First Impressions

You barely got the word hell out of your mouth before you were pushed against the wall. In the process you ended up dropping everything in your hands and before you knew it, you could feel something pressed against your neck. It felt cool and sharp so you could only guess that it was a knife that was uncomfortably pressing against your skin. You blinked the water away rapidly, now you could see who your attacker was your face.

Whoever he was had dirty blond hair that looked slightly spiked. His skin was slightly tan from seemingly working in the sun but what caught your attention the most was his hazel-green eyes. You both ensued in a staring contest, which wasn't hard on your part because his eyes were truly stunning. Even though you could only see his face, you could tell he was quite a bit taller than you. He wore a cold and stone like expression on his face as he looked at you.

"Who are you?" The unknown man demanded authoritatively.

Your first instinct was get away from him at any costs so, naturally, you kneed him where the sun don't shine, then you pushed him off of you and sent him falling to the floor.

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my house?" You demanded threateningly grabbing his apparently silver knife and turning the tables on him. You mentally thanked God for all the fighting lessons Bobby put you through.

"Dean? What-" a familiar male voice calls out as a tall figure enters the room, stopping when he saw the sight before him. When your eyes connected, you instantly recognized him.

"Sam?" You asked surprised, this was the first time you've seen the young Winchester since the fire.

"Y/n?" Sam asked with a smile growing on his face. Sam looks down at the man, whom you assume's name is Dean, and begins to laugh.

"Dean you idjit!" Bobby exclaimed as he came into the room behind Sam and saw what was going on.

"Can someone damn well please tell me what the hell going on? Who is she?" Dean groaned irritated while eyeing his knife still in my hand.

"This is my daughter, Y/n," Bobby responded proudly. By this point Sam had stopped laughing and was now looking at Bobby surprised. You couldn't help but smile when he referred to you as his daughter.

"Daughter?" Both of the boys said in unison.

"Basically daughter, Bobby here took me in after my mom died," you explained while trying not to seem too bothered mentioning your mom.

The nightmare you had last night still had you pretty shaken up. Back when you were still a kid and you had a nightmare, Bobby would usually come in and hold you until you fell back asleep. On the especially bad nights he would stay up with you and you'd both enjoy nice warm cups of hot chocolate.

You lowered the knife down by now and offered Dean your hand to help him up. Dean looked at your hand with a frown and got up by himself so you put your hand down. You guessed he was probably still pissed you kneed him, well, down there. He held out his hand toward you expectantly and you were confused until he pointedly looked down at his knife. You made an "o" with your mouth and handed it back to him.

"Y/n, this is Sam and Dean Winchester," Bobby said introducing you.

"Oh I already know Sam, we were friends at Stanford," you said with a smile. "But it's nice to meet you, Dean, I just wish it were under better circumstances," You added.

"Yeah you and me both" Dean grumbled shifting from foot to foot obviously still in pain from earlier.

"Sorry about that.." you said feeling bad you cause him pain but then you remember how he put a fucking knife to your throat and quickly got over it. "But why would you put a shitting knife to my throat? And what the hell was with the water?" You asked confused, Dean began rubbing his neck with slight blush on his face to show his embarrassment.

"Yeah well I thought you might've been a-" Dean started to say before Bobby coughed loudly, "-long lost relative, it's kinda a Winchester tradition," He finished with an innocent smile on his face. He suspiciously reminded you of a child who thought he'd gotten away with sneaking a piece of candy.

"You've gotta be fucking with me," you replied Incredulously. You looked at Sam who looked like he was trying not to laugh. Then you looked at Bobby who shrugged as if that wasn't the biggest pile of bullshit ever.

"Not today, sweetheart," Dean said drawing your attention back to him. "You know what I mean?" Bobby then gave him a dirty look. Dean just had a stupid smirk on his face, looking all too proud of himself, and you rolled your eyes.

"Well me and the boys have to go talk business, you know what to do," Bobby said before you could make a comeback that would probably crush that man's overinflated ego. You've known Bobby long enough to know when he's lying, which was exactly what he's been doing, but you also knew that he wouldn't lie to you unless he had to so you didn't question it, yet.

"Whatever you say, Bobster," you replied with a tone that makes it clear you didn't believe them.

"Bobster?" Dean said looking at Bobby incredulously to which Bobby shrugged and you couldn't help but smile.

"I got beer if anyone wants it," you said then laughed when you saw the way Dean's face lit up a bit. You grabbed the milk, beer, and chocolate off of the ground while feeling a pair of eyes follow you. When you turned to face the boys with the stuff in hand you noticed none of them were currently looking at you. That's odd, you thought to yourself and headed into the kitchen to put them away. Each boy ended up grabbing a beer and you decided it wouldn't hurt so you got one as well.

"Actually, I'd like to catch up with Y/n, you and Dean go on without me," Sam said as Bobby and Dean started walking toward the library. Dean gave Sam a weird look before going inside the library, closing the door behind him.

Dean's POV

You couldn't help but give Sammy a weird look. I mean sure Y/n was hot and you'd like to "catch up" with her too but you both have a job to be working on. And with this one, time definitely wasn't on your guys' side.

"She doesn't know about monsters and she's not going to, understand boy?" Bobby says seriously a few seconds after the door closes behind you. Ah so you weren't going to talk business, great, you thought to yourself.

"Yes sir," you said mockingly. "But how does your daughter not know? And why haven't you ever mentioned her before?" You asked curiously.

"Because I'm trying to protect her, ya idjit, she's been through enough already she doesn't need to be brought into the hunters life," Bobby told you with a sigh. You looked down knowing all too well once you get into this life, you can't get out.

"Alright," you said sincerely. "I won't tell her, but she's going to find out sooner or later, and besides with my spectacular first impression she's going to start asking questions." You said with an amused smile.

"Yeah," Bobby said with a sigh, "that's what I'm afraid of."

A/N: And now a moment of silence....for my non-existent social life. Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones but hey Sammy and Deany are here! Woah guys, I gotta tell you, I have a newfound respect for you writers out there. This researching is no joke, not to mention having to decide which son of a bitch has the pleasure of being hunted by my boys♥️♥️