"I am in love... hopelessly in love." I sighed thinking to myself. Ever since he saved me, I have been in love. I'm a hunter, my name is Zoey Marrin, I am 26 years old and in love. Last week I was hunting a pack of Skinwalkers and I had a close encounter. One of the man- things were on top of me, tying me up, and hitting me, I was surrounded and all of them had my hidden weapons in hand, and I was screwed. I had heard of the Winchesters, they're hunting legends. I had heard they were in town doing the same business as me, hunting the Skinwalkers. They ran in just in time, Dean held them off and took most of them down while Sam untied me and gave me a pistol with some silver bullets, all without any of us saying a word. We killed the pack and they asked me some questions. "What are you doing, hunting alone?" Dean asked. "I have no family or friends to help me, I'm alone. My parents were both hunters and died working a case when I was ten. I have been roaming, hunting, and fending for myself ever since." I replied. "Life's rough, I'm sorry. But you have grown up as a hunter? How long have you been working cases?" Sam asked. "Yes, I grew up as a hunter and I have been working cases since I was fifteen, and had adjusted to life alone on the streets." I replied with sadness visible upon my face. "That sucks, but at least your hot." Dean said, clearly checking me out. "Dude! Seriously? Was that really necessary?" Sam said while slightly checking me out. I smiled and laughed. "Do you guys wanna go grab a beer with me?" I asked. "Sure, we're up for drinks. Right, Dean?" Sam said. "Yeah, sure." Dean replied. We went to the bar and it turned out we were in the same motel, they asked me if I wanted to team up with them and hunt together. So I thought to myself, "Sure, I could really use an adventure in my life." After all, I am in love.