Disclaimer (finally): I dont own any of supernaturals characters just my own! but like any normal girl i wished I owned Jensen Ackles.

We begin!

Chapter 4

It was the very next day we found a case. Of course it had to be a shapeshifter didn't it? So here we are, middle of the night, in a sewer following a trail of skin shed from the mutant freak. It was a cool August evening in Colorado, so it was frikken freezing in the sewer and of course I had no jacket with me. Connor gave me his, when he heard me shudder involintarily. I hadn't even realised how much I had missed Connor being there on hunts. I had spent all those years pissed at him, and clearly I didn't notice I was mostly angry 'cause I was alone!

"Thanks. Do you think we're going to find this things lair anytime soon?"I just wanted to get back to the car and sleep.

"Well the blobs of skin are more frequent now. So we should be close." I heard footsteps splashing at the end of the tunnel we were in. I turned to Connor and mouthed if he had heard that. He nodded and took the safety off his gun. I followed suit. The steps were getting closer. A police officer stepped out of the shadows, weapon trained on us, eyes wide at our own guns.

" What are you doing down here?" Me and Connor looked at each other and scrambled for a good excuse. The cops face morphed from shock to an evil smirk. His eyes gave off a strange colour as he said

" Looking for me?" He lunged towards me so I shot him in the shoulder. He lost his balance and fell to the floor. He got up as quick as he fell. He wasn't in any pain, and his shoulder wasn't burning - he just looked mildly annoyed.

"Heh, You guys most be the worst hunters ever- no silver bullets."

"Yeah well if we're the worst hunters ever, how come i'm about to kill you?" I knew Connor couldn't do anything to it, without the silver bullets (he had borrowed one of my guns), but we always had our silver knifes. So while Connor drew the attention of the shifter away- by shooting it repeatedly. So i pulled out my knife. The shifter had already tackled Connor to the ground and was beating the crap outta him. Well it tried. But Connor is tough, and had somehow managed to pin the thing beneath him (I was having doubts about Connor's orientation). I came over with my silver knife, and stabbed the struggling shifter's heart once- and again, for good measure.

"Well that was easier than normal" Connor said once he stood up, covered in shifter blood, and other unspeakable substances.( I hate sewers!)

"Yeah, what can I say we truly are the most awesome hunters ever!"

Connor scoffed. "I'll have you know, I am the most awesome hunter ever. Because you would know nothing if it weren't for me. I am your master!" I rolled my eyes .Well that is true and I agree ( not that I would ever admit that) Connor had taught me well if I do say so myself.

"Oh hell no!" I had just caught sight of my boots. They're my favourite and they were all scuffed, covered in blood and is that . . . skin? Ewwwwwww! They are sooooooo getting scrubbed tonight. Connor looked at my boots knowing they were my favourite and he snickered. I glared at him from under my bangs.

" Awww look. You've gone all emo on me again. I thought you had passed that phase."

I growled at him. "I'm not emo! I don't exactly have time to go to the hairdressers." He obviously knew this, but continued the light hearted teasing.

"Well to be honest, not just your hair thats emo. It's what you wear too." I looked down at what I was wearing. My black and white Linkin Park T-shirt, black skinny jeans, black sleeveless zip up hoodie, black and purple elbow length fingerless gloves and of course my fave black knee-high lace up biker boots.

"Hey my clothes aren't emo, they're Classic Rock Chick." It wasn't emo right? Okay maybe a little, but still. Connor was bent over double laughing at me. I decided to get revenge. I put on my most sadistic smile.

" Hey dude! I loved the way you forced that shifter to the ground and pinned him under you. You like being on top?" His horrified expression was extremely satisfying. Then he smirked.

" Well I seem to remember someone failed to bring proper munitions. You might as well have given us water pistols!" Damn he has me there. He then said something I thought I'd heard the last of when he got married.

"You fail with guns!"

"Well you fail with guys! " Hehe he's not living this down.

"Touché"

"But seriously what would your wife say?"

"AHHHHHH! Enough, we'll call it a draw."

For a moment I considered pressing my momentary advantage, but by now we were both laughing so hard we were teary-eyed. Gathering what was left of my composure I stopped giggling just long enough to ask Connor "Can we just get out of here already?"

Connor looked up, chuckling. "Yeah. Yeah I guess we can."

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