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Chapter 3: When you fall head first into a new life

Sam and Dean were packing up their stuff and stowing it in the trunk of the impala. I stood by the trunk, watching them.

"So, you're really leaving then." I sighed.

"Yep." Sam said, slamming the trunk closed. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

I sighed and looked dejectedly at the ground.

"I guess I get to go back to my normal life then." I half joked. Though I would never admit it, I was definitely trying to guilt the boys into letting me come with them.

"I guess." Dean laughed. "Are you walking home?."

I sighed, I hadn't thought about that.

"Yeah. I should probably go if I want to make it home before midnight."

"How long is the walk?"

"About an hour and a half." I said nonchalantly.

"We'll give you a ride." Dean said.

"Are you sure?" I asked, actually surprised.

"Absolutely." He insisted.

We all piled into the impala and set off to my house. I was still awestruck by Dean's car. It was beautiful, in every meaning of the word. I looked around me, taking in every detail of the vehicle. It was just too perfect.

"Are you even listening?" Dean asked, snapping me out of my daze.

"Sorry, what?" I asked him.

Dean sighed. "Never mind." He said.

I sat in silence the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at my house, I got out of the car and walked slowly up to my portch. Then I turned and waved to the boys sorrowfully. I was actually sad to think my life would go back to normal now. I would probably loose my job considering the state I left the diner in, but I would still be normal. Sam and I locked eyes for a moment, I would miss him, I would miss them both.

I would like to take this moment to explain something: something about your first hunt is special. The way the hunt goes, the people you meet, the actions you take, they will all be imprinted in your mind forever. My first hunt was everything it needed to be, like a drug. One dose and I was hooked. The adrenaline, the experience of looking into the face of death and walking away, and the Winchesters. The Winchesters were the key. If it had been any other hunters looking at me from any other car, I probably wouldn't have done what I did.

Just as Dean was about to pull away I darted back down the stairs to the car. Sam rolled down the window and the boys looked at me expectantly.

"Um," I started, not sure what words to use. "How does one, well. How would one go about..." I really didn't know what to say, but Dean seemed to catch on.

"How do you start hunting?" He asked.

I nodded.

"You don't." Dean said. I was taken aback by the hostility in his voice.

"It's not all fun and games, it's death and blood and horror."

I started past Sam, and locked eyes with Dean.

"I know."

Dean looked at me.

"Do you? What you just saw wasn't close to the worst of it."

I glared at him.

"You don't know how well I know." I said quietly.

Dean looked at me, waiting for an explanation.

"My father died hunting, Dean. He died trying to save my mother. He died trying to save my mother while I watched. Some stupid demon decided to fuck with our family for shits and giggles. I was sixteen. So yeah, I know how bad it can get."

Dean was surprised, and I could see something in his expression that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Get in then." He said.

"Wait, really?" I asked, shocked. Sam looked about as surprised as I felt.

"Don't ask me twice." Dean growled, "I could change my mind."

I nodded.

"Can I change?" I asked, hating already having to hold them up, but my outfit wasn't exactly... travel ready.

Dean gave me a once over and nodded, not looking pleased. I sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom and ripped off my heels and dress, replacing them with a deep green tee shirt, midriff tan leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and some comfy sneakers. I grabbed a bag from my dresser (I always kept a small bag packed in case of emergencies, a habit I picked up from my dad.) and my gun from the safe, then I darted out the door.

Sam raised his eyebrows at the gun in my hand.

"You know how to use that?"

I laughed. "Of course I do. My dad taught me all the basics." I said as I slid into the back seat.

"Now I would like to get one thing straight." Dean said. "This is a temporary situation, you can only follow us around until you've found your feet in hunting, and after that you are out."

I nodded, stowing my gun in the inside pocket of my jacket. I didn't like carrying it, but I assumed I would have to get used to it.

"Also, a few ground rules about my car." Dean said. "No complaining about my music, and no shoes on the seats. I don't want any dirt getting anywhere it doesn't have to, you hear me?"

I nodded swiftly. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Dean eyed me in the rearview mirror, not sure if I was being sarcastic or not.

"Well," I chirped nervously. "Want me to look for a job or something while we're driving?"

"We've already got somewhere in mind." Sam said shortly.

I nodded.

"Where are we going?"

"Blackwater Ridge." Dean answered me. "Now go to sleep or something. Stop asking questions."

I grinned and curled up into a ball, positioning myself to look out the window. Before I knew it, I was asleep.