Authors note: Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the creators of Supernatural. All other characters are original

Contains spanking (hand, belt) and some mature language

Chapter 1: The Night We Met

I had been with the Winchesters for a year the first time I received a real spanking. However, the first time I received what I now refer to as a "spanking" was after 6 months. But let's go back to the beginning.

When I first met the Hunting brothers, they were saving me from what used to be my boyfriend. My life at the time had been in shambles. Three years earlier my parents had been reported dead after a plane crash off the coast. Their bodies were never found, so I refused to sell their home or believe that they were actually gone. I was left with a large sum of money that I didn't know what to do with, so at the funeral I asked an old friend to move into my parents' house and keep it up while I tried to find myself.

Sadly, finding myself meant moving away, getting into heavy drinking, and dating guys that treated me like shit. I attempted to cope with my new life by getting back into martial arts, but all that did was keep me dating guys that treated me like shit while helping me to fight them off when it got to a point of real danger. But, I was unable to stop the cycle. I blamed myself for what happened to my parents, and the shitty men made me feel like I was absolving the guilt.

The last boyfriend before the Winchesters entered my life would get drunk and beat me just because. When I came home from work there would always be something that had pissed him off, whether me or some other element. And then, he suddenly started acting differently. His anger was still there, but it almost seemed forced, as if he was trying to keep up a facade. He was gone a lot during the day, and I woke up numerous times and found him missing. I had lived with him for 7 months, and he had never left before. He would much rather laze around all day while I brought in the dough.

One night, I woke up when he was leaving, so I followed him. We went to some abandoned building nearby with a basement, and I caught him... eating... someone. I couldn't believe my eyes. As I ran to what I had most recently called home, I realized I wasn't safe. But I went there anyway. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid it in my sleeve. He was not far behind me, and when he came home he acted as if everything was fine. He didn't say he saw me. I didn't say I saw him. We just stood there watching each other. But then I saw this look in his eye, and he lunged at me. My martial arts training paid off as I dove out of the way and turned to throw the knife at him. It stuck in his arm, but it didn't faze him.

While I was still trying to recover, he came at me again and threw me into the table. The wind knocked out of me, and I instantly felt a sharp pain in my rib. Cursing through my pain, I readied myself to defend against his next attacks. But this time as he dove at me, two men burst through the door, stabbing him in the heart with a silver blade. He screamed and instantly fell to the floor twitching. I held my breath, watching for his chest to rise and fall, but he remained completely still. He was dead. And I didn't feel anything. This thing was no longer my boyfriend. And even if it was, I found I didn't mind.

As I stared in shock at the events that happened, a hand reached out to help me up.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" a gentle voice asked.

I looked up, accepting the hand. The long-haired giant smiled at me while I replied with a slight grunt, "I think so. My rib hurts. But I don't think it's broken."

"Sammy, we need to get her out of here. I'll clean this up. You help her grab some things."

I frowned looking at the hard man who had burst through the door and thrown the knife, cutting in before Sammy could reply.

"Why do I need to leave?"

He stopped what he was doing and spoke intensely at me. I'm not even sure I actually know what he said. I was simply watching his mouth... his eyes, but it was something along the lines of, "Because there's another Shapeshifter, and when this one doesn't come home tonight, it's going to come here. You need to come with us so we can keep you safe."

"We'll meet you at the Impala, Dean," the one called Sammy said with urgency.

Dean. A name I would not soon forget. I had a hard time looking away from those intense green eyes. But when Sammy grabbed my arm gently, I snapped out of it.

"We need to get moving. Pack what you can. And by the way, you can call me Sam."

He smiled and held out his hand to lead the way.

"Thank you. And you can call me Stella."

We stopped outside my bedroom door, an awkward silence consuming the air. Sam rubbed the back of his neck, turning away slightly.

"I'll wait out here. Don't be long."

Luckily I didn't have much stuff. I had decided material items weren't that important after my parents' death. They were my only family, and nothing seemed important after they were gone. So I quickly packed what few things I had, made sure I was still wearing my mother's bracelet, changed my clothes, and followed Sam back downstairs. When we came down Dean was clearing the last of the mess and stopped to look up at us.

"Get everything you need, Stella?"

I simply nodded in response not trusting myself to actually talk to him. Hearing Dean say my name made my breath catch in my throat, so I'm sure words would have been incoherent. The fact that he was listening to me when I told Sam my name seemed to be a very important detail for me at that time. And when I looked deep into his eyes my heart raced. Despite the pain and anger that seemed to color his face, he was truly breathtaking.

Sam placed his hand on my back, forcing me to move, and led me to a classic black car where he opened the door for me.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable back there. We're not far from the hotel, and Dean should be out shortly."

Again he smiled sweetly at me and then turned to get into the passenger seat in front of me. When he simply sat there and stared at my front door, I resigned myself to reliving the past hour.

Before I knew it, Dean opened the door and sat down. He sighed and sunk into the seat before turning to Sam and me.

"Ready to go?"

I nodded and Sam gave a terse smile. We drove for maybe 15 minutes in mostly silence. Sam tried to start small talk, but he stopped when Dean kept replying with short, emotionless answers. I could visibly see the tension in Dean's body as he continually glanced at his watch. Clearly, they were cutting time close, and for some reason, I felt like I was the cause and my guilt threatened to suffocate me.

When we pulled up to the hotel Sam quickly hopped out, opening my door and grabbing my bag before giving me his hand to more easily slide out. The moment I stood, Dean sped off, leaving Sam barely enough time to close the door.

I watched as Dean expertly navigated down the road, sighing gently before following Sam.

The room was nothing fancy. Two beds. A small table. A mini fridge and microwave. A decent-sized flat-screen TV. And plenty of questionable stains. I came in and set the rest of my stuff by the table, sitting in one of the chairs.

My body gladly sunk into the thin padding, my mind reeling. I found my adrenaline was wearing down, but I wouldn't be able to sleep just yet. There were too many questions.

"How did you know that I needed help?" I asked.

Sam laughed gently and cleared his throat.

"Look, Stella. There are a lot of bad things out there. My brother and I are what are known as Hunters. We travel around ridding the states of these bad things so humans can continue to live peacefully, or as peacefully as they allow each other to. We have been tracking this monster and discovered you could be in danger, so we were keeping a close eye."

I nodded my head taking that in for a moment and then asked, "Why did Dean have to leave so quickly?"

Sam tensed a little, but answered with his cheerful demeanor.

"The thing back there at your house is known as a Shapeshifter. They take on the memories and skin of a person and invade their lives. Sometimes they kill the person they impersonate immediately, and sometimes they keep them around for a few days. This one in particular has a mate. So Dean needs to get to it before it comes looking for the one we just eliminated. He'll also be checking to see if there is anyone he can save. Hopefully he'll be texting or calling soon to let us know it's taken care of."

"Is that why you're both so tense?"

Sam laughed, "Dean just doesn't want to lose them again. We almost had them a few days ago, but they changed skins before we could follow them to their home, and we had to track them again. I'm just used to being there to help him, so I'm a little fidgety. But right now the focus is keeping you safe."

I felt that familiar twinge of guilt and sighed. When the silence passed from awkward to unbearable, I stood and announced that I was tired. I couldn't stand to watch Sam pacing and fiddling with things while constantly eyeing his phone, so I figured attempting to sleep might help him have one less thing to worry about.

"Take my bed. Closet to the door. Dean and I slept enough earlier. I'll keep watch."

"Thanks, Sam."

He smiled quickly before returning to tapping his thumb on anything and everything.

I gladly took the bed nearest to the door, the damaged parts of me wanting acces to a quick escape. Not bothering to repeat any of my nightly rituals, I kicked off my shoes and climbed in the covers. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.