Dangerous - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Dangerous
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 550
Point of view: third

She’s been around dangerous men since before she remembers. She knows the type, can see ‘em coming from a mile away. She knows how to deal with them, to defuse the situation before it becomes a situation.

Most men, looking at her—take her for granted. Think they can handle her, take her down. She’s never needed to prove herself, because they think it’s already done.

She held a gun on Dean Winchester the first time they ever met. She held a gun and punched his nose and thought she had his measure.

She’d been wrong before, but never this wrong.

-

Sam told Mom about the demon and the dreams and the powers he couldn’t control. She wasn’t supposed to hear, but she did.

She glanced over and saw Dean’s face, his bearing. Everything about him screamed danger, screamed killer.

Briefly, she wondered if he’d ever killed a human. But then Mom called her over and they talked about what Sam’s news could mean.

-

Most hunters she’d met held the motto If it’s supernatural, we kill it close to their hearts. They’d lost something to the otherworld, someone they loved. She understood that sentiment, because Daddy died on a hunt.

But Sam—she knew him. He was a nice guy. A good hunter. A normal guy who’d been raised to be one of the best.

And he wasn’t. He was something other, something a dark hand had created. After, she couldn’t quite look at him the same way.

When some hunters started talking, she couldn’t help but overhear. She crept close, listening to their conversation about the Winchester boys, about what Walker had learned, about what now had to be done.

She snuck back to her room and sat in the dark for hours, praying for sleep to come. It didn’t.

-

She’s been around dangerous men from since before she remembers. From the moment she met Dean Winchester and held a gun to his back, till the last time she saw him and told him his father had killed hers, she thought she had his measure.

A good man, good hunter—decent, honorable—dangerous.

Dangerous.

Dangerous doesn’t even begin to cover it.

-

Walker died first. He’d been trailing some fangs and vanished. A couple of hunters went looking for him, but he was never found.

Next went the trio following the Winchesters around. They checked in with their home-base and were never heard from again.

That’s when the whispers started. She listened to the talk and thought about calling Dean. But, if Sam—

If Sam really was other, then wasn’t he evil? Didn’t he have to be?

The hunter creed echoed through her head: If it’s supernatural, we kill it.

“We kill it,” she whispered. “Before it kills us.”

-

Those words haunt her now. Because she was wrong about Dean Winchester, so wrong—

Danger. Killer.

Dangerous.

She wants to ask why, to beg for mercy. Instead she screams in fury, “If it’s supernatural, we kill it!”

His eyes are calm, at peace, when he says, “It’s not that simple. There’re shades of gray, sweetheart.”

-

She’s been around dangerous men from since before she remembers. The roughest, toughest hunters pass through the Roadhouse and continue on their ways. She knows their kind.

She thought she knew danger. Now she knows she was wrong.

 

Comments

[amphetamine-47.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I liike this so much I can't articulate why. But it's utterly perfect. Great work!

[dodger21.livejournal.com]

I've wanted to like Jo since she became somewhat of a regular... but something aobut the acting bugs me. But I love this story, this perspective is so beautiful. I love it!!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!