Hunter - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Hunter
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Bloodlust"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 380
Point of view: second
Notes: I wrote this after seeing the episode only once.  It doesn’t chronologically follow the order from the episode, but they all still happen.

Lenore's pov
Sam's pov
Dean's pov

You realize your mistake the instant the knife touches his throat.

You’ve heard rumors of these boys, Winchester’s sons. You even met Winchester once—he frightened you. He was dangerous, a true predator—and the stories say his sons are quickly following in his footsteps.

But it’s been years since you spoke to Winchester and the memories have faded. You’ve forgotten most everything except the gruff tone of his voice and the glint of his dark brown eyes.

Neither of his sons, you notice, have his eyes.

You watched them in the bar and you recognized them for what they are: like calls to like, after all. And they are good, the best you’ve seen since their father. The younger, though… something about him makes you wary.

And the elder—oh, yes, like calls to like. He loves the hunt, loves to kill, and when he killed that vampire—his father flashed through your mind and a thrill of fear shot up your spine.

If you could get him away from Sammy, he’d become the best, you’ve no doubt of that. Because Sam—he sees all sorts of shades of gray, and hunters can’t afford that. And he’s showing them to Dean.

So you cut Sam’s arm and drop the blood on the bitch’s face, and looking at Dean, you see you’ve completely fucked up.

His face… it’s blanker than when he killed the vampire. But his eyes… are so cold you shiver. His hands are steady on the gun.

You tell him that if you’d wanted Sam dead he’d be on the floor already, and his eyes darken.

And Winchester, you realize, was nowhere near as terrifying as his son.

In that instant, you know he wants to kill you. Wants to tear out your throat, carve out your heart, paint the walls ruby with your blood.

But he tries talking you down, tells you to let the bitch go, that she doesn’t need to die. He mentions your sister, your baby sister, and you snarl the rest of the story.

And you’d have sworn his eyes couldn’t freeze anymore but they do.

Dean Winchester is the scariest fucking bastard you’ve ever known.

And you really grabbed the lion by the tail when you so much as breathed in Sammy’s direction.

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