The Artist and the Hunter

Lillia Abbott was a bookaholic and musician (but only sang at coffee shops), and was seemingly normal, but when a series or murders begin, Lillia encounters the Winchesters, and demanding answers, causing her whole mundane life to change. (SamxOC)


2. Chapter 2

“Wear it!” Cassie said, slinging the red fabric towards me.

“No way.” I threw it back at her, hitting her in the face with it. She froze, but she turned her head, giving me a death glare. “Sorry.” I apologized.

“Why not?” she asked. I looked at her, my eyes wide.

“Cassie, this” I held up the red dress that could have easily been a shirt and was super cut “, is not me! You know that.” I argued. She sighed in defeat, throwing the ‘dress’ on the bed.

“You pick out an outfit then.” She said, sitting down on the bed, taking her phone out. I rolled my eyes and sighed, exhausted.

As soon as Sam asked me, I told Cassie and she decided to help me get ready, which I wasn’t surprised anymore. Most people were, but I knew her better.

I pulled out a gray, oasis textured panel long-sleeved dress that went down to my knees, wearing some simple, gray flats with it. After putting in on, I smiled at Cassie.

“What do you think?” I asked her. She nodded her approval.

“You look nice.” She said, pulling my down into a chair and working on my hair and makeup.


“Wow. You look great.” Sam said as I swung the door open. I smiled.

“Thanks. You don’t look to bad yourself.” I said. He was wearing a more expensive suit than the one he was wearing earlier, and in this one, he didn’t look as uncomfortable and professional. He looked amazing.

He held out his arm hesitantly, as if he was afraid I would reject him. I took his arm as he lead me down the front steps and to the car, which I noticed was different from the one earlier, but I didn’t question it, trying to keep something for later if there was nothing else to talk about, and knowing me, that would happen. Almost every date I went on, it happened and that though spiked my anxiety. I liked Sam as much as you could like someone when you first meet, and he apparently like me to some extent, but he might think I’m a complete buzzkill if I didn’t talk to him or at least try to.


The restaurant wasn’t anything too fancy, but it wasn’t something casual either. The walls were adorned with paintings and shelves full of antiques. It was beautiful.

I looked at everything while Sam talked to the woman up front about our reservation. Suddenly, someone slightly tugged on my arm and I looked up, seeing Sam smiling sheepishly. I smiled back at him reassuringly as we walked forwards, our arms linked together.

When we were seated, we immediately took our menus in hand, staring at them, though I wasn’t really looking for something to eat. I was racking my brain for something to say that would break the ice and start a conversation.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Sam asked. I placed my menu back on the table, noticing that he had lowered his some, but he wasn’t looking at it anymore.

“I write.” I responded, a bit hesitantly. I expected him to only nod and hum in response, thinking it was boring and compared to what he did, it was, but he surprised me. Instead of ignoring it, he leaned forward, putting his menu down completely, seeming genially interested.

“Really? What do you usually write?”

“Well I write for the newspaper. I do the advice column.” I shrugged a shoulder, again expecting the same reaction I had gotten from others, but again he surprised me.

“I’ll have to read them sometime.” I looked up from the table, smiling. “I bet you’re great.”

“Thank you.” I said, looking down at the table again, trying not to blush, but it happened anyway.

“But it you could write a book, what would it be?”

“Genre wise?” I asked, making sure I would answer correctly. He nodded.

“Probably,” I paused, thinking “Something like Harry Potter with a lot of romance.” I said. He chuckled.

“Romance?” he asked. I nodded, but then quickly shook my head.

“Not like what I think you’re thinking. Not one of those romance novels.” I laughed. He did the same.

“So is that what you like to read. The young adult fantasy romance novels.” He asked. I nodded, confidently.


“So what’s your favorite book?” he asked. I smiled.

“Gaston Leroux’s ‘Phantom of the Opera’.” I asked.

“So you like the classics too?” he inquired. I nodded.

“Favorite movie?”

“Tim Burton’s ‘The Corpse Bride’”

“So musicals too?”


And that’s how the night went. He surprised me by listening to everything I said, looking intrigued as I talked about things I liked and didn’t like, asking questions. It was the best first date I had ever been on, and I didn’t want it to end.

We ended up paying after staying an extra hour. It was 9:00 by the time we got in the car. We were there for four hours, but it only felt like four minutes.

The drive was silent, just like before, except this time the car was sounding different.

“Uh oh.” Sam said, slowing down to the curb. I looked to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, but he didn’t answer; the car did. It jerked a few times before stopping, the engine shutting off.

“Oh.” I said, staring out the front window. Sam opened his door and got out, and I followed. He walked to the front of the car and stopped.

“I’m really sorry.” He said. I shook my head.

“No need to apologize. Rental cars suck.” I stated. He laughed. “So now what?” I asked. HE shrugged.

“I guess we walk, and I’ll come back here and make some calls.”

“Okay.” I began walking towards my house, which wasn’t far from where we stopped, and he followed, falling in step with me.

The walk was much like the car ride-silent-but I didn’t mind. I just stared at the trees, illuminated by street lamps, which kind of took away some of the effect. Ever since I was young, my parents lived on a farm, so I wasn’t really used to the city, hence the reason why my house is on a tiny little country road, the only other house now vacant.

I shivered as a rush of chilly October wind came, causing wind chimes to ring. Sam must have seen me, because he took off his jacket, handing it to me.

“Here you go.” He said, wrapping the large jacket around my tiny shoulders. It almost swallowed me whole.

“Thank you. You won’t get cold?” I asked. He smiled, shaking his head.


Sam walked me to the door and I stood there, facing him. He seemed to be as nervous as he was when he asked me to dinner.

“Thank you for dinner.” I said. His nervousness seemed to vanish and he smiled wide.

“No problem. I had a great time.” He said. It was my turn to smile.

“Me too.” I said, holding on to his jacket, which was still wrapped around me, but I wasn’t thinking about it.

I stayed a bit longer than I normally would have, and probably should have, before I turned a little bit, grabbing the door handle.

“Lillia.” Sam said. I looked over at him as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, causing me to blush like mad as his hand lingered on my wrist for a few extra seconds. He turned back to walk to his car and I stayed planted on the porch watching him walk down the road a bit, before going inside and heading to bed.

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