We've Got History (rapunzelpie)
Untrained, brainless fighters; that's what hunters were. Nat had always resented the missions that SHIELD assigned to her when she'd have to work with such low-level people, barging in places, guns blazing. So when she'd been handed the file reading "vampire", she'd been reluctant.
"Winchester," she muttered to herself, as she read that she was to seek out the man's help. "This again? Come on, you know that those boys don't play well with others. Even if Dean's alone this time, he won't work with me. We've got history."
She sighed, shaking her head a bit as she read the briefing. "I'll do what I can, but no promises." She'd packed in a matter of moments, opting to take a small jet out to Normal, Illinois. "Should be fun," she murmured quietly as she flew.
As she landed, she found the hotel where Dean had used his faked credit card, securing the room beside his. Impala in the parking lot. Perfect. That gave her plenty of time to figure out his next move and meet him at the nest. A gun strapped to her thigh, a knife in her hair, a gun in her bra, and a knife and gun in one boot each, she left the moment that Impala pulled out of the parking lot.
Nat followed him discreetly, certain that he hadn't seen her doing so. Just as he was about to make a move, she came up silently behind him, a hand on his shoulder as she whispered into his ear, "Winchester. Miss me?"
