Not A 17-Year-Old Girl

I don't own Supernatural nor Twilight but I wish I owned me some Winchesters!


It was another day, which meant another town. But that's just how it was for me. Nothing new, nothing exciting, I thought to myself as I pulled my ear bugs out of my ears and put my iPod away, sighing. I looked out the window of the Impala and the trees almost seemed to move by thanks to my brother's fast driving. If you were to looked at me from afar, you would see a somewhat tall, well in shape seventeen year old girl. Nothing to fear, right? Wanna guess again? I can have someone on their ass in less than five seconds on their best day if they give me the chance, and they would, since I'm such a sweet little girl. I knew things I shouldn't have to know. Lots of people know more than one language, but I can speak three. You don't wanna know why I know those. I travel a lot, too - been to at lest thirty-five out of the fifty United States. It was okay. I like being in a car more than being on land. Much more interesting if you'd ask me. The only downside was not really having a house, or place to stay. Motels pretty much sucked, and smelled like crap, but hey. They were a place to sleep for the night, and was better than nothing. Almost, that is, better than nothing. You get to listen to a lot of music, too, when you're always in a car. Some Led Zeppelin' albums, Deep Purple... anything old school. None of that crap of today that people call music. I didn't really have any hobbies. Nothing like video games or board games or something. I tried bird watching once. Worst five seconds of my life. But there was always knowing how to hustler someone out of their paycheck without a second thought. That was pretty fun, but I don't think that could be called a hobby. I even know how to hi-jack a car in less than a few minutes. Now that was fun. Now that you know all of that, look again. What would anyone see?
That's what I thought. The same seventeen year old girl from before, right? Well, that's wrong. I'm dangerous. There are things out there, things that would make even the bravest person want to go and hid under their bed if they were convinced there's nothing under there. But there always is. Under your bed, I mean. It will make blood run cold, and it will make life a living hell. Believe me. I would know. When I was little, there were no bed time stories where the prince meets the princess and they fall madly in love and live happily ever after. No, nothing like that, but really. Who needs that crap anyway? There were the stories of what kind of creature my father killed that week, if he even came back within a week. However, it's not like I was ever truly alone, I always had my brothers who I can count on for anything. Who I can trust with my life, and I know because I have. I looked down at my arm, where I could see the raw pink skin of my new, barely healing scar, even after three weeks. I didn't feel like thinking about how I had gotten it. That would probably depress the hell out of me, and I didn't want, or have the time to throw myself a pity party. I sighed again.

"What's with the sighing today, Miss Bella?" My older brother behind the wheel asked. My other brother answered before I could.

"Aw, man just leave her alone, you know how she get's when we go somewhere new. She just needs time."

"Well, no need to be a bitch about it."

"How is that being a bitch?"

"I asked her a question and you go all girl on me. 'She just needs time' when did you become such a woman?"

"Anyone in their right mind would know what I'm talking about. And I'm not a bitch!"

"Well stop acting like one!"

"I'm not!"

"Guys, I can hear you, you know?" I told them, not being able to stop the smile from coming to my lips.

"Sorry Bells." I smiled, shaking my head. My brothers were weird, but I liked them that way.

"It's okay, and I'm sorry. It's just sometimes I get so sick of this!" I finally told them.

"The last hunt pretty much sucked, and I'm bored as hell. Never seeing Dad, never really having a home..." I trailed off. It's not so much as wanting a house that I was bitching about. I just didn't feel like driving around anymore. I sighed.

"But really. I'm one of the lucky ones having brothers like you. How many people can say they get to spend so much time with their brothers and like it? Well… not all the time." I finish in a mumble.

"Hey, I heard that! And you're not so bad yourself, kid." Dean told me.

"What he means to say is: we love you too." Sam corrected.

"Again with the feelings," Dean sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, give it a rest, for once in your life!" Sam told him.

"I told you, no chick flick moments." Dean replied, taking one hand off the wheel and weaving it once.

"Well if you would just leave the poor girl alone for once in her life…"

"One: She's not a girl. She's our sister. Two: we May sleep in motels but we're not that poor." he then smirked.

"We can have all the money we ever need." I knew he was thinking about all of the scams we can and will pull, and how even if the money we got from it wasn't really ours, it still counted.

"And finally: if I leave her alone; that would be abandoning my job as her brother. Then what love would she feel?" I guess he did have a point. But I wasn't gonna tell him that.

"Well-" started my favorite brother of the moment.

"Not now! I love this song!" Dean shouted as he turned up the radio.

Back in black I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild.

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

"Really man, AC/DC? Do you listen to anything less then thirty years old?" Sam asked in annoyance.

"Watch your mouth, Sammy Boy, AC/DC is classic." I couldn't help but sing along with him. It was a catchy song.

Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

"Sorry Sammy, but he's right on this one, that song is classic." I told them, leaning back in my seat.

"Well the girl has good taste, I'll give her that." Dean said with a smirk.

"You're just happy she doesn't worship that Miley Cyrus girl." Sam commented.

"Millie who?" Dean asked in confustion.

"Never mind," Sam sighed. I didn't even want to know how he knew who Miley Cyrus was.

"So, where are we going again?" I asked before they could start bitch fighting again.

"Some place called Forks," Dean laughed.

"I know: someone must have been smoking something good when they named that place." Me and Sam just rolled our eyes. Well, that was Dean for you.

"We may even find some jobs 'round there too. Last time I checked, some weird shit was going down a few towns over."

"Animal attacks may be? There is a lot of wild live down there." Sam mused. Always thinking, that boy is.

"I don't think so. Not unless they have deer up there that make Bibi look pure evil," when you hear the word 'job' what do you think of? What is your first thought? Waking up early, driving somewhere, working a nine till five and then going home to a family, maybe a dog or cat? That's what I believe to be the first thought of any one person in the world. All but one kind, the kind that we are, my dad, my brother's Sam and Dean, and then there's me, and maybe some other people in the world. Because when you say: 'I think we found a job' to one of us, we go straight for the salt. Why would we do something stupid like that? Because that's what we do, who we are. I'll cut the bullshit now, and just get on with it. We are hunters. What do we hunt? Easy: what everyone else doesn't even know exist.

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Songs for this chapter:

Over My Head (Cable Car) -The Fray

Me against the World -Simple Plan

Back In Black -AC/DC

Rest in Pieces -Saliva