Hunters

Hey Everyone. I'm sorry if this story sucks, this is my first attempt at a Supernatural story. So bare with me. Comments and Suggestions are welcome. Thanks.

I do not own the show, or the boys. But I wouldn't mind having Jensen to myself.

I groaned and opened my eyes only to find out that I was in unfamiliar surroundings. I sat up too fast and gasped at the sudden pain I felt. "Shouldn't have done that." I muttered through clenched teeth. "Where the hell am I?" I asked out loud.

"Your in our motel room." An attractive young man said coming into my viewing range.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked standing up.

"I'm Dean." He said flashing me a grin. "What about you? What's your name?"

"Melissa… Ok Dean, if that's really your name. Why am I here then?"

"My brother Sam and I brought you back here, you got hurt fighting off a werewolf, you were doing fine but when we showed up it flung you into the wall of the cave and you were knocked unconscious."

"So you're a hunter?" I asked looking at him.

He nodded. "My brother and I both are."

"So did you at least kill it? I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, got that sucker right in the heart." He said laughing.

"Good. Well thanks for everything but I should go." I said starting to walk towards the door.

"No please stay. At least until Sam gets back." He said looking at me with pleading eyes.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because Sam has gone to get fresh bandages. The ones we put on you earlier need to be changed." He said pointing to my arm.

I looked down and noticed that blood was starting to seep through the bandage. "Oh, well thanks, but I'm quite capable of doing that myself."

"No one can change a bandage by themselves and especially not with one hand." He said staring at me.

"Well I'm not most people." I said turning towards the door again.

"Probably not." He said. "But you need help, so I'm sorry…"

I stopped and faced him once more. "Sorry for what?" I asked amused.

"For this." He said crossing the room and reaching me within seconds. He kicked my legs out from under me.

"Ouch!" I yelled as my back connected with the hard floor. Suddenly he was leaning over me and laughing.

I glared up at him. "What the hell was that for?"

"I told you, you have to wait til Sam gets back so that we can help you."

"Is that right?" I asked.

"Yeah it is." He answered still laughing

"Well for starters I don't think being knocked to the ground is helping me all that much and I don't think it was funny either!" I said staring at him.

"Oh I did!" he said.

"Yeah? Laugh at this then." I head butted him and punched him in the stomach as he fell back. He landed on his back just as I had done. As soon as he was down, I leaped over and straddled him. "Somehow I don't think I am the one who needs help!" I exclaimed laughing at his predicament.

"You know if you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask." He said grinning at me.

I laughed and got up. "You are such a perv." I said offering him a hand so that he could get up.

Just then the door opened and a taller but still very attractive man walked in. "Hey Sammy. What took you so long?" Dean asked grabbing onto my hand and pulling himself off the floor.

"I had to get bandages and food for us." He said holding up the bags as proof. "I have been gone for 20 minutes, come back and find you on the floor. What have you guys been doing exactly?" he asked looking at me, then at Dean and back to me again.

"Nothing… much." Dean said winking at me.

"That's exactly right, nothing." I said laughing. "How do you put up with him?" I asked Sam.

"Oh believe, it's hard work. He is a pain in the ass most of the time." Sam replied grinning.

"Dude!" I'm offended. That's hurtful." Dean said.

I laughed again. "Doubtful. He is probably telling the truth. You do seem like you can get on people's nerves."

"What is this? Pick on Dean day or something." He asked throwing his hands up dramatically.

"Anyway I really better be getting home." I said. "Not that anyone is expecting me, but I should go anyway. Thank you for all your help." I said brushing past Sam and opening the door.

"We still didn't change your bandages." Dean called out.

"I'm sure I will be fine until I get home." I said feeling myself start to shake.

"Oh really?" Dean said raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, I'm not fine, you don't have to be such a smartass about it." I said feeling my legs get weaker and weaker with every passing second. Sam reached out and caught me just as my legs finally gave up the fight to keep standing. "This is just not my day." I muttered blowing a strand of hair off my face.