Hey there! This is my first attempt at a Supernatural story, so please don't be too harsh! However, constructive criticism is highly appreciated! Please review and let me know what you think!
~Disclaimer~ I do not own anything Supernatural related, just my OC Maya and other characters that aren't from the show :) Enjoy!
I listened to the gossip being spread as I walked through the diner. People in these small towns could never keep their mouths shut about anything. Which is why I never told anyone anything personal about me.
Sure, as a waitress I had to be friendly and open to small talk, but I avoided conversations about myself like the plague.
"Maya! Order up!" I snapped out of my thoughts, smoothing out my dark blue V-neck shirt and dark blue jeans. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bacon cheeseburger and salad off the counter, but paused before walking out.
"Cory, this isn't for one of my tables..." The short blonde teenager looked at me sheepishly and nodded his head. He was a junior in high school and the youngest employee at the diner. He was shy, but sweet and he was like the little brother I never had.
"I know, but Krista just got in a fight with the boss and walked out. It's for the two guys in the corner." He pointed me in the right direction and gave me an apologetic smile. I sighed and carried the food over.
"Hey guys, I have a burger and a salad here for you." I said with a smile.
The two men looked up at me. One was considerably taller with shaggy brown hair and expressive hazel eyes, a kind smile gracing his handsome face. The shorter one had stunning green eyes and short dark brown hair. His face was lit up with a playful smile as he looked me up and down.
"Hey beautiful. How 'bout you put the food down and join us?" He asked flirtatiously.
I heard a sharp thud and the flirty guy scrunched his face up in pain. "Dean!" The taller man scolded before looking at me. "Sorry about him, he has trouble controlling himself."
"Hey!" The man cried indignantly.
I laughed and shook my head. "It's okay, flirts I can deal with, just don't try to grab my ass." I said half-joking with a forced half-smile.
Concern flashed across the men's faces as they looked at each other.
"Does that stuff happen a lot?" The taller one asked quietly.
"Well, I kinda ask for it working at a truck-stop diner. Don't worry about it. I'm a big girl." I smiled at them, touched by their show of concern. They both sent me an unbelieving look before the doorbell chimed.
I tried to ignore the cat calling I heard as a group of young men entered the diner and eyed me as they sat down.
"Ugh, the highlight of my evening. Sorry boys, the chat's been fun, but I better get back to work. Enjoy your food!" I sat the plates down at the table and started to walk over to the table of rowdy young men when I felt someone grab my wrist gently. I turned quickly to meet the worried look of the taller man.
"If you need help just yell. We'll be here awhile anyway." I stared for a minute before carefully pulling my hand away and looking down shyly. "What's your name?" I asked quietly.
"Sam. And that's my brother Dean." He told me with a kind smile as he gestured to the flirty man at his table. "Maya." I told him and shot him a grateful smile as I made my way to the hostess stand to grab menus for the five men laughing obnoxiously.
As I approached their table, their eyes leered and they looked me up and down. A shudder went down my spine as I held the menus tighter to my chest. I stayed an arm's length away as I practically tossed the menus on the table.
"Can I get you guys a drink right away?"
"Are you an option?" The boldest guy asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away when I felt an iron grip around my wrist.
"He asked you a question bitch." A second man spat out as he squeezed my wrist tighter and I could feel the bones grinding together as I tried to pry his fingers off of me.
"Let me go!" I begged as panic started to surge through me.
"Tony, relax. I like her spunk." The first man said with a deadly smile. The newly dubbed 'Tony' reluctantly released me and I rushed back into the kitchen. I quickly walked through the kitchen and into the employee bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and sliding the bolt lock into place. I tried to control my shaking as I splashed water onto my face. I pulled my short, dark brown hair up into a low ponytail and dabbed my deep green eyes with a paper towel.
After a few minutes I felt like I had control of myself and walked back out into the kitchen. Anna, my boss's daughter and my best friend, sent me a worried look before returning to the dining room to serve her customers.
I walked over to the water carafe and filled five glasses with water, placing them on a small round tray, balancing it in on my good hand and took a deep breath before braving the dining room to face the table of men. As I approached the table, I found myself turning to look at Sam and Dean across the diner and saw them watching the men with anger and suspicion.
When Sam saw me looking at them, he sent me a reassuring smile, which helped me relax. When I made it to the table, I set the glasses down in front of each of them and pulled out my order pad, looking at them expectantly, desperately trying to control my shaking hands.
Four of the men looked to the fifth, the one who had hit on me, with a questioning, and an almost longing look that immediately set me on edge.
"We found what we were looking for. We'll be on our way. We'll be seeing you later." He leaned towards me when he said the last part, grinning maliciously. I pulled the tray against my chest and turned away, heading for Sam and Dean's table. I turned around once, only to be met with a predatory smile from the man they had called Tony as they walked out of the diner, the doorbell jingling as the door shut behind them.
I shuddered and rushed to my only other table where Sam and Dean now stood. When I approached, Sam touched my shoulder softly and I looked up at him, fear coursing through me.
"Are you okay? They didn't hurt you did they?" Sam asked as he looked me over. I started to shake my head as he lightly touched my wrist and I gasped and jerked away as a wave of pain shot through my wrist.
"Dude, what the hell? That wasn't there before." Dean muttered as he gently turned my wrist over, assessing the damage. I looked down at it and saw a dark, angry purple bruise in the shape of a hand wrapping around my wrist.
"H-how? That shouldn't have bruised already…" I whispered to myself.
I missed the glance they sent to each other, but felt it when Sam laid his hand on my upper arm.
"Okay, this is going to sound really weird, and I swear I'm not trying to hit on you," I couldn't help the snort that escaped me when he said this. He ignored me and continued, "But I think you would be safer if you came back with us tonight." Fear and shock were the first things I felt.
"NO!" I pulled away violently, banging into the table behind me. "No, I'll be fine." I tried to sound confident, but I was filled with so much fear and uncertainty. The boys strangely made me feel safe, but I had just met them today and there were some very crazy people out there. No way was I going to be the headline of the paper because I went home with a pair of mass murderers.
"Easy there! We aren't going to hurt you. Look, we'd feel much better if you'd at least let us drive you home alright? We'll leave right away we promise." Dean said soothingly. I felt my resolve chipping away as I saw the kindness and sincerity in their eyes. I let out a deep sigh and sent them one last calculating look before slowly nodding my head as I wrapped my arms around myself.
"Alright then, grab your stuff and let's bail!" Dean smiled as he grabbed his bag from his seat and stood at the door, watching us expectantly.
"Dean, we haven't even paid yet." Sam chided and turned to me.
"I can't charge a customer for food I dropped on the floor." I swatted the plates on the floor when I saw no one else was looking. "Oops! I'm so sorry you guys!" I sent them a wink of encouragement that Dean caught on to immediately.
"What the hell?! I'm not paying you to throw our food around! I wanna talk to your manager!" Right then, my boss Heidi walked out with a fake smile plastered to her face as she approached them.
"Is there something the matter sir?" She asked as she twirled a lock of her bleach blonde hair around her finger and pushed her chest out slightly as she looked Dean up and down. I cringed as I saw her husband Tom watching her display with disgust and annoyance from the kitchen. I felt bad for him, he was such a sweet man and he just put up with her for Anna and her little brother Jordan's sake.
"Yes! This poor woman is so overworked that she can't even hold onto the plates! How long has she been here?!" Dean ranted and customers started to stare and my boss was getting uncomfortable. She turned to me and gave me a forced, and obviously fake, sickly sweet smile.
"Maya, you've done good today, Anna and I can close up, why don't you go on home? Thank you for bringing her exhaustion to my attention. Have a good night gentlemen, next time you come in, dinner is on the house!" She gave Dean a sultry smile and swung her hips as she walked back into her office.
I had to stifle a giggle as I took off my apron and grabbed my keys, purse and jacket from underneath the register. I turned and saw Anna heading my way. I smiled at her as she approached and she giggled as she walked up to me.
"I heard what happened with my mom. That was awesome! Definitely one way to get off work early! So who are the guys?" She gestured to Dean and Sam, who were waiting for me at the door, talking in hushed voices to each other. She brushed a lock of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear as she tried to inconspicuously ogle them.
I chuckled and shook my head at her before responding. "Just a couple guys I met. They're going to give me a ride home. After the incident with those other guys earlier I didn't really want to walk back to my apartment." I suppressed a shudder as I remembered the man who hit on me, his eyes dark and violent, black hair cropped short. He would have been attractive if he wasn't so creepy.
Anna sent me a worried look as she glanced between me and the two men at the door. "Are you sure? I can give you a ride home if you want. I saw how scared you were earlier, what happened?" I smiled at her concern, shaking my head.
"It's okay, they're alright. I'll text you when I get home. If you don't hear from me by…"I glanced up at the clock and saw it was quarter to nine, "Ten thirty, then send the cops after me." I joked and she glared at me.
"Not funny Maya. Be careful okay? I'll see you Friday! And you better be ready to tell me what's going on!" She pulled me into a hug and skipped over to one of her tables. I turned and finally made my way over to the guys and smiled shyly.
"Thanks for that Dean! I don't remember the last time I got to leave work early." I stretched my arms over my head as I followed them out of the diner and over to a very old school black car. As we approached, Sam walked ahead and pulled open the back door for me and I thanked him as I climbed in, taking in the upholstery. Sam shut the door behind me and he and Dean climbed into the front seats.
"Nice car." I complimented as I ran my hand over the seats. Dean smiled at me in the rearview mirror proudly as he started the car. I buckled my seatbelt and returned his smile.
"Thanks! Baby's got a lotta life in her yet!" Dean patted the dashboard affectionately.
"Uhh…Baby?" I questioned.
"Yes Baby! Every nice car needs a name!" He cried indignantly. Sam just shook his head and I giggled quietly in the back.
"So Maya, where are we headed?" Sam turned to face me as he asked. I gave him the address and sat back in the seat, enjoying the smooth ride in the car.
When we pulled up to my rundown apartment, they both looked back at me.
"Uh, you sure this is the place?" Dean asked hesitantly. Sam sent me a worried look as he took in the old brick building that was falling apart with a menacing looking short metal gate that sat in front of the door to the building. The apartment was old enough that people didn't need to ring to be let in. I was never really worried though, the neighborhood wasn't as bad as it looked, and it was mostly families and the elderly that lived in this part of town and it was only me and the elderly woman a few doors down that lived in my apartment complex.
I snorted and nodded as I climbed out of the car. Sam rolled down his window and I walked up to the window and bent over so I could talk to them. "Don't worry, Old Mrs. Jenkins has a fiery temper, but she's mostly harmless." I chuckled at his 'Really?' look and backed up a bit.
"Thanks for the ride you guys. Maybe I'll see you around." I waved when I reached the gate and watched as they slowly drove away. I pulled open the gate, latching it shut behind me and made my way to my door. I unlocked the door and walked in, turning on the lights and tossing my keys on the counter as I kicked the door shut behind me, turning to lock the deadbolt. I tossed my jacket on the couch and plopped down on the recliner next to it. It was only a few seconds before a loud meow sounded from at my feet.
"Hey Sasha. Are you hungry pretty girl?" I cooed to my calico cat as she rubbed against my legs eagerly. I stood up and walked down the hall to the bathroom connecting to my bedroom where her porcelain food dish sat empty on the floor. I opened the cupboard under the small sink and pulled out a can of food. I pulled open the tabbed top of the cat food can, wincing as the motion strained my injured wrist and scraped it into her dish. She rubbed her face against my leg one more time before digging into her dinner.
I walked into my bedroom and opened the large cedar dresser, pulling out an extra-large sleep T-shirt and a pair of boy-short underwear. I went back into the bathroom and took a quick shower, changing into my sleep clothes and towel drying my hair. I opened the medicine cabinet above my sink and pulled out the Ace Bandage wrap and started wrapping my wrist in a makeshift brace.
Just as I was getting ready to climb into my small twin bed, I heard Sasha hissing and growling from the kitchen. I slowly grabbed the baseball bat that I always kept underneath my bed and slowly and quietly made my way down the hallway to the kitchen. When I got there, I froze in terror, the man that had hit on me and the one called Tony were sitting at my small kitchen table, watching Sasha with amusement as she arched her back and hissed, swatting her clawed paws at them.
When they looked up, I did the only thing I knew I could do, which was to scream bloody murder. And I did. However, I didn't get much out before Tony appeared in front of me; he backhanded me and threw me to the floor, knocking the baseball bat from my hands. I cried out in pain when my head hit the floor. I looked up and saw both men approaching me.
Fear clenched at my heart and I saw Sasha by her cat door and prayed that someone outside would see her. "Sasha! Outside now!" I called to her desperately, silently praying for her to listen to me. I mentally rejoiced when she obeyed. Tony went to follow her, but the other man stopped him. "It's just a cat. Besides, we have our catch already." He smirked at me as I grimaced and pulled my legs up to my chest, wrapping one arm around them while the other rested on my head. I felt blood drip through my fingers as I was hit with a dizzy spell.
I noticed them step closer with an odd look in their eyes. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I slid as far away from them as I could. I was too weak to run, so I sat there in the corner of my tiny kitchen as the two men crouched in front of me. I met their eyes and screamed when I saw two long, sharp fangs descend from their upper jaws.
"Don't worry love, it'll only hurt for a moment." The unidentified man said menacingly.