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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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All the sudden more had shown up after, it was clear they were close to the nest. The vamps had rushed them knocking Dean away from Chelcie, making it imposable for him to even help her. The vampire began to try and get Dean from the neck, trying to get a bit from him. What was it with vampires lately trying to get a bite from Dean. It seemed like lately he had not had the best of luck with vampires at all. The only good luck he had with them was when he met Benny, someone that he knows will always have his back, someone that he knows he can trust. Who would have though that Dean would ever trust a vampire, make friends with one and trust.

Dean threw that vampire that had grip of his neck, taking him to the ground. “Thought you had me huh you blood sucker! Well guess what you though wrong bitch.” Dean said yelling to the vampire. He then took his big long blade chopping his head off while he laid there, taking care of it once and for all. “Well I guess you wont be walking anytime soon while ya.” Dean then felt himself again, getting pulled back by his coat. It was yet another vamp thinking he could take him down, this vampire obviously didn’t know who he was fucking with. Dean was about to make this vampire long life a short one. He took the knife stabbing it into the vamp, then quickly taking off his head as well. ‘I love taking off the heads like that!” He said with a big smile.

He then could hear Chelcie screaming for Dean, he looked over to find a vampire trying to take a bite from her. “Hold on I’m coming!” He said calling to her hurrying as fast has he could over to her. Dean wasn’t having this he wasn’t going to lose one of his new friends, who was also a soon to be partner of Dean, someone he could see himself working a job or two with. He swung the blade taking off the vampire head, sending it flaying across the cemetery. He then put out his hand to help her off the ground. “Are you ok?” he asked her. “for a moment there I was sacred I lost you, I guess he will have to find his meal somewhere else huh.

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[~Chelcie Brooke Ryans]

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All the while as she struggled against the female bitch on top of her, Chelcie heard the commotion which could only be more vampires rushing into the fray. Without having a chance to see what Dean Winchester was like in action, but only hearing about the man she felt certain he could handle himself, it was for her own well-being that she didn’t need more vampires, because quite obviously she wasn’t even able to take on a lone vampire by herself. She now knew that it had been stupid of her to come here alone, like really what was she thinking, maybe it had been because she had been on the road for far too long, travelling from San Francisco to Richmond Virginia, her hunting skills have become lax.

She tried everything she had learnt about fighting vampires, breaking up a drunken brawl, or just any stupid hormonal human activity was easy. Vampires were a whole different story, she wasn’t normally one to panic but against this evil creature she was unable to do little else but squirm, as the vampire knelt over her. In any other scenario she would have tried throwing her assailant off, anyway possible followed then by a kip up. But with the way how the vampire was kneeling on her, she wasn’t able to bring her knees to up, she wasn’t even able to move either shoulder from being held down, the only thing that Chelcie was able to do was move her side to either side.

Right as she could feel the fangs tearing the soft flesh of her neck, was when she couldn’t hold back, letting out quite the girlish scream that somebody like Chelcie would never dream of doing. She hated herself for doing this, because this just made her seem weak and, like a damsel, that wasn’t her, she was the furthest thing from a damsel in distress, though the irony of the situation was laughable because that was exactly what she was. Then the creature when limp atop her, seeing Dean take her head off, Chelcie had to admit though that he had some arm on him, it was a clean swipe she wasn’t even nearly that strong.

“Thanks, yeah I’m alright.” She said pushing herself to two feet not taking his hand, this wasn’t a rude or ungrateful gesture and she hoped he didn’t think as such, this was just who she was and she found it terribly difficult even asking for help, maybe this was just because she was proud though. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer if we kept this damsel secret just between us. Can’t let that get out about me huh?” Chelcie said waving of the fact that, without having Dean with her tonight she would have been in a world of trouble, though not wanting to admit it.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean could tell by the look on Chelice’s face she was a bit taken and in shock for how he smoked that bitch, even though he knew she wasn’t going to admit it. She wasn’t going to admit that she was still a sacred girl even though she was a hunter, she acted why to cool for that. It was easy for Dean to take the head off of the vamp, cutting it off like he was slicing into butter. The head laid there on the ground, bloody and all opened up. It was a sure thing that vampire wasn’t coming back anytime soon, another job well done for Dean.

Dean had his hand out taking her up to her feet, hoping she was ok. She said she was but than again that can mean a lot of things. “You sure you are ok, I mean is this your first time taking on vampers?” He asked curiously wondering from the look she had. “I mean you just seemed a bit taken when I took that bitches head off, but then again anyone would freak out having a head cut off in front of them.” He said with a big smile. Dean loved killing vampire, there was a certain rush that he got from it. But that was because of how much he hated vampires. Well all except for Benny he was about the only one he trusted or liked for that matter, but then again Benny hated them about as much as Dean did.

He smile when she said to keep the saving thing between them, she was so much like Dean. He wasn’t one that wanted everyone to know when he had been saved from someone, even though Sam has no problem bagging it to everyone and make fun of them. He is always really good at that with him. Dean really was starting to feel like a teacher with this girl, molding her to be just like him. Just call this the Dean school for hunters. “Don’t worry I wont tell anyone about this, as a matter of fact I don’t know what you are talking about.” Dean said with a big smile. “So should we be on our way then, I thing this place in good on vampires now. So where to I can always take you home in my car, Or do you have one and what kind?” he asked her.

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[~Chelcie Brooke Ryans]

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It wasn’t that she was so much as scared when Dean decapitated the vampire; but Chelcie was definitely shocked at the amount of strength the man could muster. She was still new to the hunting business but she has dwelt with a few vampires before; like one and in that experience she hadn’t been able to do what Dean had done in one swipe; it had taken her a few swipes, though perhaps she just needed to train more. She could picture the image of Dean training now; not a bad image and kind of sexy in the way that only Dean could make it, as he did wood chops; a chest and shoulders exercise imagining with each rep, severing a vampires head with his machete.

“Dude seriously I’m sweet what do you take me for; some green hunter.” As sweet as it was for him to make certain she was alright, Chelcie had to roll her eyes as Dean helped her up “don’t answer that.” she quickly said not allowing him time to speak; because she was a green hunter, by messing up this proved she was still quite green when it came to hunting; somebody like a Winchester brother wouldn’t have, or even any hunter that wasn’t named Chelcie Ryans; you royally screwed up. “Oh yeah sure I totally have taken on heaps of vampires, let’s see there was just one in uhm. My home town San Francisco.” She said drawing out when she said totally; who ever said lying wasn’t useful because it was; it certainly wouldn’t make Dean want to babysit her like he would if he knew the truth. That I only have ever fought the one vampire, Chelcie reminded herself sheepishly. “And if you must know I wasn’t freaked as you say I was; was just shocked at how it took you a few swipes when I needed a dozen.” Chelcie said a little too quickly for somebody who was supposed to be a badass hunter, “Don’t you dare say that it’s because I’m a girl.” Then with a changed tone she threatened him to not even think it.

Relaxing with her secret safe with Dean, who she was quickly beginning to like as she began to realise all those rumours about Dean being the cool brother; were totally true. Now if his younger brother was the exact same, they all would be laughing it would be Dean, Sam and Chelcie—their other brother from another mother. Naturally she didn’t think herself as that much of a girl—at least she was rarely seeing in a dress, she had always thought of herself like one of the guys. “Cool beans, now if your lil’ bro is a cool as you are we’ll all be laughing.”

A disgusted look at the thought of driving around in a car morphed on her features, she hoped this wasn’t true but feared the worse. Chelcie despite popular beliefs has had a four wheeled vehicle before; she didn’t like it but she has had one she just more preferred the thrill of a motorcycle—of having two wheels instead of four; and going fast. “Nah dude I prefer having two wheels under me. Let’s just say that I.” She began to tell Dean that she preferred riding bikes, before cutting off short with having then a thought popped into her blonde haired head. Retrieving her aviator sunglasses from her back, and placing them on she finished what she had been about to say. “I feel the need the need for speed.” She finished grinning at with herself obviously proud with that.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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It was good to know that she had taken on vampire before, it was something that she was going to have to be ever skilled in when it came to taken them on. Dean still remember it like it was just yesterday, all the training he had to go through with his dad. Learning about vampires was one of the most important things that he had to learn. Which wasn't easy training, but then again having John Winchester for a dad didn't make it easy. He was a pretty hard teacher when it came to training about things. But then again Dean is happy for how much he pushed him, other wise he may not be the hunter that he was today. "Well I'm happy to hear that you have taken on one before, fighting vampires is something that you want to be skilled in." He told her.

He wasn't going to say much and he didn't think it was because she was a girl. Dean has that effect when it came to shocking people, he just though that he had done the same with her. "I wasn't going to say anything about you being a girl relax, and don't worry there was a lot of them and vampires aren't easy so I think you handle yourself really well." He told her. "I can't tell you how many times my Brother and me have been over walled by vampires. More then once I will tell you that, but lets just keep that between you and me." he told her with a wink

He knew that Sam and her would be getting along rather well and would make a good team, he wasn't so sure about that laughing part though. Sam wasn't much for humor and didn't make to many joke, sadley that was more Dean's thing which he was OK with. But it still didn't change the fact that Sam was going to make a good friends with her. He would love knowing there was another hunter that they could trust, plus on top of that she was a girl which was pretty bad ass in Dean's book.

Dean couldn't help but give her a smile, it was pretty bad ass that she rode bikes. Dean didn't know to many girls that could handle one. "Well I think that is kick ass man, so what kind of a bike you ride then I would love to see it sometime." He told her. "But I know just what you mean, I have that need myself." .

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[~Chelcie Brooke Ryans]

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“Nobody told me ladies man Dean Winchester was a gentleman.” She said feigning shock, Chelcie was grateful that Dean was playing his heroism down; and she was even more grateful when he had said that he and Sam have been smashed by vampires. She still thought that he was only saying this for her benefit; but was grateful that he didn’t try and rub it in—like a certain someone she knew, there were a few people at the university who was like that, and they were usually men who were too full of themselves for their own good. Seeing them around campus Chelcie had to wonder if they were gay; and just majorly compensating for that, they were the type who did any little stupid thing to try and impress the ladies, Chelcie honestly felt bad for them, and kind of ashamed for her own gender that they fell for it. “But yes it’s a good thing you’re smart. Otherwise I would have to kill you for that whole damsel thing.” Chelcie said seemingly completely serious with a stone face, hopefully Dean would know she was joking.

She had to wonder what the younger brother was like, whether he was as much fun as big brother Dean. Usually and from her experience the younger brother was the wild—fun brother, while the older sibling was more mature and protective; and well smarter. She also wondered if Sam was still big into studying; she herself has tried and even now she’s going to university down here, not that she’s any good at it, barely getting by with her subjects but they give points for effort don’t they. Back when she was in school her favorite subject had always been lunch time; that and gym class.

“It’s a Ducati; small in size but packs a punch—Like me.” Chelcie was able to talk about bikes all day, without realising that she was probably boring people, and to a lesser extent she was also able to do this with cars; though she needed help when it came to talking about four wheels. “What about you; what do you have?”

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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He smiled at her commit Dean really was a ladies man and knew how to show a girl a gentleman. He had gotten a lot better at it though since Lisa, she really had brought out the softer side to dean. There was just something about her that made Dean different, want to be a better guy. She really had turned his world upset down, he has never loved anyone the way that he does her. She really was what completed Dean. “Well thanks for not killing me, I don’t know if Lisa would like that very much me not coming home. She is the reason I have this whole sensitive side to me, she really has rubbed off on me.” he told her.

“Man that is a sweet ride, I bet that thing really can burn rubber when puched to.“ he said while admiring her ride. He liked the bike she was driving it really was a sweet ride, Dean never really been much for bikes even though he could ride one quite well. He was more a wanting to cruse and look cool kind of a guy, which was why he loved his baby so much. Plus it was the car that belonged to his dad, that was another reason the car meant so much to Dean. He could never part with his car and he never will, he will just do what his dad taught him when she breaks down. Fix her up again and again.

She then wanted to know what he had, which he was hoping she would ask for. Dean loved showing his ride off when he could. “Come on over and I will show you.” The then walked over to his baby hoping she would follow him. ‘What you think of my baby? A 1967 Chevy Impala, she belonged to my dad. When he died I took care of it, its been mine ever since.” He told her while admiring his car.

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Chelcie quite obviously wasn’t high maintenance, she could quite literally go for a whole week; maybe longer if she felt the need without having a shower. Getting ready each morning took her five minutes tops, and if she happened to be going out then it was ten minutes tops, she didn’t care if she had perfect makeup; or even if her hair was a mess and Chelcie could never be found in a dress and heels, she was more comfortable wearing jeans and a tee-shirt; or some form of tights with boots. Chelcie wondered if this was why she got along with Dean so well, because he didn’t care if he was a gentleman toward her—she would rather he wasn’t, because she wasn’t the type of girl who liked the gentleman type. Chelcie was one of the boys, and out of anyone she was more than capable of having that title, she could hold her liquor; even putting some other guys to shame, and she also didn’t shy away from crude humor and Chelcie definitely wasn’t the sensitive type; this probably explained what she said next. “Aww isn’t that just too sweet, careful Deano you do realize that every time you say something like that—you’re that much closer to turning into a woman.” She teased; brutally and without remorse, not just because she was talking to the Dean Winchester, but it was normal for Chelcie to call some guy out if they started being too sweet.

“Of course it can, I don’t even think I even know how to go slow even if I wanted.” Chelcie said—Bragging in answer to Dean saying how awesome it was, she prided herself on speed and pushing the speed limit whenever she could, she didn’t even care all that much getting caught by the cops. Speed was a way of life, it was her way of life—her throne; the saddle, and every time she sat in that saddle it was a show of respect between her and the wild horse, only bringing the bike to its limits was the only way to show it respect. “Wanna race me sometime?” Chelcie asked Dean; a sort of mock playfulness to her smile, it was mocking because she did every so hate those playful flirty smiles.

As the two made their way over to his car, Chelcie already knew what it was before he had even said. She didn’t just know her bikes, but cars too she just didn’t prefer driving them. She mentally ticked the model off as Dean said that it was a 1967 Chevy Impala, “327, 4-barrel, V-8 engine, automatic. 4-dr. Hardtop—impressive,” Chelcie said as she added onto what Dean had said.

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She was right Dean needed to cool it he was starting to sound like a girl, but he was just trying to be nice after all show Chelcie that he cared for her. But Dean did need to cool it he has shown enough of that, after all she wasn't a girl she was a hunter that can Handel herself and Dean keeps forgetting that. "Yeah I need to watch it but like I said I blame it on hanging with my girl to much, she is really starting to rub off on me you know." He told her. "But I guess that's a good thing in away." He liked this side of Dean that he had become. Having the love of a good woman was what he had needed in his life to complete him, it just took all this time to see that.

Dean liked how she was talking about her bike speed was the way to go when it came to riding, he goes a lot faster in the Impala then he likes to admit or Sam likes him to anyway. But he can Handel it, there is something about going fast that gets him going. He finds it fun and loves doing it, but he figures he has to do something fun in this hunting world. Other wise he would go nuts if he didn't. "I know what you mean slow isn't in my vocabulary, I love going as fast as I can in my baby." Said Dean. "But yeah race sounds like it could be fun, but I'm going to warn you I will beat your ass." Dean didn't mess around when it came to racing, he had been into cars his whole life. He knew that if he wasn't a hunter he would be working with cars just like his dad.

He could tell that Chelcie was into his car which he though was pretty cool, there weren't many girls that were into cars. Well except for Jo she was into them with Dean, something about her that was always pretty cool. "Wow you know a lot about cars, more then you look like you would. I have to say pretty impressive, you just got like 10 more points with me." Dean said with a smile. "Well anytime you want to take a spin let me know and I will let you."


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“Well I guess you can hardly be blamed; what with that new blasted vampire craze and all.” Chelcie joked continuing to tease Dean, as well as now the entire male species and at this point she was beginning to feel superior. There were only two people around the cemetery tonight; a male and a female, and she was glad that at the current moment she wasn’t the female, she took pride knowing that she was as much a tomboy as you could be. Chelcie also wasn’t one to conform to Hollywood, and the picture that they had for her gender, well maybe if she wasn’t a hunter she would; but growing up with somebody like Harper for a father fixed that.

But at present time Chelcie was getting way too excited for her own good, with this talk about going fast and driving something all sleek and sexy, be it four or two wheels. The talk of engines and bikes or cars was getting her all hot and sweaty, not because Dean was an attractive guy—because he was quite clearly, Dean was more like her older brother and that was just sick to think of him that way, she had lost her younger brother. Maybe this was why Chelcie was beginning to think of Dean this way, he could very well be because just from this meeting alone Dean, was a male version of herself; just slightly older, and then she sniggered. “Tough talk big boy; but I’m afraid that would be a lie.” Chelcie said as her sniggering gradually died down, and being far too arrogant with thinking that if they were to race, that it would be a challenge you would win.

Then pride started to rear its head, just like most guys Chelcie too could at times often become too prideful. She was pleased that she was impressing one of the Winchesters, and she hoped the younger one she would find just as easy to impress—hopefully Sam likes real toys just as much as his brother. Chelcie thought, “And you haven’t even seen me drink yet. But thanks but I think I’ll stick to two wheels.” She said adding onto his statement.

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Dean smiled at her answer even though it was true, his car could really get the speed up there when temped to. But he wasn’t going to argue with the girl, he was going to let her think what she wanted. “Oh it’s a lie huh well one day you will have to show me how wrong I am.” Said Dean. “it’s a deal one day we will race and see for fun, you know when we aren’t busy killing and taking on the Supernatural. But we will see if that every happens, it seems like everyday I learn of something new out there. Something that I have to take on and kill.

Sam could be a fun guy but he wasn’t much for cars, not the classics anyway. No Sam was more a electronic and learning about history buff, toys are not his thing at all. He is also the more gentlemen type, where Dean has never been so good at that. But it was the opposes that the brothers had that made them so good to work with. They balanced each other out in away so it works and makes living with each other more easy. “No Sam isn’t really a car or bike kind of guy, not really the old stuff anyway. But I will tell you Sam is fun to be around. I think you really well like him.” He told her. “Which is why next time we get together you need to meet him.” He knew that Sam would think Chelcie was a pretty cool hunter, he knew they would hit it off and make great friends. Plus he would love getting to show a hunter the ropes a bit.

Dean knew that it was getting late he did need to get back to Sam soon, other wise he would worry about what happened to Dean. Or he would clime his ass out here which is something he don’t need to go and do. “Well drinking and hanging out sounds like something we need to do for sure, plus we can catch up on something maybe even work a case.” Said Dean. “I know that soon I do need to get going here, and I have to take care of something before get back. But give me your number so we can keep in touch.” Dean said while handing her the phone to put in the number.


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“Oh big boy; I never race just for fun. It’s a serious thing testing a gorgeous toy.” Chelcie told Dean when he told her that it would only be for fun; she had nearly let a few sniggers at that. She wasn’t a hunter Chelcie would probably still be in school; living in an actual house—maybe complete with a boyfriend, Chelcie would also have gotten into street racing and joined some underground scene, the cliché underground racing scene, where all the cars and bikes were souped up; and where all the chicks wore denim short shorts; having very little on. “If I have anything to say about it, this town won’t soon have anything in it that isn’t of the natural.” A big call on Chelcie’s part, but one she was more than happy nonetheless; her spiteful and venomous tone was enough to tell, that she wasn’t just some teenage chick who didn’t know what she was doing—though she was still quite inexperienced.

However she was very interested in meeting the younger brother; Sam, if she didn’t say so herself she was getting along with Dean nicely. He was a brother that she would be more than happy with, toys, alcohol and killing anything and everything that wasn’t natural of this realm was her calling. “Hmm, well I guess we’ll just need to convert him. With our powers combined.” Chelcie said determined, and she would probably get along with Sam anyway, she could get along with everyone; well at least Chelcie could tolerate everyone, there was always that one or two who were essentially lost puppy dogs. “Deal,” Chelcie started, “but just remember that I’m the alpha.” Another big call and an arrogant one at that, Chelcie was only joking however—partly.

Time certainly flies while you’re chatting to a Winchester, Chelcie was surprised at how late it actually was; surely all the vampires were long gone; at least of this night. She also had a class in a few short hours, so she did need to start heading back, Dean and Sam would probably be around town for a while, Chelcie assumed judging by a big a pest problem these two towns had. “Ah my two favorite things in one sentence, drinking and a case,” she said typing her number into the man’s phone, before handing Dean her own.

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Dean was for sure up for a party and him in chelcie would find away to get Sam to with them, Sam wont admit it but he is a partier sometimes when he wants to be. "Yeah he will have to deal with it and have some fun with us, lord knows he needs to have a few beers and a good time. Its something that Sam does not do enough." Said Dean. "And Deal I will try and remember that you are the alpha, but I can't lie its kind of hard seeing that I do become the life of the party." Dean couldn't help it, when it came to partying and having a good time he let loose. Life is to short not to have fun, Dean would know.

Dean knew that they weren't going to fine anymore vampires tonight, so he knew that they should just go ahead and head out. Plus Dean needed to get back to his brother Sam had to be wondering where the hell he was. Last thing he needed was his brother worried and calling Dean like there dad. Which Sadly has done before, but Dean knew he should be thankful. Not many people have a brother that they can count on like Dean does, someone that's always there no matter what, who would die for him. Even though Dean would kick his ass if he did. "Yeah I agree with you they are two of my favorite things as well. Its the only way I can really chill and let loose."

Dean then got his phone back from her after that they exchanged numbers, and got his keys out of his pocket. "All right we will be keeping in touch, but you be careful OK. If you need anything I'm only a phone call away, just remember that. Anything at all you just call me." Dean then got into his baby and was off, happy that he had made friends with a new hunter. It was always good to have more help, more people on your side. You never know when the world could go to sit.

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