First Hunt: Day 1

----1 week later----

Coming out from the shower, wringing out her wet (h/c) locks over the soft bath mat beneath her, (y/n) stares at her exposed form in the mirror. To anyone she meets, she looked human. (e/c) eyes above a pair of soft lips, (s/c) skin and a kind smile, she was normal. Beneath it all though, laid a beautiful plume of orange iridescent feathers and skin like lava. As much as (y/n) wanted to believe that the human in the reflection was her, she knew that it was just a disguise. A mask to cover the fact that she was still a monster beneath it all.

"Jeez, talk to a therapist, why don't you..." She quietly mumbles to herself, quickly shutting down her moment of self-loathing to focus on more important matters. Dressing herself in more borrowed clothes, a baggy flannel barely able to hang onto her small form, she dries her hair and heads out of the motel bathroom. Dean greets her tiredly, green eyes wandering her form with a raised eyebrow

"What?" She asks. Dean chuckles lightly, sipping on his glass of alcohol as he motions to the clothes she was wearing

"We really need to get you your own clothes, princess, those are way to big for you"

"Yeah?" She scoffs through a playful smile ,"Well, next time we can go out without being chomped on, you can go on a shopping trip with me. Girl bonding time, you know?"

"Ha ha, very funny" Dean mocks sarcastically. Sitting across from Dean at the table, (y/n) leans back into the uncomfortable motel chair.

"Why'd you guys want me to come out here anyways?" She suddenly asks him, leaning back into her chair. Dean shrugs his shoulders

"Figured you'd want to get out of that cabin, be away from the old grump for a little bit"

"It's 'cause you guys missed me, isn't it?" She suggests playfully, getting an eye roll back

"Oh, can it, Tweety-"

"Come on, you can say it!" She teases him, getting him to smile slightly at her when she points her thumbs at herself ,"-I know you like having this bird around, you don't have to hide it"

"Stop or else I won't let you come on anymore hunts" He warns, but she can tell that he doesn't mean it. The pair's eyes suddenly snap to some movement outside. Through the sheer yellow curtains, (y/n) finds herself smiling at the sight of Sam jogging past the room. Dean, however, only rolls his eyes in annoyance. The door to the room swings open, Sam walking in while he takes in labored breaths of air.

"Somebody better be chasing you." Dean never looks up from his computer, his brother finding his annoyed state amusing

"It's good for you" He pants out, rolling his shoulders as he stretches lightly. Dean puts down his drink and motions towards his brothers sweaty state

"No. No, it's not good for you. Look at you, y-you're a mess, and you stink!" Dean insists, causing (y/n) to chuckle lightly. The girl finds herself gazing upon Sam, smiling upon seeing how good he seems, how normal. After his little 'me-time' hunt, he seemed to come back a lot happier than before, more comfortable with himself. She was proud of him. Dean interrupts her thoughts, clicking onto an article he had found while scrolling through the laptop set up on the table

"Well, while you were out being Lance Armstrong-"

"That would be biking" Sam corrects, only to be ignored

"-I was working. You guys ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?"

The pair shake their heads in response. Dean continues to explains the article he was reading, raising an eyebrow at the strangeness leaving his lips

"Two of their fine citizens died over the past two weeks. One chick roasted underneath one of those beehive hair dryers at the salon and the other guy....boiled in a hot tub!"

"Sounds weird" (y/n) comments, Sam nodding in response

"Yeah, our kind of weird"

"Are we checking it out?" Sam asks. Dean nods quietly, moving to focus his attention on his drink. Sam begins to leave the room before he's turning back around, his eyes giving away his suspicions

"One more thing-" He points over to Dean who looks up at him in slight annoyance ,"-what's going on with you?"

"We have had this conversation, Sam-" Dean chuckles bitterly but it interrupted.

"No, we haven't. See, to do that, you'd have to...speak"

(y/n) watches awkwardly between the pair as they continue their argument, feeling the growing tension in the air as Dean leans back in his chair in frustration.

"Okay, let's see if you can get this straight-" Dean clears his throat for dramatic effect before motiong towards his brother ,"-see, you're new Sam, right, Lance Armstrong?-"

"Biking-"

"-And I'm still me, okay? So, you might see things different now, call it a runner's high or some crap, but that doesn't mean that something's going on with me, okay?"

"Yeah, okay" Sam drops the argument surprisingly well, deciding it would be best to just leave his brother alone instead of pester him like he usually would. This, however, only seems to tick Dean off even more

"No, don't say, 'yeah, okay', like, 'yeah, okay'." Dean mocks Sam as he watches him leave the room to go shower

"Yeah, okay" Sam playfully replies as he walks away, shutting the bathroom door behind him to signal that he's done with the conversation. (y/n) notes the way Dean seems to relax his shoulders once Sam is gone, body less tense than it was when he was defending himself. She also recalls the way he so passionately described himself as being fine in the way a person who was absolutely not okay would. Turning in her seat, watching the sun bathed world outside, she decides to mirror Sam and just drop it. If he didn't want to talk, then he didn't have to talk. At least, not to her he didn't.