"Seriously." I held my wrist in my hand, the fact that I had been confused as a vampire had me seriously questioning their capability as hunters.
"The names Dean." The dark, scruffy one was looking through my dad's books while the shaggy haired one checked the vampire. "This here is my brother Sam."
"Okay," I snatched my bag off the floor and tossed it over my shoulder before making a grab for my knife and tracing the blade with the tip of my finger, careful not to slice open the flesh.
"So are you going to tell us who you are?" He snapped when I didn't answer.
"You're the guys from the diner."
"And who are you?"
"You can call me Mitch." I slid the knife back into a sheath attached to my belt. "And this is my vampire hunt."
"Actually we'd be more then happy to work it with you." Sam spoke up after administering another round of poisoned blood to the vampire. "What have you learned to far?"
"I've learned that you two are both incapable idiots."
"What?" Both boys snapped up.
"How the hell do you confuse a human for a vampire." My eyes flickered back and forth between the two.
"Well maybe you shouldn't be wondering around in the dark."
"My eyes would have been shiny."
"We made a mistake." Sam sat down on his bed. "Were sorry about that."
"Yeah." I snorted, a half laugh escaping from me.
"Listen, we have to make our move on the vampires tonight." Dean grabbed a machete off a side desk.
"Then lets go." I made for the door as they grabbed their things and carried the vampire from the room.
There were five of them, including the leader of the nest. The boy's handled their own, very well for making the mistake they had earlier.
"So how did you get into the Hunting game?"
"Its a family business." I replied to Sam's question. "You're the Winchester brothers right?"
"That's us." Dean shut the trunk of his car, sealing away all their hidden weapons.
"Next time don't get in my way."
"Wow, thanks for the warning."
"I'm not being mean." I stared Dean down. If you wanted to be taken as a serious hunter, especially as a female, you had to make a lasting impression of yourself. "I'm trying to figure things out. The names Michelle, and I'm hunting a demon. You understand."
"Of course." I walked back to my Mustang and tossed the bag inside as Dean fallowed over, running his hand across her body. "Nice wheels."
"Thanks." I climbed inside the drivers seat and backed up, leaving the boys behind. Little did I know this would not be the last time the Winchester brothers crashed my hunt.