Supernatural

Rowena stepped out of her beat up, old 1954 Buick, slinging her green and brown backpack over her shoulder. She strutted into the bar that just opened its doors. The moment she stepped in, men all over stopped, whistled, whooped and made disgusting comments. Rowena closed her eyes, sighed and then headed over to a booth in the corner. She sat her junk next to her and laid her head back in the seat. She had gone 72 hours without sleep, tracking her sister. After a few moments of resting, she sauntered to the bar.

"What'll you have?" the crabby old bartender asked as he wipe the counter with a dirty rag.

"Just a cupful of hot water," Rowena said, absentmindedly as she went through her pockets. Everyone in a three person perimeter gave her a weird look.

"You know Princess, we do sell alcohol here," the bartender said, still slightly confused. Rowena looked up. "Yes, I realized that. And I asked you for hot water," she insisted with obvious attitude. The bartender gave her an angry look and went to go get her order. Within the few minutes he was gone, Rowena noticed two boys enter. They were her age, maybe a little younger. The bartender then stormed back and basically threw her the cup of hot water.

"Thanks, jerk," she mumbled before going back to her seat in the corner. She took out some tea leaves and put them in the water. After stirring, them around for about thirty seconds, she dumbed the water on the floor and began to read the tea leaves in front of her. "Dammit," she mumbled as she saw signs of confusion, surprise, and relatively unhappy things. She then sat down the cup and put her head down. This was going to be harder than expected. She'd been tracking her little sister, Vivian, for nearly five years. She began to center herself and then opened her eyes to see the boy who had come in before. The tall one spoke; he was alone.

"Were you just reading tea leaves?" he asked.

"Maybe. Gonna throw me out if I was?" she snapped.

"No, no, no. It's just…you don't seem the type that would be into-" he began, taking a seat across from her.

"Into what?" she asked, slightly insulted.

"The supernatural," he answered, a little quieter.

"What, because I'm a 'pretty girl'?" she asked, annoyed.

"I didn't say that! You know what? Nevermind. You have a goodnight," he said, giving up but keeping his polite tone. Rowena said nothing as he left the bar to the parking lot. After a few minutes, Rowena took out her map and analyzed it. "Come on Viv, where are you?" she mumbled to herself.

"Want more hot water, sweetheart?" the bartender teased.

"Bite me," she mumbled, "And get me the best drink you've got."
She was no fun anymore. She used to laugh and was happy, but ever since Vivian was persuaded to the side of evil, she had become completely serious in every aspect of life. She couldn't even remember the last time she laughed.

"Rough night?" as voice asked from a few stools over. Rowena looked over and saw a smiling man, who drained his drink.

"What are you drinking?" she asked, totally ignoring his remark.

"I think they're called purple nurples," he said with an intoxicated chuckle. Rowena moved down a few seats. She took one and drained it quickly.

"They're good," she commented with a smile. "Give me another," they then clinked glasses and drank again. "I'm Rowena by the way," she said, wiping her mouth.

"Dee Snider," he grunted with a chuckle.

"Isn't that the lead singer for Twisted Sister?" she asked.

"Don't think so," he said unconvincingly. They both began to laugh.

"You're such a liar," Rowena said with a grin. Dean finished off his drink and then turned to face her.

"Dean," he answered with a seductive and intoxicated grin. Rowena caught him looking her up and down.

"You want a piece of this?" she asked with a sultry voice. Dean didn't answer, but the answer was obvious.

"Where you staying?" He asked, eyes down at her boobs.

"Well, I was going to go home to boobtown…" she said with a chuckle. This caught his attention.

"Take me there," he demanded desperately. Rowena ignored his request and took a drink of beer, "So what do you do Dean?" she asked, trying to get his eyes off of her body. It took a minute, but finally, Dean answered.

"A little of this, a little of that. You know…" he said, looking into his drink. Rowena looked at him, very very suspicious.

"You're hiding something. Very mysterious," she assured him with a funloving smile. "Its hot."

Dean seemed to cheer up at this. "Yeah, it is, but sorry. You can't have this," he said motioning to his body with a dirty grin.

"Such a dirty boy. And truth be told, if I wanted to have sex with you and do things to you that you've never even heard of, you'd let me. And you'd thank me afterwards, so don't tell me that I can't 'have this' when clearly you're my bitch," she joked bluntly, half serious. "You want to-" he began, a little hopeful.

"No," she said, cutting him off with a smile. Dean frowned. Rowena 1. Dean 0.

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Lily folded the local newspaper she had started to read and slipped it under the bench-seat of the '67 Chevy Impala as Sam got back into the parked car.

"You know you'll have to get back in the front seat when Dean's done in there," Lily smiled as she turned to face her boyfriend.

"What?" Sam asked, his body only turned slightly (he was so dang tall!).

"You'll need to be the designated driver. Do you think Dean's coming out of there sober?" Lily replied. Sam chuckled gently, "You're probably right."

"As usual," Lily teased as she situated herself half on Sam's lap.

"I don't know how Dean and I survived without you," Sam admitted laughing at the thought.

"Me either," Lily replied with a shrug. There was a moment of silence before their lips met for a lengthy kiss. Breathlessly, Lily pulled away, "Oooh, boy, Sam Winchester you drive me crazy."

"It's a gift," Sam kissed her again. After it ended, Sam posed a question, "How long do you think Dean will be?"

"Hm. Another hour," Lily nodded.

"Agreed," Sam replied before they leaned in for another kiss, but Lily jumped when the car door opened.

"Hey, lookie here, Sammy may just get lucky," Dean laughed as he slid into the car. "Hey, I met a wiccan in there. She was hot," Dean made a whistling noise through his lips, "She likes what we do. At least, when drunk anyways. So I gave her my number," He explained.

Sam rolled his eyes. He knew Dean only wanted into her pants, "And what did you tell her we did this time, Dean?" he asked as Lily untangled herself from hom and took her seat again, "Casting agents, FBI?"

"The truth," Dean nodded as Sam got into the drivers seat and shut the door.

"The truth, Dean?! Why would you tell her the truth!? You know how dangerous that is!" Sam exclaimed.

"Dude, I already told you-" Dean began to defend himself.

" 'She was hot' is not an excuse!" Sam replied.

"No, Sam. She's a wiccan. Kinda related to our line of work," Dean leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

Sam glanced back at Lily with a wary expression before he started the car and headed towards the nearest motel.

Sam parked in the lot of Motel 6 and he shut the Impala off. Dean had fallen asleep (or passed out) in the passenger seat. Sam raised his hand and shook Dean without a word. He woke up, but Sam and Lily both beat him out of the car and to the trunk. They grabbed their things and headed into the room. Dean ddin't say anything until they'd entered room 12 and he popped two aspirin into his mouth.

"Why is there only one bed?" Lily asked.

"It was the only vacancy," Sam explained.

There was a moment when the three looked at each other carefully. Dean was the quickest and he threw his bag onto the bed, "Dibs."

"No way!" Sam exclaimed, "There's two of us and only one of you," he fought.

"I'm the oldest," Dean smirked.

"Yeah, well, I'm the tallest," Sam retorted in the same child-like manner.

"Boys!" Lily said, "There's only one way to settle this," she looked at both brothers. They didn't seem to get it right away. "Rock paper scissors," She looked at them carefully. That's how to settle things the Winchester way.

Dean slept soundly on the couch that night.