Faithfully

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Supernatural. If I did, well….we'd definitely see the boys a bit more shirtless than we do now. ;)

To say the past two years had their ups and downs would be a understatement, especially if you asked Dean Winchester. Though he was only 26, he had seen more than any normal adult had seen in their lives. For the past couple of years he had been working on cases not only by himself, but with his father. They were finishing up a vengeful spirit case in Colorado, and planning on heading West afterward to California. Every few months they would head to Palo Alto to secretly check up on Sam…just to make sure he was okay.

Ever since Sam had left Dean and John, and the 'family business' to go to college and have a normal life, Dean still couldn't help but feel proud of his little brother. In front of his father and a part of him was still angry at him for just walking out on his family, but at the same time, he was glad that he managed to actually succeed in getting away. The life of a hunter was rough, and one usually didn't live to see a family or normal life of their own. For Sam to have gotten out was a miracle, and despite feeling a little jealous of his little brother, Dean still liked knowing that he was helping people.

"I've got a case you may be interested it."

Dean looked up from the case file he had managed to get from the police station and up at his father.

"That I may be interested in?" Dean repeated, looking at John in confusion. "What about you?"

"Pastor Jim needs my help in California some kind of demon raising hell near Palo Alto."

Dean automatically looked concern. "Do you think it knows about Sammy?"

"I don't think so," John responded, sliding on his thick black coat. "I'll stay here…wrap up this spirit, then head out to California. I need you to head to Pennsylvania."

"But, that's on the other side of the country."

John gave him a look. "And?"

"What if you need help? What if this thing knows about Sammy?"

"I can handle it, Dean. I need you to go to Pennsylvania. I'm not going to ask again."

Dean sighed and looked down at the file before throwing it on the table. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll head to Pennsylvania. What part?"

"Saltsburg. About 30 miles out of Pittsburg. Pastor Jim said that he knows a guy who has somebody on it, but thinks they may need help."

"So, I'm going to be working with another hunter? You think that's a good idea, Dad?" Dean looked at his father warily. He rarely sent him on a hunt that another hunter had already staked their claim on. It was sometime dangerous to try and aid another hunter, especially if the gesture was unwanted.

"Just go and check it out, Dean. It won't kill you."

Two days worth of driving later, Dean found himself in a motel of Saltsburg, Pennsylvania. He had managed to get a hold of Pastor Jim on the way, discovering that reports of a werewolf attacking in the small town of less than a thousand was becoming suspicious to the locals. Like he did on most cases, he put on the monkey suit that he used to impersonate FBI, grabbed his badge and headed into the police station.

To his luck, a young blonde was working the desk, and all he had to do was turn on his Winchester charm to get the information he needed out of her. She gave him a copy of the files of the people that had been attacked, and slipped in her number on a pink sticky note before telling him that he should talk to the coroner at the hospital about the victims. Give the young blonde one last up-down and a wink, he thanked her and walked out of the station and down the sidewalk toward the diner he had passed on the way. As he passed the alleyway, however, he was temporarily thrown into surprise when he was grabbed and pulled into the darkness and shoved against the building's bricked side, a hand covering his mouth.

"Do not yell," a feminine voice whispered. "I just want to talk."

The mystery woman pulled her hand away from Dean's mouth and stepped away from him, enough to where he could see her in the sunlight that beamed between the two buildings. She was tall, even without the support of the black boots she was wearing. Her hair was long, light brown and hanging over her shoulders, and hazel eyes. She wore holed jeans and a grey and black plaid shirt that hid the holster for a knife. She noticed him glancing at it and pulled the shirt over it.

"You're the other hunter on the case," Dean said, knowing a hunter automatically when he saw one. However, he was caught off guard at the fact she was…well…a woman. He had heard of women hunters, but he had never actually met one. Until now.

"And you're the infamous Dean Winchester I keep hearing about," she retorted. "Never thought I would have the pleasure."

Automatically, his instinct to use his charm on the woman in front of him kicked in. "Well," he said slyly, "I believe the pleasure is all mine."

"And I've heard all about your womanizing charms. Don't think for a second they're going to work on me," she said, glaring and crossing her arms. "I know why you're hear."

"Do you, now." Dean looked at the other hunter in surprise. His charm never failed on the opposite sex. Ever.

"This werewolf case is mine, okay? I was put on it first, and I'm going to solve it on my own," she said defiantly. "So hand over the file you got from the station."

Dean looked down at the file in his hand. "How about I just help you out, we gank this thing as soon as possible, and we both can go home happy?" he suggested.

"I work alone."

"Right. How many times have you ended up as the damsel in distress?"

"You don't know anything about me, Winchester. Now, hand me the file!"

Dean smirked. "'Fraid not, sweetheart," he said, and made his way out of the alleyway. Before he could step onto the sidewalk, however, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Look, if you give me the file, I'll consider letting you help me out," she said. "Please. Just hand me the file."

Dean turned around and looked at her. She was looking up at him with a pleading look, and automatically he thought of how Sam used to do that, and he would cave in immediately. She was a hunter…a cute one at that. Perhaps if he gave in…it would give him another chance to use his charm on her.

"Fine," he muttered. "But everything else you know, I want to know as well." Slowly, he held out the folder to her.

"Deal," she said, taking the papers with a smug smile. "Meet me at the bar right outside of town this evening. I'll fill you in then."

Dean looked at her suspiciously. "How do I know this all isn't some kind of trap to get me out of the way?"

She smirked. "You don't," she said simply, before turning and heading out of the alleyway, leaving Dean to stare after her in awe and confusion.

He didn't even know the hunter's name.

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