Chapter 1- "Meet up"

Disclosure ~ I do NOT own Supernatural or the characters of Sam and Dean. I do own the character of Anabell.

WARNING- Cursing, Kinda graphic killing of the supernatural beings.

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Anyways on with the read! *Amory*

All three were relaxed in the little motel room after the attack. Anabell had just given the civilian the "talk". Surprisingly he thanked them and Anabell gave him her phone number if he ever came across something.

(A few hours earlier)- Anabell's POV.

I'd just diched the car half a mile back. Kinda proud of myself for finding that $250 in the hidden spot of the glove compartment. Added to the money I made in the past few days hustling people playing pool and placing bets in bars on stupid stuff. I'd say I got about $837 bucks all together.

I've learned to dich the cars before I get to the motels, because just in case there's less of a chance to get caught. Plus, it was an extra workout in the cardio department. Not to brag but my strong, muscular, toned body could take some pretty heavy shit. Compared to most people I have a high pain tolerance. That's why my heavy military back pack doesn't bother my shoulders. Or my rather heavy weapons bag, it's made from tightly woven cotton and to match the brown cotton a leather two-strap. It was given to me by a hunter I met on a case, he had branded the handle with my nick name "Ana".

The nick name Ana was given to me by a man I keep so dearly to my heart. Cristopher was the best damn man in the world.

~flash back~

"CC" yelled a 7-and-a-half-year-old Anabell.

"Did you get it, are ye al' right Ana!" Yelled an ecstatic mid to late 45's man with a beard and matching dark brown hair.

"yeah, I finished em' off see." Ana yelled as Cristopher rounded the trees and brush to see Ana pointing at the two dead vamps. Their heads each severed clear off near damn perfect.

In reply Cristopher just smiled big, the corners of his mouth nearly touching his ears. Lifting his hand up to pat her head. "great job kid." He cheered as he ruffled her hair in a playful way. She loved the way he did that and he was the only one who could.

As she clipped her custom handmade machete into its matching case, made of pure leather hooked to her belt.

She leaned into Cristopher's side and wrapped her arms around his waist and in reply he placed his arm over her shoulder.

They stayed for a minuet looking at the dead vamps and the blood trail to the neck. He looked down his beautiful brown eyes meeting her green ones. The look of satisfaction on their faces….

~END~

She was drawn back to reality when a small tear left her eye. Quickly she wiped away the warm tear, hunters did NOT cry. She had kept a strong wall up that kept her from showing these emotions. She was not gonna let these walls that took her months to build come crashing down. Even if no one could see her.

A growl and a scream come from not too far away brought her into her hunter/military mode. Quickly grabbing her .45 filled with silver bullets and a silver knife from her waist band. She threw her weapon bag over her shoulder locking it tight in place, and took off in the direction of the noise.

Anabell was fast and got there quickly with her weapons drawn. There were three men she could tell that the tall one with long hair and the shorter one with short hair were hunters. They were in fact being attacked by werewolves. There were three in sight. Anabell got a clear shot of the two that were attacking the shorter hunter and taunting the civilian. She made her fast-calculated shots and killed them both. Her gun had been knocked out of her hand by something. She quickly turned to the taller longer haired hunter who had been grunting loudly in pain to see the werewolf on top of him. She threw her knife at the werewolf and killed it she quickly pushed it off of him.

He was going to need stiches and the others would need to be checked and given some meds. But she needed to take care of the forth asswipe of a mut. In her deep military strictly, toned voice she said "Stay Put!". She didn't wait for a response.

She took off and easily caught up to the werewolf. In a defensive stance she droped the silver dagger blade into her hand from her sleeve. The werewolf cut deep into her left forearm. But Anabell made fast recovery and knocked it back and ran to be behind it. Before it had time to react she brought the silver dagger through its heart killing it.

Pulling the blade out of the werewolf she ran back to the others.

She realized that they had listened to her order to stay put. She caught the glance of her gun and picked it up and placed it swiftly into her belt. Then griped her silver blade and pulled it out of the werewolf also placing it in her belt.

"Got a hotel room?" she barked at the civilian which he shook his head yes.

Walking over to the taller hunter she started to lift him up. Anabell got him up on his feet then realized the other shorter hunter was on the other side taking some wait off of her. She heard the hurt hunter call out "D-Dean…" and quickly the shorter man which she now knew was Dean replied. "It's ok Sammy, we got you."

The civilian brought them to a two-bed motel room. She sat who was now known as Sammy which was probably a nickname for Sam on the closest bed. Then told Dean "Sit ill check you next." And pointed to a nearby chair. Dean decided to obey and sit, he could tell that Anabell was a good hunter. Also thinking it wasn't going to help the situation by arguing. So, he sat in the chair watching his brother closly, and anxiouly squirmed in his chair tapping his foot rapidity.

Anabell unclipped the chest straps and threw her military back pack off and in front of her, she opened it to reveal a nice medium sized bag. Which Sam realized was her med pack. He sat there patiently with a grimace on his face. "I'm going to numb it a little so it don't heart as bad." Said very soft and kindly as Anabell could while still concentrating on task at hand.

Sam shook his head in pain, anything would be good to subside the pain even a little. Anabell pulled out the small package that looked like a mini Neosporin packet but with a needle and instead of Neosporin it was numbing medication.

"Help me take off your shirt" she said kindly and helped him get it off. Then injected him with the numbing medication. "Give it a minuet to work."

Anabell lightly pushed him back so that his body was completely relaxed on the bed. And in a comforting tone she told him "Relax".

When she was sure that he was mostly numb she wiped out her old-fashioned lighter with the letter "C" engraved in it. And some alcohol she lit the lighter and put the needle above the flame and dipped it in the alcohol to sterilize. She threads the needle and set it to the side. Grabbing the open bottle of alcohol and lightly poring it into Sams cuts. He only let out a small bit of air in pain, "sorry" said a truly sorry Anabell.

Then she picked up the needle and began to sew the wounds cautiously. But very, very precise and correct Dean and Sam both made a notice to how equip she was to hunting and medication. Soon enough she was done and bandaged Sam up. After she threw out the garbage and put the things away then grabbing a med wrap, 3 butterfly Band-Aids, Neosporin, 3 water bottles, and some pain meds. She tossed a bottle of water to the freaked out civilian then popped 3 pain meds and a water bottle in Sams hands then made her way to dean.

"Stand up" Anabell called to dean and he reluctantly did so. "I'm fine" said a very obvious in pain Dean.

All he got was an understanding look from Anabell which then stearn to look more serious. She lifted up his shirt to expose his bruised ribs. Anabell just apologetically smiled at dean. She then wrapped the med wrap around dean's bruised torso.

Anabell placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him to sit down. She then raised her hands to rub Neosporin on his 3 cuts then placed the butterfly bandages on them and gave him the meds and water bottle. Dean caught a glimpse of her deep cut on her left forearm and felt bad. Dean and Sam both curiously watched her grab her bag and walk to the empty bed paralleled to the one Sam was on. She sat on the corner of the bed and the boys could see exactly what she was doing. They watched as she sterilized the needle and thread it, they wondered why she didn't numb her wound.

She poured the alcohol into her cut but barely flinched and let out a "son of a bitch" barely a whisper. Sam and Dean both began to feel sorry for her and wonder about her, hell they didn't even know her name. They watch as she stitched all thirteen stiches as she let out tiny, tiny grunts every once and a while between exhales. She wiped away the dry blood as she had done with Sam and bandaged it. After she cleaned up everything and securely put everything away and throw away the garbage. She sat for a minuet quietly thinking to herself.

Remembering the civilian, she got up and walked over to him. "sir, come take a walk with me" she stated with a reassuring smile and reached a hand out to help him up. She then headed outside so she then gave him the "talk".

When Dean was sure that the girl (Anabell)was out of hearing range he looked over to Sam. Sam cleared his throat for dean to break the ice. "She can kick ass!" said a smiling Dean. Sam was about to protest but he was right she was definitely badass. So, instead he replied with "Did she say what her name was?"

"No, she didn't tell me anything." Replied an equally as confused dean.

After 15 minuets of awkward silence Anabell walked in without the citizen. "I dealt with the citizen, he said we could have the room and he thanked us for saving him. He seemed pretty chill for some who just figured out there are things that go bump in the night."

Both boys nodded in response, Sam was the first to say anything. "So, what's your name anyways mines Sam Winchester and that's my big brother Dean." With a friendly smile plastered on his and deans face.

"Anabell Parkers, you can call me Ana for short." She stated as she held her hand out and shook both of their hands. They were surprised of how she shook their hands she was formal and gave a good old-fashioned sturdy shake.

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*Amory*