Ember [Supernatural]

Chapter one

Ember walks into her apartment she had just gotten off of working a late shift at her shit job. She hears movement inside of the dark apartment and looks around for the source, pulling her gun out of her bag and cocking it.

She hides behind one of the walls and a dark man approaches her. She comes out from behind the wall gun aimed at the dark figure.

"Don't move. Or I will shoot."

"Now that's no way to treat an old friend," a smug voice comes from the dark figure. It almost sounds like...

"Dean?" She asks, keeping the gun aimed at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

She flips on the light and sees the short-haired blond standing in front of her with a smug grin. She lowers the gun.

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean approached her and lays his hands on her shoulders shaking once then let's go.

Ember rolls her eyes at him. "What the hell are you doing here? And no wisecracks, wise guy."

"I need your help, Ember."

"With what? A hunt? I'm done with all of that, Dean. I'm trying my best to live a normal, quiet life."

"No not a hunt," he looks down and then back up. "It's my dad, he's gone on a hunt and hasn't been back in a few days."

"Come on, let me get you that beer," Ember walks into the kitchen with Dean following suit.

Ember goes to the fridge and pulls the door open, grabbing two bottles of beer from one of the shelves on the door. Dean watching her, a smirk tugging at his lips. He had to admit, he did find her attractive.

Feeling his eyes on her, she closed the fridge door and spins around to face Dean, glaring at him. The Winchester could feel her eyes glaring into his very soul and a chill ran down his back.

Ember handed him a bottle of beer and sits down at the kitchen table.

"So," she started, still glaring at him. "You break into my apartment to ask me to help you look for your dad?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

She nods, sipping on her beer. She looked down at the table for a second, thinking, then she looked back up at Dean, not glaring at him anymore.

"Alright, I'm in. But..."

"But what?"

"We're going to go get Sam. I am not working with you alone."

"Deal," Dean nods.

A silence falls over the two of them. Ember looks at the floor in thought, then looks up at Dean.

"What was he working on?" She asks.

"I thought you might ask," Dean says, sipping the beer. "Come with me out to my car?"

Ember heads out of the apartment and down to the parking lot with Dean. They head over to his black '67 Chevrolet Impala that he refers to as his "baby".

Once they get to the trunk, Dean opens the trunk then the arsenal, propping it open with a shotgun.

"All right, let's see, where did I put that thing?" He mumbles to himself as he looks through the arsenal.

"When your dad left, why didn't you go with him?"

"I was working my own gig," Dean replies. "This, uh, voodoo thing down in New Orleans."

Ember scoffs a bit in disbelief. "John let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"

Dean looks over his shoulder at her.