(Warnings: Age difference, mentions of blood)

You never thought you'd be a hunter. Hell, you never even knew monsters existed until you had to be saved from a pack of werewolves. That was how you met the Winchesters and Bobby Singer. They came bursting in just as one of the werewolves set its sights on you after the rest had slaughtered your family. The three of them pulled you out of the way and killed the pack. From that moment on, you stayed with them and trained to be a hunter. Sam and Dean didn't really have time to train you so that left Bobby and you'd never forget the day you asked him to help you.

*flashback*

"Hey, Bobby?" He looked up from his drink and eyed you warily. "I want to learn how to hunt." The older man nearly dropped his glass. "Now why on God's green earth would ya want to do that?" You arched a brow at him and replied, "Because it's the only way I can be sure I'm safe! After what happened to my family, can you blame me?" Bobby shook his head and muttered, "Idjit." Still, he agreed to teach you.

*end flashback*

You'd started work that very afternoon and spent the next several months learning everything you could. Bobby was a great teacher and even the Winchester brothers were impressed with how quickly you picked things up. You felt stronger and smarter. You knew you could protect yourself now. There was only one thing that wasn't so great. That was Bobby himself.

You didn't hate Bobby, despite his tough teaching style. In fact, you'd actually fallen for the hunter which frightened you as well as made you happy. You were Sam's age after all, much younger than Bobby. Plus, you knew that Bobby wouldn't see you the way you saw him. You figured he saw you as just another kid for him to keep tabs on. How wrong you were.

In truth, Bobby saw you as much more than a kid and he hated himself for it. He'd fallen for your spunk and determination. For your beauty and brains. For everything that was you. In his eyes, you were the perfect hunter, the perfect woman. However, Bobby just knew he was far too old for you. So, he decided to keep your conversations professional. Hunting only. He hadn't realized just how much he was hurting you until it all came to a head on a hunt.

Sam and Dean called you to give you a hunt. They'd run into two hunts at the same time so they needed you and Bobby to cover one while they covered the other. You climbed into the truck with Bobby and opened the lore book, trying to figure out what it was you were hunting since Bobby and the boys knew but wouldn't tell you. Training they called it. "It sounds like a Shifter to me," you said, not looking up from the book. You earned a grunt from Bobby, making you sighed loudly.

"Alright, that's it. What is up with you? You've been acting cold and even more closed off than usual." Bobby didn't answer. He kept his eyes on the road. You rolled your eyes and slammed the book closed. Part of you wondered how the heck you were going to get through this hunt if your partner refused to talk to you.

A few silent hours later, Bobby pulled into the motel parking lot. You couldn't get out of the truck quickly enough. Once inside the room, you rounded on Bobby again. "Bobby, we need to talk." He looked at you, straightening his cap on his head. "What about?" You scoffed. "About your attitude! You've been completely ignoring me this whole trip. We can't keep this up if we're gonna gank this thing. So, I'm going to ask again. What is your problem?!" He didn't answer and you rolled your eyes again. You couldn't work that way so, once Bobby was asleep, you went in search of the Shifter by yourself. If Bobby didn't think you could do it, you'd show him.

When Bobby woke up the next morning to find you gone, he knew exactly what you'd done. "Balls!" he cried as he packed up his own pack and went after you. He was extremely grateful the boys had activated the GPS on your phone and was able to find you quickly. "Y/N!" he called the minute he saw you. You were lying on the ground, bleeding a bit from a would on your face. His eyes scanned the area and he sighed in relief as he saw the shifter dead a few feet from you.

"How could ya be so stupid?!" he cried at you as he helped you up. You knew he wasn't mad at you, but scared. "I wanted to show you I could do it. I thought that's why you were being so quiet. You didn't think I could do it." Bobby groaned. "That's not why, ya idjit! I just didn't want to see ya get hurt!" You groaned as Bobby helped you climb into the truck. "See? I don't want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't gotten to ya."

"Hey, I ganked the damn thing, didn't I?!" Bobby growled. "Would ya shut up? I'm tryin' to tell ya that I love ya, woman!" You gaped at him in disbelief. "Balls," he muttered when he looked at your face. He started the truck and drove back to the motel in silence once more. You kept your face toward the window, trying to push the heat in your face away. You just couldn't believe it. Bobby loved you. He'd actually said it.

This time, it was Bobby who couldn't get out of the truck fast enough once you were parked. You followed behind him. When you were safely in the room, you closed the door and crossed to where Bobby was standing. You reached around to place your hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face to yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle despite the tension between you. When you pulled away, you smiled at him. "I love you, too. I just thought you saw me as a kid who couldn't handle the hunting world." Bobby shook his head and chuckle. "Idjit," he said softly before kissing you again, his beard tickling your cheeks and chin.

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