AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by carolinecrystalconte
You were a great hunter. But you were an even better hustler. You were not well-liked amongst the hunter community. You had hustled many hunters but the one you had the most fun with was Sam Winchester. He was so easy to con. Sweet, caring, hazel eyes you could get lost. But you had let yourself break your number one rule. You had fallen for the hunter. You couldn't help it. Sam was so different from most male hunters. He was sweeter than most hunters. Definitely had a big heart, cared so much about people. He was smart. Kinda nerdy really. You couldn't help but fall. But you were no fool. You knew the hunting life was never one that could be lived happily.
Sure hunters had flings and one night stands but you couldn't see yourself just settling for that with someone as perfect as Sam. Maybe that's why you always hustled him like you did. So he would hate you as much as it hurt. You figured it was just easier that way. "Ready Y/N?" a huntress named Ellie asked.
"Rack em up El," you said.
"fifty a ball?" Ellie asked.
"Yep," you agreed.
You dominated the game winning yourself over three hundred dollars.
"I've been hustled haven't I?" Ellie asked.
"That's what she does," a hunter named Brian said.
"You're just pissy because I've beaten your ass like ten times," you pointed out.
"I'm sure he's telling the truth," a voice rang out. Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. You turned toward the door and there he stood. Sam Winchester and his brother Dean.
"Hey Y/N," Dean said, "long time,".