Y/N/N=your nickname

You'd been working with the Winchesters for three years now. You were a hunter but you were more than content to stay behind in the bunker or at the hotel and do research. You'd seen enough gore to last you a lifetime. You kept things clean and cooked for the brothers. Anything that made their lives a little easier as you liked to say. Your contribution to making the world a safer place was taking care of the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean were thrilled with this arrangement because it meant they didn't have to worry about you getting hurt and who wouldn't want someone cleaning and cooking for them. "Boys!" you yelled as you put the last of the food on the table for dinner. 

You smiled as you heard footsteps hurrying in your direction. They liked your cooking enough that you never had to wrangle them to the table. They always came willingly.

"Smells awesome, Y/N. What are we having?" Dean asked as he slid into his seat. 

You lifted the foil off the pan on the table to reveal your lasagna. 

Sam beamed. "My favorite."

"Cassie, it's lasagna night," you called. A flutter of wings answered you as the angel appeared beside the table. 

"Thank you, Y/N," he said and took a seat.

You were getting ready to sit yourself when you heard another flutter of wings. Gabriel appeared with a wide grin. "Did somebody say lasagna?"

You rolled your eyes and gestured to one of the empty seats. "Help yourself, trickster. I made plenty."

He rubbed his hands together and sat, immediately dishing up his food. You shook your head as you sat between Sam and Dean. The elder Winchester had filled your plate for you. "Thanks, Dean."

He gave you his signature smirk. "No problem, babe." 

Your face heated at the nickname and Dean chuckled. Jerk. Though you'd never confessed you were certain that Dean knew exactly how you felt about him and only flirted with you to embarrass you. 

***

Dinner finished and you let the others clear the table and wash the dishes. It was the least they could do when you cooked. Besides, you needed to go to the store. You grabbed your old military jacket off its hook and stuck your head in the kitchen. It appeared Gabe had taken off and left the other three to do the work. "I've got to run to the store. Any requests?"

Dean opened his mouth and you cut him off. "Besides beer and pie." He grinned at you and turned back to the sink.

The other two shook their heads. 

"All right. I'll be back."

"Hey, Y/N/N," Dean called and you turned back. He tossed you his keys and you snatched them out of the air. "Take care of her."

You grinned, not believing he was letting you drive Baby without you having to beg. Given the look on Sam's face, he didn't believe it either. "Of course I will, Dean. She's in good hands."

"I know she is."

You headed toward the garage with a skip in your step. "Oh, Dean, there's homemade pie in the fridge," you yelled over your shoulder. 

"Yes!" you heard and you laughed as you slid into the beautiful black Impala. 

***

You loaded the last of the grocery bags into the back seat. No sooner had you shut the door than you were grabbed from behind and a cloth placed over your nose and mouth. A chemical sweet smell filled your nose as you tried to scream. Ugh, chloroform. You hated the stuff as it gave you a horrible headache. 

Your head spun as you sucked in tainted air but you struggled against your captor as he dragged you around the side of the building and toward a small empty house that sat near by. You finally passed out about the time he pulled you over the threshold.

When you woke, you found yourself tied to a chair and wondered how long you'd been there. Probably not very long. And you'd gotten the grocery shopping done quickly, the boys probably weren't even aware you'd been taken yet. Your gaze fell on a man leaning on the wall across from you. Dark shaggy hair fell over his forehead as he watched you silently. His eyes flashed black briefly before returning to normal. 

Demon. Great. You slowly twisted your hands behind your back, working on loosening the ropes. You kept the movements small so you hopefully wouldn't be detected. "There's really no point to this you know. No one will know I'm missing for hours yet and when they do, I've got friends who can find me with a thought."

He smiled. "I know exactly who you are, Y/N Y/L/N. This building is warded against angels so Castiel won't find you. And I've already sent the Winchesters a little message. It's no fun if they don't panic."

You sighed. Eventually the boys would ask Crowley for help when they couldn't find you. You didn't plan on sticking around that long, however. The ropes on your wrists were starting to slacken and you continued to work them. Your wrists would be red and raw by the time you finished but it would be worth it.

The demon pulled a small blade and turned it so it caught the light. He grinned and tilted his head as he looked you over. "Where should we start do you think? I mean, I want it to hurt, but I need you around for awhile. If you die too soon it ruins everything."

"So you want me to help you figure out where to cut me?" you asked, trying to stall. You managed to stifle your grin when your hands slipped free of the rope. 

He shrugged. "It's not like it matters. You'll bleed everywhere by the time I'm through."

You cringed. "See, I don't like this plan. It sounds unpleasant."

The demon laughed. "I like you. I almost hate to do this. Too bad you aren't a hunter. You're so much more fun than those Winchesters. They just threaten and glare."

"There's one problem with that," you said, cocking your head to the side.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

You pushed yourself out of the chair and lunged at the demon, catching the hand that held the knife with your own. Twisting it, you shoved the blade upward and into his neck. Before he could recover, you pulled the demon blade you kept tucked in your boot and drove it into his heart. "I am a hunter, asshole."

After taking a minute to rub the soreness on your wrists, you searched the pockets on the body. Finding a key fob, you smiled. You stepped out of the house and pushed the button. A SUV tucked in the corner of the grocery store parking lot chirped at you. You trotted over to it, glancing quickly to where you'd parked the Impala. As you expected, it was gone. The boys had probably picked it up as soon as they got the message you were taken. 

You drove the SUV back to the bunker, parking it in front. You let yourself in the door and were about to call out when yelling drew your attention. "I can't just sit here," Dean said. "We've got to find her."

"We're trying, Dean. What do you want us to do? Knock on every door in town. She's probably in a different state by now," Sam argued.

"Gabriel and I both attempted to locate her and were unsuccessful," Cas added. 

"We're calling Crowley," Dean said.

"I thought we agreed to hold off on that. You know he'll want to make a deal to help us."

"Your brother has a point, Winchester. And he'll probably just take her for himself." Gabe sounded slightly distressed. 

You smiled and made your way to the library. 

"Well at least he won't kill her just to spite us. He likes her." Dean sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as the rest of them. 

When you got to the library you leaned against the doorframe, not saying anything. Team Free Will had their backs to you and it only took Gabe a second to spot you. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as he smiled. "You know, I think you've got this under control," he said and gave you a wink. "I'll see you later." With that he disappeared.

"Where the hell did he go? And why was he winking?" Dean glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours before he turned back to the table. Realizing what he'd just seen he snapped back around. "Y/N!" He ran over to you, grasped your face in his hands and planted his lips on yours. 

You stood frozen in shock for a moment before relaxing and kissing him back. After a moment, he pulled away and pressed a kiss on your forehead. His arms wrapped tightly around you and held you close to his chest. "You scared the crap out of me. What happened?"

"He grabbed me outside the grocery store and took me to that little empty house that's nearby."

"How did you get away?" Sam asked.

You leaned back and turned to smile at him and Cas. "I am a hunter, Sammy. Just because I'm happy doing research and taking care of you three doesn't mean I can't still take care of one demon on my own."

"God, I love you," Dean said before his lips smashed into yours again.