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I didn't choose this life. I was born into it. In fact I'd like to meet one person who chose to be this way. Hunters aren't meant to be happy, and every hunter has their story. If you're wondering whether I have one, well here it is.
My name is Elizabeth Richards. Liz for short. I turned 28 years old a few months ago and I'm a hunter. Not your killing deers kind of hunter though, I hunt the supernatural. Demons, vampires, ghosts, zombies, you name it, I've killed it. I lived a normal life till I was 6. That's when a vampire killed my father while he was hunting it. His death was really hard on my mother. After that it was pretty much my mom and I until I was 17. That was until the same vampire that killed dad killed her. So I got to avenge mom and dad and be head each and very blood sucker in that nest. Then it was just me. I had no one. So I packed all my stuff and got in my car, drove all around America, hunting. Then I came across the infamous Winchesters. By that time, I was 18. Dean was 20. Sam was 16. They were hunting with John. John was the one who said I could tag along if I wanted. Dean wasn't so keen on the idea though. Only because he had a thing for me. I knew he did, it was pretty obvious that the moment we met, he was attracted. I only stuck around for 3 weeks. Then I left and since then I haven't see the boys. Even though I've heard through other hunters that John died, Dean went to hell and that an angel pulled him out, and that Dean and Sam started the apocalypse.
There I sat in the bar, thinking finally I killed that evil spirit. It's my last night in this town before I leave for another hunt. That's if I find one. The bartender came to me and asked me what I wanted to drink.
"What will it be, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Whiskey. Double. Neat" I said. I don't usually drink whiskey, but might as well try it.
He poured the drink and passed it to me. I drank it all and asked for a re fill.
"That was quick. You in a hurry to get some where or do you just want to get drunk?" he asked.
"Well, I'm just thirsty. Yeah I want to get drunk, what's wrong with that?" I smiled.
"Nothing. I tell you what, because you seem like such a fun loving kind of girl, this next one's on the house" He replied.
'Great now the bartender's hitting on me. Why can't I catch a break?' I thought.
I smiled and took the drink as I turned to look around the bar. There were a lot of men there, but not a looker in the bunch. Too bad I guess.
Just then two guys walked into the bar. The tall guy had shaggy brown hair and the shorter had brown-blonde spiky hair and looks that had me staring. SO HOT!
'God he is gorgeous! Those eyes wow. That leather jacket makes him look so… wait a minute? That jacket, I know I've seen a similar one that someone has worn. Oh my god! That's Dean! Dean Winchester! I haven't seen him in 10 years'.
I played it cool. I didn't want him to notice me staring. He really became hot in the last 10 years. Sam has gotten TALL! I hope Dean comes over here. And as if he was psychic, he made his way to the bar.
"Hey, could I get 2 beers?" Dean asked the bartender.
"Sure thing" the bartender replied and got the beers. Dean thanked him and went to walk away, but realised I was looking at him. I quickly turned away, but turned back and smiled at him. 'Why did I do that?' I thought. Luckily he just winked at me and walked away.
But just when I thought I wouldn't have to talk to him, he came back and sat next to me. 'Just talk to him normally. Flirt a little, like you do with other guys' I looked at him and smiled.
"Hey" Dean said.
"Hey" I replied.
"So, what's a girl like you doing here by herself?" he asked. Flirting of course. Trying to anyway.
"I'm just passing through. Traveling state to state. Just me and my baby" I said.
He looked at me, confused. I grinned at him.
"My car!" I laughed.
"Oh! Okay" he laughed.
He moved his chair a little closer to me. His face was a few inches from mine. I moved back so that the space between us was bigger.
"So, what brings you to Nebraska?" I asked.
"I just stopped here. I'm actually on my way to South Dakota" he said.
'Probably going to see Bobby' I thought. He hadn't mentioned anything about Sam yet, and I got the funniest idea. This was going to be good.
"So you're going there with your boyfriend?" I asked, pointing to Sam.
"What?! NO! He's my brother" he shouted. I laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" he asked, confused as to why I was laughing.
"You know Dean, I knew for 3 weeks but I never got tired of telling people you and Sam were gay" I smiled.
"You knew me for 3 weeks? Have we met before, sweetheart? How the hell do you know my name?" he asked more confused.
I gave him the 'of course we have, try and remember' look. This time he just looked me in the eyes. When he realised, his eyes grew bigger.
"Oh my god! Liz!" he shouted. I nodded and he hugged me.
"I can't believe it! How long has it been?" he asked when he let go.
"10 years. Wow Dean, I can't believe it's you" I said. He smiled.
"We should tell Sammy" he said.
I walked over to Sam. He looked even bigger up close. How did he manage to grow so tall?
"Hey Sammy" I said. He looked at Dean.
"Dean, how many times do I have to tell you, if you're going hook me up with someone, one, don't tell her to call me Sammy and two, don't hook me up" he said, annoyed.
Dean smiled and I just laughed. I can't believe he thought Dean was hooking us up.
"Oh come on Sam what makes you think I'm interested in you?" I asked. He was about to say something but I cut him off.
"Did you not learn anything about me in those 3 weeks?" I asked. "You may be 2 years younger than me, but I don't want to be known as a cougar".
He looked at me and realised who it was.
"Liz? WOW!" he said and hugged me.
"Sam, man you got TALL!" we both laughed.
I sat down and the three of us talk for a while. We swapped stories, drank a few more drinks and talked about everything that has happened to us so far. Even though I knew most of it, they still told me. Finally the bartender told us that they were closing up. I realised it was pretty late. So we left the bar, but when we got to the parking lot, Dean stopped and looked at my car and whistled.
"Finally, you upgraded to something more classic. In stead of that piece of crap sedan" He said.
I used to have a normal silver sedan, but now I have a 1968 Chevy Camaro RS. Red with black racing stripes.
"Thanks" I smiled.
We drove back to the motel I was staying at, were they also got a room for the night.
We walked to our rooms which a few doors down from each other. I said good night to the boys and got ready for bed. I pulled out my tank top and sleeping shorts, got changed and got into bed. I was almost asleep when there was a knock on the door. I took my shotgun next to the bed and held it behind the door as I opened it. It was only Dean. 'So HOT! Oh shut up Liz!' I thought.
"Hey. Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yeah sure" I replied. I put the shotgun back next to the bed.
"You weren't sleeping, were you?" he asked, sitting down on the bed.
"No I wasn't. So what did you want?" I asked as I sat down next to him.
He just looked at me as if he wanted to say something serious. Dean serious? There's just no way he would say something serious to me.
"I actually have to tell you something" he said.
"Okay so tell me" I said, crossing my legs on the bed.
He just stared at me and got up.
"You know what? It's nothing" he said and opened the door. "I'll see you in the morning". He shut the door behind him, before I could even say anything. I just got back into bed and fell asleep.
I felt like hitting myself after what just happened. I couldn't even tell her how I felt, feel about her. The truth is I turn into melted butter when I'm around her. 'Yum melted butter. That would taste great with pancakes. God Dean! Stop thinking about food!' I'm like putty in her hands. I unlocked my room and when I got inside, Sam was asleep. I mean "dead to the world" asleep. I changed and got into bed. 'Just sleep it off" I thought. 'Why did I have to like her in the past? I still do. Maybe if she wasn't so god damn sexy! Shut up, Dean!' But the worst thing was I didn't even recognize her. Until I looked in her eyes. I know those eyes anywhere. I just decided to go to sleep.