Not A 17-Year-Old Girl

I don't own Supernatural nor Twilight but I wish I owned me some Winchesters!

B.P.O.V.

It was another day, which meant another town. But that's just how it was for me. Nothing new, nothing exciting, I thought to myself as I pulled my ear buds out of my ears and put my iPod away. Sighing, I looked out the window of the Impala and the trees almost seemed to move thanks to my brother's fast driving. If you were to look at me from afar, you would see a somewhat tall, decently in shape seventeen year old girl. Nothing to fear, right? Wrong.

I can have someone on their ass in less than five seconds on their best day if they give me the chance, and they would, since I'm such a sweet little girl. I knew things I shouldn't have to know. Lots of people know more than one language, but I can speak three. You don't wanna know why I know those. I travel a lot, too-I've been to at lest thirty-five out of the fifty United States. It was okay. I like being in a car more than being on land. Much more interesting if you'd ask me. The only downside was not really having a home or place to stay. Motels pretty much sucked and smelled like crap, but hey. They were a place to sleep for the night and it was better than nothing. Almost, that is, better than nothing. I was working on thinking positively. On our last hunt, I had picked up a book in the local library titled: You Want It, You Got It by some big shot author. It was all about the power of positive thinking and making your dreams your reality. We'll see how that goes.

You also get to listen to a lot of music when you're always in a car. Some Led Zeppelin' albums, Deep Purple... anything old school. None of that crap of today that people call music, or at least that's what my big brother always tells me. His car, his rules. I didn't really have any hobbies. Nothing like video games or board games or something like that. I tried bird watching once. Worst five seconds of my life. But there was always knowing how to hustler someone out of their paycheck without a second thought. That was pretty fun, but I don't think that could be called a hobby. I even know how to hi-jack a car in less than a few minutes. Now that was fun. But if anyone knew anything of that about me, they would never let me in. They would never trust me. And I need them to. You know why? Because I'm dangerous. I need to play the sweet, unsuspecting seventeen year old girl that couldn't hurt a fly, because there are things out there, things that would make even the bravest person want to go and hid under their bed if they were convinced there's nothing under there. But there always is. Under your bed, I mean. It will make blood run cold, and it will make life a living hell. Believe me. I would know. When I was little, there were no bed time stories where the prince meets the princess and they fall madly in love and live happily ever after. No, nothing like that, but really-who needs that crap anyway? There were the stories of what kind of creature my father killed that week, if he even came back within a week. However, it's not like I was ever truly alone-I always had my brothers who I can count on for anything. Who I can trust with my life, and I know because I have. I looked down at my arm, where I could see the raw pink skin of my new, barely healing scar, even after three weeks. I didn't feel like thinking about how I had gotten it. That would probably depress the hell out of me, and I didn't want or have the time to throw myself a pity party. I sighed again.

"What's with the sighing today, Miss Bella?" My older brother behind the wheel asked. My other brother answered before I could.

"Aw, man just leave her alone, you know how she gets when we go somewhere new. She just needs time."

"Well, no need to be a bitch about it."

"How is that being a bitch?"

"I asked her a question and you go all girl on me." He changed his voice, mimicking only what I could imagine he thought a woman might sound like "'She just needs time' when did you become such a woman?"

"Anyone in their right mind would know what I'm talking about. And I'm not a bitch!"

"Well stop acting like one!"

"I'm not!"

"Guys, I can hear you, you know?" I told them, not being able to stop the smile from coming to my lips.

"Sorry, Bells." I smiled, shaking my head. My brothers were weird, but I liked them that way.

"It's okay and I'm sorry. It's just sometimes I get so sick of this!" I finally told them, closing my eyes and resting my head, as uncomfortable was it felt, against the window. I knew Dean would kill me for getting my 'greasy forehead marks' all over it, as he so often yelled at me for.

"The last hunt pretty much sucked, and I'm bored as hell. Never seeing Dad, never really being in the same place long enough to feel like I belong somewhere..." I trailed off. It's not so much as wanting a home that I was bitching about. I just didn't feel like driving around anymore. I wanted some kind of roots. Something to make me feel human.

"But really. I'm one of the lucky ones-having brothers like you. How many people can say they get to spend so much time with their brothers and like it?" I then thought better of myself and reworded my previous statement, "Well,not all the time." I muttered quietly.

"Hey, I heard that! And you're not so bad yourself, kid." Dean told me.

"What he means to say is: we love you too." Sam corrected.

"Again with the feelings," Dean replied, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, give it a rest, for once in your life!" Sam scolded him.

"I told you, no chick-flick moments." Dean replied, taking one hand off the wheel and waving it once.

"Well if you would just leave the poor girl alone for once in her life…" Sammy, my hero-always saving me from Dean's insensitive nature. Dean was not having any of it.

"One: She's not a girl. She's our sister. Two: we may spend most of our time in motels, but we're not that poor." he then smirked. "We can have all the money we ever need." I knew he was talking about all of the scams we can and will pull, and how even if the money we made from it wasn't really legit, it still counted.

"And finally: if I leave her alone; that would be abandoning my job as her brother. Then what love would she feel?" I pursed my lips, absently agreeing with the big idiot. Guess he did have a point. But I wasn't gonna tell him that.

"Well-" started my favorite brother of the moment.

"Not now! I love this song!" Dean shouted as he turned up the radio.

Back in black I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about

"Really man, AC/DC? Do you listen to anything less then thirty years old?" Sam asked in annoyance.

"Watch your mouth, Sammy Boy, AC/DC is classic." I couldn't help but sing along with him. It was a catchy song.

'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black

"Sorry Sammy, but he's right on this one, that song is classic." I told them, leaning back in my seat.

"Well the girl has good taste, I'll give her that." Dean said with a smirk.

"You're just happy she doesn't worship that Miley Cyrus girl." Sam commented.

"Millie who?" Dean asked in confusion.

"Never mind," Sam sighed. I didn't even want to know how he knew who Miley Cyrus was.

"So, where are we going again?" I asked before they could start bitch fighting again.

"Some place called Forks," Dean laughed. "I know-someone must have been smoking something good when they named that place." Sammy and I just rolled our eyes. Well, that was Dean for you.

"We may even find some jobs 'round there too. Last time I checked, some weird shit was going down a few towns over."

"Animal attacks possibly? There is a lot of wild life down there." Sam mused. Always thinking, that boy is.

"I don't think so. Not unless they have deer up there that make Bibi look pure evil," When you hear the word 'job' what do you think of? What is your first thought? Waking up early, driving somewhere, working a nine-to- five and then going home to a family, maybe a dog or cat? That's what I believe to be the first thought of any one person in the world. All but one kind, the kind that we are, my dad, my brother's Sam and Dean, and then there's me, and maybe some other people in the world. Because when you say: 'I think we found a job' to one of us, we go straight for the salt. Why would we do something stupid like that? Because that's the answer for the types of jobs we do. That's who we are. I'll cut the bullshit now, and just get on with it. We're hunters. What do we hunt? Easy. What everyone else doesn't even know exist.

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Songs for this chapter:

Back In Black -AC/DC

Rest in Pieces -Saliva