A/N: - Words - means changing perspective.
The door doesn't open, but rather someone knocks. You relax, turning your hair back to a normal state and ask who it is.
"Um, it's the guys that gave you the machete."
You are hesitant, but open the door anyway, knowing you can defend yourself. You do not invite them in, but they push past you and walk in. "The hell? Who are y'all? Don't give me a smartass answer either, no fake names."
They give each other the look that is only defined as years of learning secret communication. The taller one walks over to you, and holds out his hand. "Sam Winchester. Nice to meet you."
You nod, then Sam nods at the other one. "Dean Winchester. I didn't catch your name."
"Didn't throw it out there. What do you two want with me?"
"We saw about killings on this campus and they matched those of vamps and came to investigate. We caught eye on you and thought that you would be an easy target for them to get, so we have been tracking you. When we met you in that warehouse, we came to save you, but saw you already had that handled." Sam explains.
"Okay, but that doesn't tell me what y'all are doing here."
"We wanted to make sure you were fine, just cause you had some few bad cuts and bruises on you, and noticed that you never hung out with anyone on the campus, so assumed you were alone."
"Yeah I am alone, but fine with that. I'm fine. Like I am every hunt. So y'all gonna leave or what?"
"Uh, I guess. But do you want to go to dinner with us?" Dean asks.
"Only if you pay."
"'Kay, let's go." Sam pulls out his car keys, and I grab my motorcycle helmet. "Wait, wait. What is that helmet for?"
"Uh, my motorcycle. Don't ride without it."
"So you don't have a car?" Dean asks.
"Oh, I do. I have two babies. My motorcycle and my car."
"Where is it?"
"Um, getting worked on. I'm starving, can we go?" You walk out the door and get on your motorcycle.
- Dean is watching you and is intrigued by you. He watches as you move and can't help but stare and wonder what made you walk with that posture and what to seems to be, confidence yet always prepared to fight -
As you three take a table at the diner, it seems that you immediately get interrogated.
Dean starts out by asking you questions about your car, and is curious. "Where is your car at the moment?"
"Well, if you must know, it is at a friend's, who is working on it for me while I am out hunting. And yes, this is my motorcycle, and I do own both. My car is a '67 Black mustang convertible. You can tell what my motorcycle is. And I knew you were going to ask all of these because you have a '67 Chevy Impala, which is a really nice car, by the way."
Dean looks completely speechless, and you are proud that you made him that way, and that you knew what he was going to ask. Sam takes over, by talking about more professional matters. "How did you find this job?"
"News. It was all over the, especially Clemson being a large college in the SEC, and since I keep up with football, it made this matter easier. The whole nest is not eliminated, and so I am actually quite glad y'all came along because I could not do this by myself."
"How do you know what we are going to ask? Also, do you know where the nest is located?"
"Y'all are easy to read, and I get these questions a lot. It is where you to found me, but the nest is obviously going to move, since I know where they are. They most likely will not come for me, so we need to figure out a way for them to come to one of y'all, then we can take the rest of them out. Hopefully."
"Okay… How do we know we can trust you?" Dean questions.
"First off, I am a very small woman, eating dinner with two giant men, so I obviously trust y'all. You can call and ask some people about me. I do my job almost perfectly, and go to extremes to save other people. Oh, my name is Y/N, by the way."
"Do we get a last name?" Dean is slowly becoming more curious about you.
"Not until we complete the hunt and I know I can trust you two." You give him a playful smirk, and you can tell that Sam knows what you are doing to Dean. You aren't trying to be rude, but when someone throws the bait, you playfully pull on it, until you become tired of the game and you have to leave anyway.
All of your food comes, and all three of you become quiet, enjoying your meal.
You get too distracted by the burger, to remember that you have honey mustard on your plate, and your hair gets in it. "Shit, shit, shit. I literally just washed my hair." You don't have a napkin, so you reach across the table and take the one out of Dean's hands, since he is the closest to you and Sam chuckles.
"Anyway, boys, I am tired and need to get back to the motel. Have a good night." You stand up, grab your motorcycle helmet, and walk out the door. You don't head back to your motel room, instead you hit up the nearest bar for a beer and game of pool. You have no intentions of getting drunk this time, you just need to unwind after a long day.
As you get up to the bar, you hear whimpers come from the alley, and you pull out your gun. You walk down the alley, to see a vamp getting close to a girl's neck, about to clamp down. "Hey!" You yell, "Let her go, come get me instead." The vamp doesn't let go, so you pull out your pocket knife and cut your forearm. Blood drips out, and the vamp let's the girl go and comes running towards you. "Run!" You signal to the girl.
You pull up your hood, let your hair turn blue, and your E/C turn an unnatural, electric blue. You don't have your machete on you, and the only way to kill the vamp is to cut his head off, and that's what you plan on doing.
"Oh you idiot." The vamp chuckles, showing his teeth. "You shouldn't have done that"
"Maybe, maybe not. You gonna come this way or do I need to come to you?" You run towards the vamp, throwing an ice knife at his heart. It slows him down, but that's all it does.
You two get into a heated fight, that you are sure you got a black eye, busted lip, and a long cut along your arm. You finally get into a position where you can make a long ice blade, and slice the head off the vamp. You quickly turn back into your normal state, and head back to your motel to clean up. You keep your hood on, so people can't see your face and the disaster it is.
The only parking spot available is next to the Impala, and you pray that no one is in the car, but someone is. Sam steps out of the driver's seat. "Hey, Y/N."
"Hey." You mumble and speed walk to your room.
Sam grabs your arm and stops you before you get a chance to unlock the door. "You alright?"
"Yeah. I'd be better if you would let me in my room." You continue to look down, to avoid him seeing your face, but he pulls your chin up, which causes your hood to fall off.
"Oh my god, Y/N. What did you get yourself into?"
"A hunt, obviously. Look, I've been worse off. I also killed another vamp. You two can get the rest, right?" To you, this isn't even a bad injury.
"Let me patch you up." He pulls you toward his room, but you resist.
"No. Please."
"I can tell that you have been alone for as long as you can remember. All I want to do is show you that you aren't alone. At least before you leave?" He does these puppy eyes that you can just not resist.
"Fine." You roll your eyes and follow him into his room. You are relieved to not find Dean in here, but you see another dufflebag, so you know that there is a chance that he would come in here soon. Sam tells you to sit on the bed, and you do as he says. He digs in his bag for a second, then pulls out the supplies he thinks he needs. "Hey, I only need a butterfly bandage and an icepack then I'm good to go."
"I'm not gonna let you ride on that bike without your arm patched up, at least." You wonder how he notices that with you wearing a black jacket that hides things easily. You nod your head in compliance, and stay quiet.
As he patches you up, Dean walks in and falls on his bed. You assume he doesn't notice you because he doesn't say anything, so you stay quiet. You are also not up for talking much since your lip is busted. A busted lip is probably your most hated injury because it affects eating. And you love eating.
"Hey, Dean. Did you have a good walk?"
Dean grunts and sits up, noting your presence. "What are you doing here, Y/N?"
"What does it look like? Sam begged me to let him patch me up before I leave and let y'all take over this case. I need to go check up on my car, anyway."
"Oh, you're leaving?"
"Yep. Been here a while, all the vamps know me, I killed one in an alley, and my friend called saying my car was almost done. It is gonna take a while to get there, anyway. Why, you sad?" You chuckle at him, and that made your face hurt.
"You got beat up bad." Dean starts to seem concerned, and Sam is very focused on getting your stitches perfect.
"Nah. You almost done, Sam?"
"Nope. Dean, get her a beer."
He sighs, but grabs one anyway. You thank him and chug it down. You were looking forward to an ice cold beer from the bar, but this will do.
Sam finishes stitching you up, but insists that you stay one more night to make sure you don't pass out while driving.
"Either you pay for the room, or I crash in here tonight. I want to leave, so if you want me to stay one more night, I'm not paying for it."
Sam and Dean give each other the look again. "Sure. You can crash in here tonight." Dean says and smirks.
"Cool. Someone go get my bags." They look at you like you are crazy. "Okay, I'll leave then." You get up to walk out the door, but Dean stops you. You look into each other's eyes, then he turns away and moves you out of the way and walks out the door.
A minute later, he comes back with your bags. "Here you go, princess."
"You're the princess." You fall back on a bed and rest your arms on your forehead.
"Dean, I'm going to the bar. Stay here and make sure she doesn't leave."
"I'm not a child, Sammy." You yell after him.
"I'm the only one that gets to call him Sammy." Dean pouts.
"Whatever." You roll your eyes. "Where am I going to sleep?" You are extremely tired and just want to sleep. Or drive to Bobby's. You miss your car.
"Uh. I will sleep on the couch, and you can take my bed."
You vicsously shake your head. "Though y'all are practically forcing me to stay, I'm not gonna take one of your beds." You can be an asshole sometimes, and you know it, but you aren't all the time. Especially when invading someone else's space. "I'll take the couch." You start to un pack your bag to change into PJs.
"Do you at least want a couple of blankets and pillows?" Dean looks dumbstruck, and it takes all of your ability to not snort.
"Yeah, that would be nice."
You get changed and situated, and tell Dean you are going to sleep and be quiet.
When you wake up, you are on Dean's bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. You sit up to see Sam passed out on the other bed, and Dean sleeping on the couch.