#a softer superntural

[supernatural-freek]

Gone Too Soon

Synopsis: The Winchester boys are on a hunt when they find another hunter. A woman who claims she's retired. But she might just be the one to save them both.

NOTE: NOT a sister!winchester fanfic for once. Who woulda guessed? also, it's way shorter than I intended but I couldn't bring myself to write the whole thing, so I just ut out a huge chunk.

MASTERLIST

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"So this chick moves to town three months ago, and then suddenly locals are being ripped apart?" Dean handed Sam the fake FBI badge as they looked up at the deceptively normal-looking house from the Impala. "Sounds pretty monsterish to me."

"I'm still not sure about this," Sam said, shaking his head. "The town she moved away from never had any strange killings except for her brother."

"Exactly. She kills her bro then moves here to upscale." Dean swung open his door. "C'mon."

He waited for Sam to clamber out the car before starting up the path to the front door. It was a reasonably small house, the decorations bland and unimpressive. Their monster had gone to great lengths to seem pretty damn normal. But Dean knew better. He knew what he had to do.

He knocked on the door, glancing at Sam grimly as he heard light footsteps. The door opened to show you glaring back at them with exhasperted brown eyes. "Y/N Caster?"

"That's me," you said grumpily, and Dean puffed his cheeks out as he adjusted to the attitude you had.

He held up his badge. "FBI. I'm Agent Clancy, this is my partner Agent Holland, we'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Uh-huh."

Sam frowned. "What?"

You looked them both up and down, raising an eyebrow. "You ain't FBI." You rolled your eyes at their sputtering and sighed. "Look, first off, megabot's hair is way past protocol length. He'd have his badge suspended for that. And that iconic car on the street? They'd never let you drive that, not in seven hells. Not even if you paid them. so, I'm gonna guess you two are hunters, and the only two hunters I know of that drive a black, hardtop, four door, '67 Chevy Impala are the Winchester boys. How may I help you?"

Sam cleared his throat, looking confused. "Did you call me megabot?"

You shrugged. "You're tall enough." Dean was still staring with wide green eyes and you shook her head, turning away and opening the door a little wider. To Sam you said, "You wanna slap that stupid look off your brother's face and come in? I hear you have questions for me."

Sam nodded slowly as you walked away, still trying to process what had just happened. He nudged Dean. "I told you."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled, pushing past him.

Sam smirked and followed him.

They found you in the kitchen, grabbing three beers out of the fridge. You motioned for them to sit at the table, and they did almost immediately. Dean eyed your figure as you flicked the caps off the drinks, and Sam hit his arm. "Dude."

"What?" Dean hissed back. "She's hot."

"Dean Winchester, you keep your eyes on my face or you won't have eyes at all." Your voice was cool and unbothered, and Dean swallowed and looked down at the table. "Better."

Sam fought back his laugh of amazement as you set down their beers in front of them, sitting down with your own in hand. "So are you here on hunting business?" He asked.

You gave him a pointed look, then glanced at the house around you. "Yeah, i bought the house because I plan to leave soon." Sam slumped slighty at your scathing tone and you let out a one breath, softening your voice. "No," you said. "I'm not here for hunting. I moved here to settle down, to get out. I heard about the attacks and called Bobby, who I assume was the one who sent you two here."

"You know Bobby?" Dean blurted.

You nodded, taking a long drink of your beer. "Sure do."

"Right, except Bobby never said what it was," Sam said.

"My best guess was werewolf, except the heart were never stolen. Perhaps ghost?" You shrugged and took another drink. "I dunno."

"You haven't checked it out?" Dean asked, bewildered. Your hand tightened its grip on the beer bottle. Sam noted the movement and gave Dean a look. Dean ignored him. "You're just letting this thing kill people?"

Your eyes darkened. "I don't like it any more than you do, you daft idiot," you spat, and Dean's disbelief faltered at the old pain on your face. "I hate sitting around, going to work as if nothing superntural is happening. But I am done with hunting. Why do you think you guys are even here."

"Why would you quit?"

"Oh," Sam said quietly, suddenly understanding. "Oh."

You didn't meet his eyes. "What?" Dean demanded.

Sam looked at his older brother and shook his head. "Her brother, man. She moved here after her brother died."

Dean's mouth moved and no sound came out, his green eyes softer than they had been a minute ago. "Oh."

"Yeah," you said bitterly. "Oh."

It was silent and tense and awkward for a few moments before Dean cleared his throat. "How did it happen?" He asked timidly, half-expecting you to lash out. "Y/N?"

You sucked in a sharp breath and looked out the window, as if you were looking for someone the boys coudn't see. "He always wanted to quit," you told them. "He hated hunting, hated that he could never form a meaningful relationship with anyone cause we'd be gone before anything could happen. He was tired f not saving people. He wanted to go to school. He said he'd become a teacher, and he'd work with little kids." You laughed dryly. "I called him crazy, but I knew his heart wasn't in it anymore. So I told him that we'd settle down after one more hunt, just one. I said he could pick where and we'd live like normal siblings. He could get a girlfriend and a degree. He was so excited.

Out last case was a shifter. It should've been easy, but we seperated. Too late, I realised there were too of them and I heard him scream just as i killed the first one. By the time I got there, it was too late and I couldn't save him."

You fell quiet after that, your eyes vacant and far away. "And the second shifter?" Dean prodded gently.

"I hunted that bitch down and I took my time in killing it." You glanced back at the boys, and there was something twisted in your eyes. "I made it suffer first."

"We're sorry," Sam said softly, giving you a half-smile. You didn't return the sentiment, just drained the beer bottle and wiped your mouth.

"Anyway," you said. "That's why you guys are here. Kill the thing and then get out of town."

Dean nodded, looking more subdued now. You sighed and stood up, collecting the empty beer bottles and shuffling back to the kitchen to dispose of them. This time Dean didn't bother to attempt to ogle your long legs or your figure. He just kept his eyes down as he late your story over and over.

"Thanks for the drink," Sam said, pulling Den up out of the seat. "We'll see you around."

"Don't count on it," you said as you closed the door behind them You thought that the house was too quiet after they left.

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Sam and Dean found out that it was not a ghost, or a werewolf, or a shifter or a vamp. In fact, they had no idea what it was, only that it was fast, strong and its claws hurt like hell.

They had no chance at getting back to the Impala, and none of the weapons they had would even scratch the damn thing.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted as the monster lunged at his little brother, sharp claws aimed straight at the younger Winchester's heart. "Sammy, look out!"

There was a blur of colour before the creature howled, backing off instantly. Sam scrambled away, and Dean stood in front of him protectively as their saviour rse to their feet.

You grinned at them through bloodied teeth. "Hey there boys."

Dean stared at you with wide eyes, seeing the blood drip down your torso. Your jacket was ripped, as was your shirt, and both were stained a horrifyingly familiar shade of red.

That would have been Sam if you hadn't gotten here.

The creature leapt for you again but you stabbed what looked like a branch of some kind into its face and it howled, staggering way before collapsing in a heap. You threw your lighter at it and watched it go up in flames.

"Y/N, you okay?" Dean called, darting over to you now the imminent threat was gone. You swayed on your feet, more nd more blood gushing down your front from three deep puncture wounds. One of them was over your heart and Dean knew, deep down, that you wouldn't survive this. "Jesus, Y/N, you moron."

He caught you as you started to fall, and you tried to laugh at the worry on his face. You ended u choking on your own hot blood. "Tell Bobby that I'm sorry for blaming him. He didn't know there were two shifters."

"Hey, you're gonna tell him yourself." Dean shucked off his outer shirt and pressed it on the wounds. It was futile, but he wouldn't quit. Not after you saved him and his younger brother. "Look, we're gonna patch you up. You'll be fine."

"I know," you rasped, looking up at him nd seeing different eyes, familiar eyes. "I'm going to see my baby brother again."

And oh, Dean could fee his heart break for you, break for the desperate hope and love in your voice as your breathing grew laboured and your body trembled in his arms. "Okay," he whispered, barely managing to smile.

You smiled and reached for his face, cupping his cheek before your hand fell away and your head lolled back nd he was holding a dead body.

Dean let out a shaky breath as Sam aid a hand on his shoulder.

"She gets to go home," Sam said quietly.

Dean didn't say anything.

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