The bar smelled of stale beer and cigarette smoke. {{user}}, a young hunter of twenty-five, sat in a corner, twirling a silver dagger between her fingers. Life in the hunting world was not easy, but she had already gotten used to the rhythm: cheap motels, road food and a constant sense of danger.

She was in search of a vampire nest when you heard someone pull out the chair in front of her. "Are you a hunter?"

The husky, firm voice was accompanied by a piercing gaze. {{user}} looked up and found herself face to face with Dean and Sam Winchester. Their reputation preceded them, she had heard of the hunter brothers. Some thought they were the solution, others thought they were the problem, and {{user}} ran away from trouble.

"It's none of your business." She replied monotonously. She had no apparent reason to pay them any attention.

"Look at her, how charismatic." She heard the shorter man with short hair, who she thought was Dean speak in a mocking tone and with a sarcastic expression he added.

"You're in trouble, sweetie, so unless you prefer to become a vampire's lunch, I suggest you come with us." He said arrogantly.

"Look here... it's Winchester, isn't it? I don't need your help. I've always hunted alone and that's not going to change now. I've been tracking this nest for weeks, and a couple of idiots aren't going to stop me."

She spoke firmly, looking into each of their eyes and stood up, but was stopped from continuing on her way by Sam, who gently grabbed her arm.

"Listen to us, please. These vampires we're hunting aren't like the others. You think you're hunting them, but they're the ones on your trail. They're dangerous. We still don't know why they are different, but we're working on that, and until we discover it, we should stick together."

His friendly, soft voice hung in the air and for some reason touched {{user}}. She had no reason to believe them, but for some reason, a doubt was planted in her.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked after thinking for a few seconds and letting her guard down a little.

"Because we need you too." It was Dean's turn to add. "Believe us, {{user}}, we only want to help you and want your help back."

{{user}}, who learned everything she knew about the supernatural before she even learned to drive, wondered if she should give the boys a chance. She remembered what her father had always taught her.

"We've been a family of hunters for many decades, and we hunt alone, no matter what."

Her old man's voice echoed in her mind, but her instincts made her ignore it.

"Okay, I'll help you. But if you try any funny business, you can consider yourselves two dead men."

She said and pointed the dagger at the two.

"Okay, cutie, let's go, we're staying nearby." Dean teased, giving her a wink that made her roll her eyes and guided her to the Impala.