hi, I'm Emrysdestinydoom, and this is my first fanfiction so please be nice

Dean sighs looking down at his beer sitting on the table. He picks it up and takes a swig, he glances over at Sammy sitting at the opposite end of the table. His long hair spilling over his face as he snores. Dean sighs again, taking another swig of his beer, looking back at the source of all his worries, Sam, the only family he has left almost died. Dean knows, he just knows that Sam wouldn't want the price of his life to be possessed. Fuck It wouldn't make a difference matter that it's not a full possession but to have another being inside of you and not knowing... Damn. When did everything become so complicated, when did lying to his brother become a regularity. Dean leans back finishing off the rest of his beer deep in thought when a noise comes from the entrance to the bunker. He jumps up readying his gun when he remembers that nothing can get them here, no angels or demons can even enter without permission. It must be Kevin, sulking up there after yet another confrontation with Crowley. He walks over to the fridge pulling out another beer when he realizes that the footsteps that he had heard are definitely not Kevin's, too light to be Sam. Damn, looks like some junk-less angel managed to find them after all. He draws his pistol drunkenly pointing it in the general direction of where he last heard the footsteps. He stops at the edge of the kitchen and turns towards the stair case when a feminine figure appears. His jaw drops, but then quickly tries to school his face back into what he thinks is a menacing face. The immensely beautiful women in front of him raises her hands as if to surrender. Her skin is so pale that it's almost white, her eyes bright green, all this is complemented by long flowing black locks, if her facial features weren't enough... No Dean, he thinks to himself, try thinking with your right head. It's not possible that this women just stumbled here by accident. As he continues to stare, she cocks her head and sends him a smirk. "Done staring yet pretty boy?". He blinks out of it and changes the position of his gun again. "I thought it was impossible for you Men of Letters to become even more incompetent but apparently I was wrong" "Broke your security system again, boys?"
Dean shakes himself out of his daze, he looks back at her frowning "Who the hell are you? How did you find us? Are there any more of you?" Her expression changes so quickly he could barley track it from confusion to amusement to laughter. "God, your not a Man of Letters are you? No you can't be otherwise you'd know who I am. Your hunters aren't you." Dean frowns at her use of the word hunter, as if it was an insult. His facial expression confirms her assumption. She laughs again "Look how far those old librarians have fallen I bet the founders would have turned over in their graves knowing two hunters are living in their most sacred sanctuary." Dean scowls "Okay beautiful enough with the small talk, give me one good reason I shouldn't shoot you right here and now." "Firstly because you wouldn't be able to and secondly because I have come here to offer you a deal." Dean mentally finches at the word deal. "Sweetheart haven't you heard, any demon that offers us a deal will end up dead." Her lip wrinkles in distaste. "Let me say this again pretty boy" "I'm not a demon" "Now why don't you go wake up your partner in crime over there and I can explain, I don't want to go through this twice it's a really long story."