're gonna get yourself killed."
"I can take care of myself." she said, poking his chest. "And it's Jo, not Joanna. No one calls me that except my mom and Bobby."
"Well, Jo, I'm not leaving. You can either except my help or I'll tie you to that bed."
One eyebrow raised at that. "Now, Dean, keep it in your pants. This is purely business."
He chuckled, knowing that she was gonna be a spitfire to deal with.
Together they sat down, going over the case. Dean was able to help fill in anything that her father's journal was missing when it came to the vampires. As they ate greasy burgers from the diner next door, he told her stories of vampire hunts he'd been on. With wide eyes, she listened to his stories with undivided attention.
That night, the duo laid down on the bed next to one another. Dean on top of the covers while Jo was underneath. They slept peacefully in preparation for the hunt that would begin the next day.