She continued reasoning to herself why she should do this and was surprised at herself how much she needed to feel okay with going out. It had only been about a month but leaving the bunker without the hunters made her stomach drop. She still had enough money from her last fights but this wasn't about money, reasoning further though she liked the knowledge that she could maybe get the hunters something with the extra cash. She was going to have to wait for nightfall to do anything and she didn't want Sam to spot her. She smiled softly to herself, it was like the beginning again though it seemed the hunter was going to want to find her. She pondered what she was going to do with the rest of the day without Sam coming to find her to talk or Dean coming to find her because he was worried. They seemed to almost enjoy her company at this point and- she got it, she would hang out with Dean so Sam couldn't trap her long enough to talk to her. She smiled to herself as she slipped on a dress she had bought on one of the trips out, making her way around she looked for the strongest scent of Dean. He was in his room actually, she stood in front of the door and bit her lip; she didn't want to walk in on something she shouldn't have. She knocked twice rather loudly, she made the decision that if he didn't answer she'd go find something else. His husky voice called out though just as Sam rounded the corner, her face flushed as she went into Deans room. Dean gladly didn't ask why she was red as a tomato and just patted the bed beside him, his laptop in his lap and she could hear the sounds of fake fighting through the headphones.
"Avengers. You in?" he asked as she scurried over to the side and melted into the mattress next to him. She smiled "Hell yeah!" she smiled as he pushed play; it had just started. The movie was nice and long and even though she had already seen that it was nice to have Deans soft commentary. It was kind of funny she thought as she watched Deans face, he was just as handsome as his brother but it was only platonic love with him. He was also really easy to love with his sassy, cheesy humor and if she was being truly honest with herself she seen spots of him in herself. At one point the movie ended but he was prepared and held another long enough to put it into the laptop and play it. He reassured her that she'd like it, not one to question the males movie taste she just settled her cheek on his shoulder and watched the small bright laptop.
A couple hours later she got up and stretched listening to her bones crack back into place. They had finished the second movie and were now binge watching Game of Thrones, her for the first time. He got up and did the same while watching her "Anything on your mind?" He asked his head bowed, she paused and turned to him. This was unusual' she thought to herself though a little movie muddled 'Dean isn't the type to ask anybody about their lives unless he's worried' she then remembered her red-faced entrance and blushed anew. Watching Dean who was now watching her she cleared her throat "Do you trust me enough to tell you if I did need something?" she asked throwing the question back at him. He nodded to her relief and didn't broach the subject any further while lifting an empty cup from his night stand; motioning out the door. She grabbed the empty bowl of munchies and walking out first and headed off to the kitchen. They met back up with her having a new bowl and him having a full drink, he smiled as she walked in and grabbed a handful before she even sat down. He started up the show again and they settled in.
It was hours before they moved once more and from the smell in the air vents it was now well into night. She stood up and smiled at him "'kay James-Dean I'mma see you later. Have fun without me" she slurred the tired feeling she'd got from not moving in a dark room for hours finally catching up with her. She had started calling him James-Dean a little while after she moved in, it was to commemorate the first time they met and he didn't seem to mind it. Fist-bumping her he got up too "I'mma get one more drink and then off to bed" he told her while he followed her out the door. She walked back to her room though her normal strut was languid and her mind foggy. Stepping into her room though she was reminded of the fact that she had plans to go out, her towel which laid innocently enough on her bed post shook her awake. She took a deep breath and willed her body to summon enough energy to go through with her plan.
She got dressed in a pair of leggings and a nice tight sports bra with a loose jacket over all of it; she made her way to the front of the bunker. She was glad she wasn't human or she was going to need a lot more supplies, she should be able to heal fully before she got back to the bunker. To her dismay Dean of coarse was coming out of the kitchen the same time she was going through the library. She hadn't fully planned on what to say and the truth seemed like a really bad idea, though when she just passed Dean with a nervous smile she wasn't stopped though he seemed to watch her quizzically. She thought she was going to get out clean before Deans voice stopped her half-way up the stairs "Where you off to?" he asked suspiciously "You've already gone running with Sam and you seemed really tired a couple minutes ago." He noted. Her nervousness made her snap back "I Just want to get some air. Dad." She added sarcastically but though the snip was supposed to make her feel relief it felt more like a turning knife in her gut. He was quiet and for an unknown reason she waited for his reply hoping her half lie wasn't going to be seen through. He didn't move for a beat "Be safe." he commanded before taking a gulp of whiskey and turning. The white-hot burning knife turned into dry ice as she realized this was as close as a good-bye as she was ever going to hear.
Jumping down the stairs four at a time she ran to Deans retreating form, wrapping her arms around his back she rested her head in between his shoulder blades "Thank you. I will." squeezing him lightly she felt his forearm rest onto her entangled ones before she pulled away. The last time she got to hug the hunter was when she had held him in the gas station for that split second. This embrace felt like a warm baking fire and she scrambled further away with the unknown feeling washing through her. Mustering the last bit of will not to run "Sorry for snipping at you." She said under her breath before turning and running back up the stairs and out the door. The soft moonlight illuminated very little though she was glad to not be in any blistering heat. She couldn't enjoy the view for long since the lie she had told scurried over her consciousness, turning her stomach into tundra climates. She huffed and turned to the way to the city and started running.
She had been in the Kansas area the longest while trying to track down the Winchesters. One or two of the out-post gas stations and what not knew her by name not only because she spent so much money there but she made sure to meet up with them regularly. She would ask about a black impala or a tall-moose looking male. Her hellhound family was very vague when talking about them mostly because it was them bitching or crying about how they had killed some of our family members. She understood them though. You either be killed or kill and instead of hating the hunters she always liked to think they were more animal then most of the humans she watched. She felt a kinship and almost a sick revered feeling when she thought of them before she even met them. You had to be a bad ass motherfucker to take on a hell hound or just really stupid. She wasn't sure which one they we're closer too but she betting it was a mix of both.
Once she got to the city she continued running, she knew where she was going and it was only going to be a couple minutes before she got there. Then dark warehouse was a nice change of pace though it looked like the bunker there was nothing in it. The place smelled of must/blood/and sweat, all from the fighters below. There was no signs of people since it was probably around two or three in the morning and every one was already down there. She made her way down into the basement part and stood in front of the front entrance The tall bouncer smirked "Thought I'd never see you here again" she didn't comment back only nodding her head. She walked past the table of bets and into the stairwell, the arena in the middle of the large basement illuminated. The atmosphere shook her awake faster then if she was plunged into an ice-cold bath. The simmering under her skin intensified but not for her to change, she wanted the feel of blood in her mouth. The hard crack of knuckles against flesh had her buzzing with excitement, making her way though the violently thrashing crowd or on-lookers. All she had to do was make eye contact with the announcer and then wait her turn.
The rules were simple enough, if your opponent can't fight it's a forfeit and anyone who wants to go up can. You win and you get a percentage of the bets and all the winnings. She had been stabbed, broke a few bones and killed enough to have respect for who ever she was battling no matter the size. The meatheads might be able to break your bones but normally not fast enough to get a sneaky stab, the small ones might not be able to punch hard but could sink a blade into you faster then you could blink. The hard copper tasting stuff hit her square in the face as the female in the arenas side was cut into and spurted out. She wiped her jacket sleeve over her eyes but left the rest alone, sometimes scaring the shit out of someone was just as fun as watching them spit out a tooth from a good clip to the jaw. Surprisingly the woman with the wound in her side ended up surviving and in lieu of forfeiting she just wrapped her side up in gauze and waited. The Hell Hound was impressed at the woman's stamina and determination. She watched a couple of more rounds before she was put into the arena, the female tapped out to take her money and run so the person that was facing her was just as pumped as she was. They both stepped into the middle, the smell of blood thirsty excitement wafted through her.
Her mind that was used to the fighting zoned in trying to find a crack in their armor, their eyes followed her for the same reason. They had a nice deep copper skin tone with buzzed off jet-black hair. They didn't seem aggressive but more calculating, their size didn't specify if they were a heavy hitter or a sneaky stabber but their eyes said they were smart. The seconds before the bell rang sank her into the mindset of the beast; the first punch hurt like a cannon ball but let her gain momentum to hit back just as hard. The fight was fun and they both took hits well, they were both breathing hard and though weapons were aloud neither pulled one out. Circling each other like wolves waiting for the other to attack. Back together again and the fight resumed. She was under them though her legs raked up high enough to start squeezing the air out of their lungs.
The stark red pool surprised her enough to fling the person off her and bolt away to the corner; bright red blood trickled down her shoulder from a knife wound giving the arena. Looking up to the weapon holder she sighed, they really were a great fighter. Moving back to the middle they both squared off, not giving them time to advance her body launched with her hands onto her opponents face. Using her momentum her opponents' neck snapped before they both hit the ground. She staggered to a stand and stared at the body like she had done millions of times before; the cold detached feeling gripped her through an inhalation. The image of Sam with a broken neck replaced the broken body before her, her cold detachment shivered out her body replaced with the urge to run. They were human. Mortals died. Her train of thought was yanked as her arm was lifted into the air and she was handed a small bag of cash.