Requested by @dominey217

A/n - thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

Imagine...

Word Count: 1622

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The abandoned house is exactly as you pictured it. Old, decrepit, and dusty. Like they usually are.

You look around, noticing Dean smack Sam on the back, leaving a dusty handprint. He snickers at his handiwork and Sam looks at him questionably before resuming the search.

You've been searching for any signs of supernatural activity ever since you arrived, with no luck.

"Maybe there's nothing here?" You suggest, somewhat hopeful at the prospect.

"No, there has to be something. The news report said three deaths occurred here. The deaths are in line with werewolf maulings we've come across before," Sam replies.

"We haven't even had a whiff of any funny business happening here for hours. There's nothing around here for miles."

Dean cuts in, "Well, there is a school not too far  from here and a town near there."

"School? It wasn't mentioned in the report..." Sam trails off, stepping over a fallen table.

"Yeah, apparently it's for 'gifted children', whatever that means."

Your eyes narrow as you observe a toppled bookcase, "Like mutants? I think I read about that a while ago."

"Uh-huh," Dean replies, shining his flashlight into a cupboard. "I think we should come back tomorrow. Obviously nothing's happening now, so I say we should hit the road. Find a bar?"

You chuckle soundlessly at his suggestion. Dean - always with the liquor.

Sam sighs, "I guess we could use a night off. And, you're right, there's no one here."

Nodding your agreement, you hop into the Impala's backseat and head straight to the nearest bar.

~

Sighing, you look towards where Sam is on his computer across from you, still researching, and Dean is shamelessly flirting across the bar with a redhead who seems to be trying to avoid him.

Swirling your drink in hand, you turn to glance at the attractive man sitting at the counter. You've been debating on whether or not to muster up the courage to talk to him. So far, you've decided to just cast casual glances towards him, wondering if he's noticed.

You don't think he has.

His hair, brown and medium length, is a bit messy, but adds to his handsomeness. He has sideburns as well, which accentuate his ruggedness. His light brown eyes seem focused on his drink as he gulps down another mouthful, and his left hand rests on the countertop. He seems perfectly at home here. 

He's wearing a brown, faded leather jacket and blue jeans with a brown belt and golden belt buckle.

You can't get over how handsome he is.

"You've been eyeing him up all night. You gonna make a move or what?" Sam asks, suppressing a chuckle.

Shooting him a glare, you drag your attention away from the stranger and on to the drink in your hand.

"For what it's worth, he's been checking you out too."

At this information, your face heats up. You stutter at your older brother, who smirks in victory.

Your brothers love annoying you to no end. But, you always find a way to get back at them. It seems this time, though your brother has beat you.

"You're lying," you hiss quietly. "No one ever checks me out."

"That's not true."

You stare at Sam as he types away. "I'm not talking to him."

He scoffs, "'Course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighs, "It means that you always do this. Look at Dean."

You oblige, watching as Dean flirts with the redhead. "Yeah? He's being his usual self."

"Exactly. He saw her, and he made his move. Now, I'm not saying to be exactly like him, but it might do you some good to take a page from his book."

Maybe your tall brother has a point.

Suddenly emboldened, you start to stand before something unexpected happens. Three men, drunk from the look of it, saunter to the stranger. One of them has a knife at the ready.

"Can I help you?" The stranger questions, not at all concerned.

"Get out. We don't want your kind here." One of the men demands.

In answer, he finishes his drink in one go and then waves his hand at the bartender, ordering another. "I don't think so, bub."

The men seethe in fury at the sheer arrogance of the handsome stranger. He doesn't bother spending any more time on them, focusing on his new drink.

The one with the knife lunges suddenly, but the stranger reacts faster. He grabs the man's head and smashes it upon the counter. Blood spurts as the man slumps to the floor.

You breathe out in admiration as he looks towards the other men as if to say that he's ready for whatever they throw his way. They sneer at him before attacking.

He deftly punches one, knocking him out right away. The other takes two hits and then collapses like a sack of potatoes.

"Wow, he's a fighter," Sam acknowledges.

You exhale a breathe that you hadn't realized you were holding, "Yeah, that was awesome."

The man tosses cash on the counter before trudging out. Disappointed, you sigh and turn back to Sam.

"You could go after him," Sam offers, looking pointedly towards the door.

You sigh, "Nah, I'll stay here. After all, we gotta look after Deano."

As if his nickname summoned him, Dean comes to sit beside you, "Hey sis. You see that fight?"

"Yeah, she saw it alright. She's been watching that dude ever since we got in here," Sam informs him.

"Why didn't you make a move on him?" Dean slurs.

You sigh, hating how your brothers are gaining up on you, "I was going to, but then that fight started. And then he left."

"Oh," is his response.

"I'm going back to the motel, see ya," you say before walking away.

~

Sunlight begins to stream through the window, waking you and your brothers. You waste no time in changing and getting ready to investigate that house again.

Tiredly, Sam and Dean follow suit.

At the house, you enter first upon hearing growls. Gun drawn, you cautiously walk in to find four werewolves arguing savagely.

Good thing you have silver bullets loaded in your gun. Never can be too careful.

You shoot one right in the heart, since you've always believed in shooting first and asking questions later, before turning your attention towards the next.

Sam and Dean fire their weapons instantaneously, each bullet finding its mark. The fourth wolf is too quick, and manages to evade you as you fire at him.

He disappears out the back, with three Winchester's hot on his tail.

But, before you or your brothers can kill the werewolf, another man leaps out from the safety of the forest.

You instantly recognize the man from the bar, even as what could only be described as claws spring from between his knuckles. He slices the werewolf's neck, growling in rage.

The wolf cries out in pain, but attacks swiftly, clawing the man's face viciously.

Blood has hardly even begun to fall, when his skin heals itself. Dean cusses at this revelation, as you breathe out in awe.

You admire the stranger's claws even as he uses them to slice into the werewolf.

"Step back!" You order as you realize that unless his claws are silver, the wolf won't die.

The stranger looks up at you, risking the glance even though his foe is ready to attack again. Seeing your gun pointed at the supernatural being, he moves back a few steps so that you have a clean shot.

You fire without a second thought - killing having become such a regular activity that now it hardly registers in your mind.

The werewolf thuds onto the grass, eyes glazed over in death. Sam and Dean aren't as relaxed as you as you each turn to face the handsome stranger.

You speak first, "Who are you?"

The man feigns disinterest as he pulls a cigar out of his pocket and a lighter from his other one, "Name's Logan."

Watching as he lights the cigar, you realize that he has sheathed his claws.

Dean speaks up, "I'm Dean Winchester, these are my siblings, Sam and Y/n."

"Nice to meet you," you say, smiling a bit even as your brothers scowl at the man.

His lips turn upwards around the cigar and he nods his head at you. You're guessing that's as much of a smile as you'll get from him.

"You're a hunter?" Sam asks, still cautious.

He shrugs, "Not really. Just happened to be at the right place at the right time."

"Lucky you were here," you say just as Dean says at the same time, "We could've handled it."

You shoot a glare at your eldest brother, not happy at how he's been treating Logan.

"Hey, Logan, you wanna, uh, get a drink later?" You offer, continuing, "As a 'thanks' for helping us."

"Sure," he says, taking a long drag from his cigar, "Same bar I saw you at last night?"

You heat up, thriller that he did indeed notice you, "Yeah, say seven?"

"Okay. See ya later, Y/n," he smirks before walking away.

You practically sigh at his departure, but Sam's disbelieving intake of air stops you cold. "What?"

"You just asked him out."

"Yeah, so?"

Sam shakes his head as Dean clamps a hand on your shoulder with a grin, "We didn't think ya had it in you. Needless to say, Sam owes me ten bucks."

Your eyebrows shoot up in outrage, "You guys bet on me asking him out?!"

"Well, not him specifically. More like we bet on you never asking anyone out."

"Run, before I shoot you both in the leg!" You shout.

They wisely listen, bolting away from you.