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Ha ha, and in this chapter we shall find out how Hannah and Amanda became hunters!!! (it is a rather funny story in my opinion)

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Chapter 7

"Is He Always Like That"

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After Dean had popped his head out of the hotel room he caught up to Hannah who was already getting a French Vanilla from the Espresso machine, and was humming something.

Dean listened to her humming for a second, "Rush?" He finally asked.

Hannah stopped humming and looked at him, "Yeah," she said with a smile, "how'd you know?"

"I'm a fan, more or less." He said smoothly, "How about Blue Oyster Cult?"

Hannah unzipped her hoodie to reveal a BOC t-shirt with their trademark upside-down question mark-ish symbol, "It's nice to finally meet someone who appreciates the classics."

"Same here, Sammy boy, he doesn't see the point, thinks it's all a bunch of loud noise."

Hannah frowned, "That's stupid, compared to nowadays the lyrics actually mean something."

"Not to him and a bunch of other people I guess. Sam's into that 'Emo' crap about a boy fallin out of something and a riot at a dance or whatever."

Hannah laughed, "I think you mean Fall Out Boy and Panic At The Disco…actually they're not too bad."

"Yeah, if you like all that mumbo jumbo about lost love and turning yourself into a pincushion." Dean said flatly.

"What can I say, it's just the way some people roll." Hannah said with a shrug, and took a sip of her coffee thoughtfully, then asked, "Amanda kind of told me the story, but this vampire girl, what exactly did you do to piss her off? Give her the rejection hotline instead of your phone number?"

"Not Exactly."

"Wow, if that doesn't make a girl mad, I don't know what does."

"Well, I kind of drugged her with some dead man's blood, did one of those full on interrogation things, and, oh, I helped my dad kill her boyfriend."

Hannah blinked at him, "That'll about do it too." She said raising an eyebrow.

"Yep, heh, ain't no fire in hell like a woman's wrath" he laughed as he mused on what his father had told him when he was younger.

Hannah suddenly thought of something and grew serious, "Tell me again, how do we kill these vampires, because I really don't want to be savin' your ass when they come to collect on the revenge thing.

"Well, since the Colt's gone and regular silver bullets don't work, guess some vampire heads will have to roll."

"Great, my personal favorite way." Hannah said sarcastically, but then smiled.

"What's that for?" Dean asked referring to her smile.

"I have an idea…come on, let's get back to the room." she replied, standing and walking to the hallway.

When they reached the room Hannah stopped in from of the door and was about to knock when Dean asked, "What's the matter, don't you have the key?"

"No," Hannah answered, "Didn't think we'd need it since Amanda and Sam were there."

Before Hannah could do anything, Dean turned and knocked on the door, "Hey Sammy! Hope we're not interrupting anything, but could you open the door?"

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"So, Amanda, how did you and Hannah become hunters in the first place?" Sam asked trying to learn more about the mysterious girls he and his brother had met only hours ago.

"Heh, it's a long story." Amanda replied.

"That's ok; it could be a while before Dean realizes he's not going to score with your friend tonight."

Amanda stifled a laugh, "That's true, Hannah likes to take things slow, slower than he's probably used to, it makes her feel that a relationship is worth something, but anyway, how we became hunters: it all started freshman year of high school. We had been friends for like, all our lives and our parents had kept the whole 'truth is out there' thing to themselves, until one day, Hannah and I were trying to work on a history project, or something like that, together and tried to find information the traditional way" Amanda explained, "A.k.a. the giant encyclopedia collection in Hannah's, family's library" she added, then continued, "Well, turns out… it wasn't an entire collection of normal encyclopedias, no, not with our families, instead it was a collection of every supernatural thing ever. And I mean ever. There were pages full of different species of demons, vampires, and every other evil thing under the sun, (and moon) and…how to waste 'em."

"Sounds like the extended edition of my dad's journal" Sam muttered to himself.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"My dad, from the time he first became a hunter, kept a journal. Everything he ever faced and how to kill it was in that thing, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't help us out of a lot of trouble."

"Sounds interesting, I'd like to see it sometime, if you still have it. And one more thing, now that I've pretty much told you my life story, mind telling me about your last run-in with the vampires? It might help with this case."

"I'd love to." Sam said and began telling her the tale. He was busy filling in a few details when the both heard Dean's remark.

"Hey Sammy! Hope we're not interrupting anything, but could you open the door?"

"Is he always like that?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing like the sarcastic, and slightly perverted mind of Dean Winchester."

"Fine then, were gonna lead that perverted mind right on." Amanda said smiling mischievously.

"And how are we going to do that?" Sam asked, also smiling at the rare chance to get his older brother back.

"Come here." Amanda said, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded, then Amanda took her had and ran it through Sam's hair. Making sure it was thoroughly messed up. She did the same to her own. She then went over to one of the beds, messed up the covers, and laid down on it.

"Sam! Come on, we're not getting any younger out here!" they heard Dean's voice say.

"Just a second, Dean!" Sam called back in a purposely groggy tone, as he made his way over to the door.

Amanda made the finishing touches by unzipping her shirt a little and then quietly told Sam, "Don't for get to wipe your mouth with your sleeve."

Sam flashed a smile, put on a dazed face, and opened the door.

"Well it's about time, Sammy we-" Dean froze mid-sentence. He looked from Sam, who had just remembered to wipe his mouth, to Amanda, who was lying on the messy bed trying to fix her hair. Dean was so surprised his mouth dropped open and for once he was lost for words.

Hannah, confused by the sudden silence, stepped into the crowded doorway. Seeing Dean's expression, she looked at Amanda lying on the bed. Amanda winked at her. Hannah nodded in understanding and smiled.

Dean, coming out of his stupor, gave off a proud grin and clapped his brother on the back, "That's my boy! Honestly Sammy I never thought you had it in you."

Sam looked at Amanda, this wasn't exactly expected, but the immediate effect had still been achieved.

Amanda got up from the bed, and walked over Sam."Do you want to tell them what we found out now?" she asked sleepily.

"If it's what I think it is, I don't wanna hear about it." Dean said jokingly.

Sam elbowed him, then explained what they had learned earlier.

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"So we'll go to the police station first thing tomorrow," Hannah said when Sam was finished, "Then," she turned to Amanda, "We'll need to stop at Oliver's."

"Oliver's?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

"Yeah, Oliver! He could definitely help!" Amanda chimed in.

"Wait, I think I missed something, Oliver who?" Dean said with a confused look on his face.

"Oliver Colt," Hannah explained, "When I heard you guys had used the Colt on those vampires, I remembered an old friend we had met when all of our parents had gone on a hunting trip together." She paused to think for a second then added (more to herself than out loud) "Though I haven't talked to him recently," then she spoke louder, "He's rather gifted with gunsmith-ing, even made me my first set of silver bullets."

"So, wait, you're trying to tell us that this… Oliver, guy is a descendant of the one and only Colt?" Dean asked.

"It all fits, and besides, have you ever met anyone with a last name of Colt?" Hannah replied.

"Well, no, but if he can make silver bullets, why doesn't he make a new 'all-purpose' gun with matching ammo?"

"We've never really asked him to, besides, he told us what it takes to make the set, and let me tell you, your sweat and blood goes into them…literally."

No one said anything for a while, until Dean decided it was time for the brothers to get going, "Come on Sammy, I know you wanna have a little sleepover with your girlfriend, but I ain't payin fifty bucks a night at that motel for 'nuthin," Dean joked.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said flatly, then turning to the girls he said, "See you tomorrow." Then he headed for the door.

"Wait, Sam." Amanda called, she made her way over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, leaned upward and kissed him softly on the cheek.

Sam blushed as she whispered in his ear, "Sweet Dreams."

Dean, seeing this, turned to Hannah with his arms open, "Well, how 'bout it?" he asked with a smirk.

"Nuh uh," Hannah replied, folding her arms, "You already got one tonight buddy, don't push your luck."

"Ouch." Sam said with a laugh, as his older brother's mouth and arms dropped in disappointment. Rejected.

"We'll see you boys tomorrow morning at the police station, 9 o'clock, don't be late." Hannah said as they left the room.

"Heh, nine?" Dean began, "The day's half over by-" The door shut in his face before anything else came out.

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Didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, more of an explaining chapter but anyway…

Dum da dum dum daaaaa!!! Who is this mysterious Oliver Colt? And will he help the four hunters even though Hannah hasn't called him in like, a year? Only time will tell!!!

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Love to all!

-HoD91