I could hear the sounds of fighting beyond the doors, but I waited. I didn't know if they would want my help just yet, and I wasn't about to get on their bad side. When it became clear things weren't going their way, I kicked the door to the bar in and brought my shotgun up. I immediately shot the first demon in the back, causing him to stagger, and for the rest of them to turn to me. I pumped the action with a smirk, and they charged.
Once it was over, I wiped a bloody palm on my jeans before offering a hand up. On the ground in front of me was the infamous Dean Winchester, though with the beating he took it was hard to tell. He looked me over, clearly trying to determine if I'm a threat or not, before taking my hand. I pulled him to his feet, and moved to help his brother off the floor.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean rumbled out, spitting blood from his mouth. I went around the room, collecting and pocketing my shell casings before heading for the door. I could hear them following behind me, their boots thumping against the floor. "Hey, I asked you a question!" I turned quickly just outside the door, clearly catching him off-guard.
"I'm a hunter." It wasn't a lie; I'd been hunting now for over a year. I knew it wasn't what he wanted to know, however. "And that's just going to have to be good enough for you, Winchester." His eyes narrowed and he took a step towards me. I straightened up a bit, making myself taller just as Sam grabbed his brother's arm to stop him. I glanced between the two of them.
"How do you know who we are?" Sam's voice was calm, controlled, and I admired him for it. I turned to him with a smirk.
"You know, you're not as anonymous as you like to think. In fact, since the apocalypse, you guys are practically royalty." He looked surprised, and I gave a harsh laugh. "Trust me, everyone in the supernatural world knows who you are. Doesn't help that your brother was butt buddies with the King of Hell there for awhile." Dean made to take another step towards me, but Sam kept him restrained.
"You still haven't explained who you are." He arched a brow, and I sighed. I pulled a napkin out of my pocket and scribbled my number into it.
"If you ever need your asses saved again, call me. More than happy to help a Winchester." I handed it to Sam, smirked at Dean, and turned to go. I climbed onto my bike and sped off, without so much as a backward glance to the two men I'd saved. If I was lucky, they wouldn't have to call in the offered favor.