Authors note - PS guys new writer please be nice but critiques are welcome. I hope you like this new chapter 3
They pulled over at one point, the dirt settling as she got out of the car "Okay I need a regular dagger and a piece of wood." She mumbled to herself before going off to look for a stick. Dean had already left the car and came around to the trunk to watch her. She pranced back with the flimsy piece of paper with the blood oath written on it "You're a hell hound. Act like one." The hunter shook his head as she skipped the rest of the way to the trunk in a fit of giggles, it felt good to be able to run around again. She reread over the transcript and nodded to herself "Okay so lets clarify that this is what will bind me to you and your kin. I'm to protect and follow you until you or one of your kin choose to destroy the bond or that your whole blood line runs out and therefor I'll be released of my duties. Until then I'll have to follow you till death unless your released onto hell in which case my duties will not me terminated and I shall follow you there too." She smiled to herself. She knew that this was a big thing and not to be taken lightly but there wasn't a chance she was going to let her father drag her back without a trump card like this one. Even though he kicked her out there would be a time in which he got bored or missed one of his precious hellhounds and decided to come collect her. She sharpened the twig to a fine point and placed it on the trunk before grabbing the dagger from him, dragging it over her palm she watched the bright red blood pool onto her palm. Grabbing the twig she dipped it into the growing pool of blood in her palm and signed her name in the bottom left corner. The power coursed through her, she could almost touch the bind that she felt like a rope gripping her to the hunter in front of her and one off in the distance. She looked to Dean before licking the blood off her hand. Dean grimaced and held out a bandana for her injured hand though when she showed it to him it was already clogged up. "Hell hounds heal fast unless it's a mortal blow." She grumbled at all the blood that still clung to parts of her from her previous fight. Her shorts were ruined along with the dark green tank top she wore she thought absently though she might be able to get it out of her black boots. He nodded but was quiet, stuffing the oath into his pocket before they made their way back into the Impala.
They were both quiet until they got to the bunker; she watched him unlock the door and followed him with one of the duffel bags slung over her shoulder. She smiled as she walked in "It's huge!" She exclaimed. Dean huffed and made his way down the stairs which she followed him happily until she seen Castiel the angel and who she thought to be 'Sam'. Looking up to Sam she smiled and waved though it quickly faltered when she realized he was glaring at his brother. The air was tense and only got worse as Castiel laid eyes on her, making her way behind Dean she hid. Castiel moved to watch her though with a deeply disturbed look "Dean." His deep voice becoming a warning "You do know there's a hell hound following after you. Who is covered in blood." She watched him pull out an angel blade. She squeaked and hid more behind Dean "Dean. Don't let them kill me I seriously just signed a contract with you. I won't be any use if I die." I reminded him moving farther away from the Angel. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Sam had now pulled out the blade of cur that meant if he tried to kill her that her hands were tied. She whimpered, the bag dropping her nervous energy transforming just as quickly as anger would have. She was still backing up with her nose to the ground and her ears pressed back. The sign of submission but before anyone more could move she heard the shuffle of paper as Dean pulled out the contract.
Sam turned as Deans husky voice spoke "Look. She signed it in blood. She's sworn to protect us. She's not a threat." He handed it over to Sam. The angel hadn't moved and that scared her more. Her nail clacked against the tile as she watched Castiel, moving to be behind dean again, watching the Angel from behind Deans elbow. Dean huffed "she's been in the car for hours Cas. If she wanted to kill me she would have. I'll tell you the rest later." She looked up to Deans face and yipped at him. The Angel sighed heavily putting the Angel blade back into his coat, Sams face was a level bitch face but he hadn't spoke since she walked in. She watched the tall male with his shoulder length brown hair and strict hazel eyes, He was bigger then Dean and wider she noticed. Her mind rambled off on how evenly they'd be matched if they fought since she was a bit stronger then what her human form looked like but was small for a hellhound even in human form. Most hellhounds in human form were about as big as him even as humans, though she as a human only came to the top of Deans shoulder. Turning back to human she hoped the danger had passed but even though all the knives and guns weren't out it didn't mean they were gone.
The bunker was tense with her presence and even though she was givin a room to sleep in she preferred the open floor of the library. She couldn't stay asleep in human form and her hearing was dampened in it, which made her even in a normal setting a little antsy. She explored most of the rooms the first day she got there and even though they wanted to protest the fact was that she was on their side. She had made a habit of adding things to the Men of Letters Archive when she wasn't snooping around with little post-it notes, things like how many different ways there was to kill a Vampire or what hellhounds ate. Most of it was just random knowledge but it was better then following Dean around and avoiding any contact with the bigger Winchester brother and the glaring Angel. She swore every time Sam seen her round a corner he went to grab for a gun in the back of his waist band, depending on how bad she wanted to get past him she's either turn and walk the other way or keep as close to the wall and avoid eye contact at all costs while going past him. "This is worse then Hell" she grumbled to herself one morning watching Dean from across the table watching a movie. He poked her in the nose "boop" he smirked, which had her crinkling her nose at him and huffing.
She soon found that Sam would go running in the morning and so she devised a plan and snuck after him a couple minutes later. Following his scent she sprinted until she was running next to him. He was closer to a light jog then a full-blown run though when he seen her coming up he sped up. She huffed and increased her speed until she was next to him "I signed a mother fucking contract can you not at least act like I came for any other reason then to have a nice run with you" she grumbled. He didn't respond but she took it as he had gotten at least a little more used to her presence and wouldn't try and lose her again. The run was nice and long and even though his stride was longer then hers she had the power to match him. It wasn't like a pack run but it got her out of the bunker and that made her at least a little grateful for.
She found a rhythm soon, follow Sam out on a run in the mornings and work out with him until he was done then go find Dean and eat with him while making sure he wasn't going to leave. He left sometimes which gave her a chance to get out of the bunker then when they got back it was back to reading or finding Sam to ask him more about humans. It became comfortable and almost homey but working out with Sam turned into watching Sam work out. She didn't know when the attraction set in but during one of their spars it turned, she noticed how nice his stubble looked or how she liked when he wore a ponytail because she could see his face more clearly. His massive frame was on top of her with her arms bound to her rib cage and her legs trapped under his, her face blushed and without another thought she surged her upper body off the floor and threw him off her with more force then was necessary. They were quiet which was normal unless she was asking him a question so when she tapped the floor twice signaling the end of the game and he spoke it threw her off "What's wrong?" He asked. She was a terrible liar and wasn't surprised when her voice stuttered "N-Nothing. I'm Fine. Awesome. I'm going to take a shower." She grabbed a towel quickly from the bench and was about to be out the door when he grabbed her wrist "Cahmella. Talk to me." His lip jutted out and she almost laughed when he looked like a lost pup. She was too caught up in the strange attraction to do more then snatch her wrist out of his grasp and repeated, "I'm going to take a shower. Thanks for sparring with me" turning and jogging out the door.
She was only able to take a deep breath once she had locked herself in her room "Cahmella. Seriously. Get. A. Grip. He's a human" She growled at herself. Stepping into the bathroom that was connected to her room she huffed "Humans and selfish and greedy and stupid. You're also a hell hound. Hell. Hound." She repeated the words that Crowley and her family had said time and time again. She couldn't put any feeling behind the words though. She liked the Winchesters. They were more serious then her family but they could be goofy and loving more then her family. Dean 'boop'ed her when she got too broody and Sam pouted when she chose reading over sparing. It didn't seem like a lot but all the small things they did seemed to tie her closer to them even then the blood tie could. She had sat and watched movies with Dean and shared random knowledge with Sam when they were in the car together. Dean let her borrow the headphones and showed her 'classic rock' which was right now her favorite. Sam would make her food too when he made Dean food and even though it made her feel like a pup again she ate it anyway.
She needed to start fighting again. Underground fighting. Heaven, bar fights would even help. She was going soft more and more and with the drought of cases they had recently she needed to remind herself she didn't belong in their world. The steam in the bathroom had got thick like shaving cream and she couldn't smell anything, which irritated her. Stepping out she gripped a towel around her self and dried off quickly. She didn't like leaving the Winchesters alone but she could feel in her blood that if either of them got in trouble she would feel it.