AN: Hello, and welcome to my Supernatural fanfic! :)
Um. I don't really have anything to say (wow I'm boring.) So have fun reading I guess!
Chapter 1: When you're alone in a Diner...
I stood behind the counter at the diner I worked at, playing with some water that had dripped onto the surface. I was the only one working today, and there was nobody else in the shop. Sighing heavily, I pressed my face down on the counter top.
"Bleh." I said to myself as I stuck my tongue out. (I could be a very immature twenty two year old)
I glanced up slightly as I heard the low rumble of a car and the crunching of tires on gravel.
"Finally." I thought. "Somebody to talk to, I hope."
What I saw in front of me would change my life forever; I just didn't know it yet.
The first thing I noticed was not the particularly tall man stepping out of the car, or his shorter (but still quite tall) companion. No. The first thing I saw was that beautiful car. One glance and I knew I would never love another. It was a sleek black 67 Chevy impala, and the paint reflected the dim sunlight like it was sent from heaven. I was snapped out of my daze only when the bell on the door to the cafe rang, signaling the owners of the car had made it to the door. I nodded at them as they came in.
"She's a beauty, isn't she." The shorter one said, nodding to his car and winking at me. "I could take you for a ride if you wanted."
I laughed.
"I'm sure you could, but I'm not interested. Can I get you boys anything?"
"Uhh, just coffee." The tall one said, taking a seat at a booth.
I retrieved the coffee pot and started toward their table.
"Mind if I sit and chat with you?" I asked, smiling at them.
"Yeah, go ahead." The tall one said, uninterestedly.
"Awesome." I smiled, bending over the table to pour the coffee before I sat down.
"So, what are two boys like you doing in a small town like this?" I asked.
"We're just passing through."
"You have names?" I asked.
"I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam."
"Sam and Dean," I parroted. "Good names. I'm AJ by the way."
Sam nodded and stared into his coffee, I turned my attention to Dean. He smiled at me and I returned his grin.
"So do you guys travel around a lot?" I was curious, I had never really been out of this town.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Our job requires us to move around a lot."
"Oh really? What do you do?" I asked.
The brothers looked at each other, but before they could say anything the lights started to flicker. They looked up, I looked down. I stared at the silver pendant around my neck, it was twirling like crazy. I narrowed my eyes and instantly sprang into action.
I sprinted to the kitchen and grabbed a large bag of salt, then came out into the main room just fast enough to see Dean hit the ghost with a chair. Lucky for him the chair was made of iron.
"Not bad." I said quietly.
I carried the bag of salt over to the table and made a ring around it, then sat back down at my place. Sam and Dean were looking at me differently.
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second. You're a hunter?"
I gazed at him, wide eyed.
"Are you?"
I looked from Dean to Sam, then back to Dean again. Dean nodded to confirm my suspicions.
"Awesome!" I grinned. "That makes things much simpler!"
I paused.
"Well," I said. "I honestly don't think there's much we can do sitting here."
Sam nodded in agreement.
"Has this place ever had any trouble with stuff like this before?" Dean asked me.
"Not that I know of." I said. "I've been in here every day except weekends for the past few years to. And this building isn't THAT old."
"Okay," Sam said. "Then where did it come from?"
"My guess is as good as yours." I said, taking a sip from my coffee that still sat on the table, then let my head rest on the table. "God, I'm tired." I murmured quietly.
"You say something?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." I groaned without lifting my head. "Anyway, if we're going to kill this thing, can we do it soon? Or quickly? Or both?"
Dean chuckled. "Sure. How do you want to go about killing it then?"
"I don't know." I said, turning my head to look at him. "My best guess as to why it's here is somebody left some DNA laying around or something, but honestly we'd have to salt and burn the whole damn diner to kill it if that's the case."
"Something tells me that's not the greatest idea either."
I buried my face in my hands and thought- there was a lot to think about after all. Two boys had shown up in the most average café in the area, a ghost showed up, and the two boys just happen to be hunters? What? Any other day had someone told me something so convenient would happen I would have laughed. But it did, so I had to deal with it.
I thought back to my experiences with my dad, the one who had taught me how to hunt. I didn't want to leave the diner if we could help it, but we needed to know who this was. (And what he/she was doing here, but that's beside the point.)
"Well," Sam said. "We might as well start researching, I'll go get my laptop."
I nodded. "One second." I said.
I glanced down at my necklace, it was motionless. I stood up slowly and made my way to the kitchen, then picked up an iron pan. I returned to the table and handed it to Sam.
"Pure iron." I winked.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes, I could tell he didn't like it when Dean called him that. "Grab some stuff out of the trunk too, would ya?" He asked.
Sam nodded and headed out the door, leaving me alone in the booth with Dean.
"So," Dean said.
"So." I replied.
We spent the next few moments in awkward silence, things were much less natural without Sam around to facilitate a conversation.
"How long have you been hunting?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.
"A long time." Dean replied. "And I followed my dad around for longer. You?"
"Well," I said. "This is my first real hunt, my dad's been teaching me as long as I can remember though."
"Huh, good reaction time for a rookie." Dean observed. "How'd you know that thing was coming? I'm sure those lights flicker all the time."
I nodded at his compliment, pleased with myself, then proceeded to answer his question.
"This." I said, holding up my necklace for him to see. "It's great, my dad gave it to me before he... left. This little thing twirls when there's anything around that shouldn't be there." I smiled, showing him how the small strip of silver spun inside its cage.
"Can I see it?" He asked interestedly.
"Sure." I nodded, pulling it from around my neck and handing it to him.
My eyes narrowed as it started to spin again. Dean looked at me.
"So that means there's a spook nearby?"
I nodded and looked worriedly at the door.
"Where's Sam?"
"I'll go check on him." Dean rolled his eyes. "Probably got distracted or something."
He placed my necklace on the table, it was still spinning.
"Careful." I said, nodding at it.
Dean laughed. "This isn't my first rodeo, I can handle it."
I nodded. "Alright."
If only I had noticed his foot break the line of salt as he stood up. If only, if only.
I sat with my head resting in my hand, pulling my necklace around on the table. The piece of silver was still spinning, so I knew that damned ghost was around somewhere- I just didn't know where. Not until I felt the cold.
I sat motionless for a moment, then slowly I peered to my right where Sam had been sitting a few minutes ago. In his place was a ghost. The ghost of a child. The ghost of a small, brunette girl. One I recognized.
"Fuck." I whispered.
