Like a Stone

A/N: so I finally figured out how this Author's note thing works. So basically in this story Dean and Sam meet up with a female hunter with ties to their past and who teaches them that there are somethings that only a woman can do. I have this story set up in a trilogy sort of, so I'm sorry if this is going slow, but I had to do some background stuff. Also I wrote this before I found out about them adding new female hunters as main characters (which I'm against cause I feel like the show is about the boys and their relationship). Okay here's the disclaimer, I don't own supernatural or any of their characters. I also don't own any of the bands mentioned in this story. And the title comes from the Audioslave song "Like a Stone." Rated T mostly for language and some mild violence. Hope you enjoy and please review, I'm a middle child and I need as much attention as I can get ;)

Chapter 2

The three of them reached Leila's hotel room. She grabbed some clothes and hands each of them some towels.

"Okay, I'm going to shower first and then we'll go through everything. There's some food in the fridge if you want. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you to secure the perimeter." With that she went into the shower.

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked while drying himself off with the towels, " And who is this girl?"

Dean grabbed Leila's bag and dumped the contents on the bed. "I don't know but we're about to find out." Dean continued to rifle through her stuff when all of a sudden he exclaimed, "Nice."

"What?"

"Hard core chick has some skanky underwear," Dean replied holding up a pair of lacy black hiphuggers. "Its always the tough ones that are the most freaky," He gave Sam his patented "Dean smile" and continued to go through her stuff.

"Dude, this is just wrong. Maybe we shouldn't be going through her underwear and other stuff."

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't," Leila said coming out of the shower dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"And maybe we should," Dean said turning around to face her and holding his gun at her.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing?"

Dean nodded his head towards the bed, "look."

Sam picked up the object and exclaimed, "You're FBI?!"

Leila looked at them, her brown eyes annoyed and frustrated at them. "Yeah, and a free-lance bounty hunter, you know in case you didn't find the other badge yet," She side stepped them and threw her dirty clothes in the trash can. "FYI, You two should know that you're worth over $120,000 each. By the way Dean, you know it's a federal offense to hold a weapon to a federal agent, right?

"Stay where you are sweetheart," Dean replied tightening his hold on his gun.

"First of all, don't call me sweetheart. Second of all, if I was here to arrest you, then I would have done it already," She put her hands on her hips and stared him down and continued, "Now if you're going to shoot me, then do it, otherwise put the gun down and let me explain. Look I'm unarmed," with that she lifted her shirt up to reveal her stomach and lifted the legs of her pants. "and now, I'm sitting in the middle of the floor. You two can sit near the door, get your quick escape route accessible."

"Dean, put your gun down."

"Sam, how can you trust her?"

"Just trust me man, I think she's okay."

Dean lowered his gun and sat down in a chair across from her, "You better be right about this Sammy," he now focused his attention on Leila, "okay, you start talking."

"Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired," She rolled her eyes at him and continued. "Anyway, my name really is Leila Wilson, you know in case you were wondering. And I am a FBI agent and a Free-lance bounty hunter, but I am also a hunter like you two. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 9. After that I was raised by my older brother Finn until I was 17. He got killed by a demon 2 days after my birthday. That's when I started hunting. So I'm not some sort of stupid thrill seeker who thought that this life was an adrenalin rush."

Dean looked at her intently, trying to read her, "How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"Seriously, you and your issues. Why don't you call Ellen or Bobby? They'll let you know who I am."

Dean nodded to Sam who makes the call while Dean continues to talk to Leila.

"How'd you know we were Winchesters?"

"I knew your father."

"How did you know my father?"

Leila let her tough girl exterior down and looked a bit sadder now and continued. "Your father was a good man, a good hunter. I'm really sorry, I heard he died recently." Dean saw a tear coming out of her eye but she quickly wiped it away and she kept talking. "He was the one who helped me when my brother died. He taught me about demons and all other things supernatural. He was the closest thing I had to a father. At least three times a year I'd see him and he was always keeping tabs on me."

"Why didn't he ever mention you?"

"To keep me safe from the demon that killed my brother."

"Which demon was it?"

Before she had time to reply, Sam walked back into the room. "Both Bobby and Ellen says she's okay," he turned to Leila, "Ellen and Jo say hi by the way."

"Okay, now that you guys are okay with me, you should get cleaned up and get some sleep cause you're out of here first thing in the morning," she got up off the floor and moved to get a drink out of the fridge.

"What are you talking about? Maybe me and Dean should stay and help out."

"That's really sweet Sam, but I can handle it but thanks."

Dean came right up behind her just as she was closing the fridge and was up in her face. "Yeah, judging by tonight, we can see that."

Leila stepped closer to him, "You smell like a toilet." Sam started laughing at that comment and then Leila continued, "Listen, you two can't be part of this one. I appreciate the offer, but this is my job."

"Listen, that demon almost killed you tonight," Dean replied.

"He wasn't going to kill me. He was trying to scare me. I'm working undercover as a connection to a minion of the demon. That demon you killed was working for the one that I've been after. I've been working this for 6 months and this is the closest I've been to the demon. This son of a bitch has killed over 40 people in the last 10 years. So you two need to leave and if you knew me there is absolutely no point in arguing with me cause I'll win. Okay, so Dean, why don't you go shower now and then we should all get some sleep."

"Umm, awkward question, but who's sleeping where?" Sam stated referring to the 2 beds for the 3 of them.

Dean clapped Sam's shoulder and looked at Leila, "Okay Sammy, I'll take one for the team and share the bed with the mysterious fed," Dean responded giving Leila his "Dean Smile."

Leila came up really close to Dean and whispered, "You sure? I mean I do have a few tricks with handcuffs that are really interesting," She looked at him and smiled seductively.

Dean unprepared for that response stuttered, "I umm…"

Leila rolled her eyes, "too bad, I guess its sofa city for you baby."

Dean and Sam headed to the Impala to get their stuff and Dean was muttering to himself about what a pain the ass she was.

Sam smiled at him and said, "dude, marry that girl."