The woman- Molly- looked up from her kill, and saw John gaping at her, "John. Oh. Hello." All that John could do was continue to stare at her. "That the hell? First Sherlock, now... this?" Sherlock was staring at Molly, trying to deduce her like he always did. Sam nodded, "So, hunter?" She smiled, softly, quite unlike most hunters, who would've glared suspiciously at him. But Sam could tell that Molly was different from most hunters that they met. Molly continued to smile warmly, "It takes one to know one, right?"

"Yeah. Sam. Sam Winchester." Molly's eyes widened as Sam held out his hand for her to shake. Molly's smile fell into a look of awe, a look that John hadn't even seen on her when she was looking at Sherlock working a case. This was even more than that. Molly didn't seem to have noticed Sam holding his hand out, so he put it down. She didn't even seem to notice that movement. "Oh my God. You're Sam Winchester. And then, you must be Dean." She looked over at Dean, who nodded in confirmation. She turned back to Sam, who was looking genuinely confused by now.

"You two are famous. Just among hunters of course. But... you were the two brothers that saved the world. You saved all of us. You two are literally the best hunters in the world." Sam scoffed, "Nah. Best hunter's got to be Bobby." Dean nodded, "Although if you'd like to put us as second best, then I would be good with it. Even..." Dean's joking demeanor seemed to have ran off in just a few seconds, "Even if we don't really deserve the title."

"Are you kidding me? You two stopped the Apocalypse!"

"Yeah, and we also started it! So it was our job to clean it up." Molly started at Dean, as of he'd just told her that he truly believed that he had two heads and purple skin. Molly shook her head, and her face looked as if she couldn't believe that Dean Winchester actually thought that he wasn't one of the best hunters on the planet. And really, she couldn't believe it. But she kind of could. It'd really been the same with Sherlock. He never wanted to become famous. He just wanted a nice, complicated murder. But then James Moriarty had intervened, and Sherlock really couldn't have that anymore. Thinking about him now made her remember what John had said just a few minutes ago. 'First Sherlock...' Her face arranged itself, and she was now clearly confused. "John... what did you mean when you said 'First Sherlock'? What happened with Sherlock?" John sputtered for a moment. "I- Sherlock? You just stabbed a guy who then crumbled. And I hardly even see you in short sleeves, never a tank top though. Sam called you a 'hunter', what is that? What- what happened to YOU, Molly?" He sounded half angry, and half concerned for his friend. Mary shuffled nervously, "Uh, yeah, I'm a hunter. I hunt and kill supernatural beings. I got out of the life for a while there, but then I heard about the Vetala and... well, I just couldn't resist. Besides, I didn't know if there were going to be other hunters in the area, and I didn't want anyone else to get killed."

"Listen," Sam sounded just as nervous as Molly looked. "I get that this is a personal question, and you don't have to answer it, but how does a girl like you get into something as dangerous as hunting? I mean, we pretty much carry the most dangerous job in the entire universe." Molly only got even more nervous, "Oh... no it's fine. Uh, we moved into a house, it was haunted, and the ghost killed my brother. He was only seven. He should've been able to live for longer. It... just wasn't fair. Hunting was the only way that I felt that I could get revenge for what that damned ghost did to my baby brother!" Dean winced slightly, knowing what it felt like to have someone hurt and even kill your kid brother.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, seeing Dean reacting like this. "Sorry. About your brother."

"It's fine, really. I've... you know, had time to adjust." Molly's voice was soft, and they could tell that she really hadn't adjusted completely. Sherlock seemed to have found his voice again, "Molly. I had no idea... that you had a brother." John started starting at Sherlock with raised eyebrows, "You, didn't... know something? You? You who knows everything?" Sherlock sat back in his chair, and rolled his eyes. A trick that he'd learned from John a long time ago. John regretted showing him how.

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Around an hour later, after they'd all told their stories (Sam and Dean combined their stories as one so that they didn't waste time. Molly told the story of her being a hunter, Sherlock told about how he was an Angel of the Lord, John told how he found out about it, and Sam and Dean basically told their entire life story at Molly's request. Sherlock still seemed annoyed that he hadn't known about Molly being a hunter. When Molly spoke next, she spoke tentatively, as if she were scared of what the answer might be, "Um. If you're an Angel and all, is you being so good at reading people because of that?" Sherlock smiled, "No. I haven't tapped into my Grace for years until this. The last time I did was when... oh- I can't even remember anymore. I know that it wasn't when Victor said yes. I think it was when I used it to save Gregory from death. I was exhausted afterward because I hadn't tapped into my Grace for such a long time. I wiped his memory; he now has no recollection of getting stabbed at all. Mycroft, of course, uses his Grace all the time. He's always getting injured. The only one to know is Anthea." An annoyed expression passed over his face, "I still can't figure out what her name is. Mycroft won't let me find out." Sherlock continued to scowl, but the rest of them laughed and continued chatting. They were all so immersed in their conversation, that they didn't even notice the light haired man enter the room.


A/N: Molly's a hunter! Sorry, I just couldn't resist it after reading this other story (sorry if I stole your idea), but I just felt that it was so out of character for her to be a hunter that I just had to put it into the story. I love Molly, she's such a great character who doesn't get even half the credit that she deserves (She stabbed her fiance with a fork!). Thanks for putting up with me and my crazy schedule for updating all my stories. I'm kinda trying to slow down the updating a bit so that it won't be such a dramatic change when I can't update as often when school starts (Grr... School gets in the way of the important things in life, does it not?). Please like and comment! Thanks!