Not done, after all: CH 2.

CHAPTER TWO

"Dammit." I curse, as my hand slips and drops the silver wrench. I roll out from under my car, squinting from the sudden burst of sunlight. Slowly, I stand up and turn towards my broken truck. A huge dent sat on the hood of the car. Depressing, yes but a huge improvement from what it was two weeks ago when I stupidly crashed into one of Bobby's broken down cars.

After Bobby fixed up my shoulder, I tried to leave, I was better on my own anyways, but between my lack of transportation and Bobby's protesting to let my shoulder heal, I was stuck here. At least, until I fix my truck. Grabbing a dirty, red rag from the old bench next to me, I rub the dark grease off of my fingers.

I look down at my hands and sigh in soft anger, the oil rubbed into dark smudges along the creases of my hand.

"Seriously," I say quickly under my breath and then turn around. Walking through a half open door across from me and into the messy green kitchen,

"Hey, Bobby, do you have anything that gets off grease?" I ask maybe a little too quiet as I try to rub off the black oil.

When I look up, I see Bobby talking to two ruggedly dressed men, one a good four inches taller than the other. I suddenly stop and side step behind the wall and peer out at the three of them.

"How's the Leviathan research going?" The shorter one says, his voice surprisingly deep. Bobby scoffed at his question.

"How do you think, Dean," He answers. The two boys across from him exchange a worrisome look before Bobby continues, "Anyway, that's not why I told ya idjits to come over."

"Then why?" The taller one asks, the deep bags under his eyes and the soft way his voice curved indicated his need for a long night's rest. Hell, a whole day's worth.

Bobby turns his back to them, walking over to the cluttered table across from him. He grabs a tan case folder, just like the ones he would give me when he thought he found a case for me to work, when I was younger and still trying to be the hunter my brother would have wanted.

"I think I found a job down in Bunker Hill, Indiana." He says as he hands the folder over to the taller one, "Three men have gone missing in the last month. Each found less than four days later…ravished and torn apart. Officials say, grizzly attack."

The tall one, flipped carefully through the pages of the folder and asked, more like a statement than a question. "But you don't think so?"

"There hasn't been a single report of any bears in Bunker Hill for the past ten years, now all of a sudden there up and roaming about, eating people?"

"Werewolf?" The shorter one, Dean, asked looking over the other guy's shoulder at the case file.

"Couldn't be. The lunar cycle isn't right." I shift my weight between my feet, trying to get a better view of the conversation.

As the taller one closes the folder, Dean shakes his head and asks,

"Bobby, you could have called and told us this. Now, why's the real reason you told us to come over?"

"Yea, Bobby?" I say, dauntingly as I step out from behind the wall. It had suddenly dawned on me why Bobby called these two goofball hunters over.

The three look quickly over to me, surprised by my sudden interruption. Before anyone could do anything else, Dean had pulled out his gun and aimed it quickly at me.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, I don't even flinch. It's not the first time a gun has been pulled on me. The taller one than pushing Dean's hands down, lowering his gun.

"Dean, what the hell, man?"

"Sam-!" He yelled angrily at him and turns to Bobby. Who looks like he just wants to slap the back of both of their idiotic heads.

"Will you both calm down, this is Natalie, and she's a hunter who's been staying here to till she fixed her truck." Sam and Dean give sheepish looks at one another and Dean flicks off the safety of his gun. I turn my attention back to Bobby and direct back to my question,

"So? What is it Bobby?"

"Can I talk to you? Alone." He said, after a moment of silence. I walk over to the living room with Bobby. When I believe we were out of earshot, I snap.

"No." Is all I say.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." He says gruffly.

"Oh yes, I do," I respond pacing a couple feet back, "You want me to work with those two hunters out there." I say as I point towards where Sam and Dean were waiting.

"So what if I do?"

"Bobby, we have talked about this over and over again. I am done with hunting."

"So, you keep saying, yet you always end up coming back with some other injury or so from some hunt you found. Why do you think that is? Cause it sure as hell ain't because you're done with hunting, I can tell you that."

"Bobby—"

"No, I am done seeing you give up only to end up almost getting yourself killed. I swear, if I didn't know you better I would think you wanted to die." A sudden pang hits my stomach and I look down, "At least this way, maybe you can realize that you can't keep running."

"And the two hunters? Why do you want me to go with them?"

"Protection." I roll my eyes, oh so un-subtle. "Don't give me that look. I have stitched you up too many times to count. Sam and Dean are the best hunters I know, you'll be safe with them."

I breathe deeply. There was no other way out. Bobby was going to make me do this, whether I agreed to it or not. I guess it was better to go along than to fight.

"Fine." Bobby raised his eyebrows but before he could respond I cross my arms across of me and walk out of the room. He quickly followed after.

Dean and Sam were sitting at the table their heads leaned in, obviously deep in conversation but when they notice Bobby and I walk in they stand up, Sam stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"So? Anyone gonna tell us what's going on?" Dean asked.

"Natalie is joining you guys on the hunt." Bobby says to them,

"What—"

"I'm not going to repeat myself. Just get your asses to Indiana before I kick them there." He takes a swig of the beer he took out of the fridge and Dean and Sam give resigned looks.

"Welcome to the team, I guess." I give a tight smile in recognition. "Uh, I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

"Figured." Is all I reply with,

"We should be going," Sam says between the small silence.

We walk out the door swiftly, each of us giving Bobby a curt goodbye before leaving. When were out, I turn towards the boys,

"I should get some stuff out of my truck, just give me a second, okay?" They nod as I turn away from them walking towards were my truck sat. Dean walked after me,

"So, are you going to tell me what all that was about?" He says, I look over at him. His apple green eyes glinted in the sun and I felt myself start to blush. Stop it you idiot, five minutes ago he held a gun to your head. I turn my head back in front of me, arriving at the back of my truck. I lift the trunk, reveling a small arsenal of various weapons.

"Nope." I reply, Dean sighs harshly and looks at the weapons in my trunk.

"You know, for a hunter, you don't really have the right amount for your arsenal." I grab a couple guns and put them in the same duffle bag that held my clothes and fake IDs.

"Yea, well, considering of three weeks ago I gave up on hunting, I think it's pretty good." I don't give him a chance to respond to that before I slam the trunk close and walk over to Dean and Sam's Black Chevy Impala.

I shift the duffle bag on my shoulder before sliding into the back seat. Sam was already sitting nonchalantly in the passenger side. In moments, Dean had turned on the car already turning up the music loud and obnoxious like.

"Hope you like Metallica." He says, laughing at Sam's annoyed face.

This was going to be a long ride.