Another day. Another town. Another hunt. It was the life for the Winchesters; saving people hunting things, the family business. Late September 1997 has the three current Winchester men fighting a pack of werewolves, but they weren't really what you would call fighting at the moment, researching would be a more accurate term actually they were just getting dinner in a diner off a highway in Arkansas. Dean was, as per usual, checking out the blonde waitress' butt as she scrambled away to place their order. John had his journal out rolling his eyes at his eldest, while scribbling something down. Sam on the other hand wasn't paying any attention to anything except his old book given to him by Bobby, well that was until a scream echoed through the nearly empty diner: "MARCUS!" It was their long legged blonde haired waitress giving a look that could kill at the cook. Said cook, whose name was apparently Marcus, seemed to take no mind to how angry the teenager was.
"Wha'd ya need, sweetheart?" He asked in a slow southern drawl with a smirk deep on his face. That made the girl recoil putting more heat into her gaze, and if looks could kill Marcus would be dead fifty times over by now.
"You are not the owner, Stacy is. It is not your right to boss me around or lay a single hand on me. So keep your hands to yourself or I'll kick that perverted ass of yours so hard you'll never be able to walk again. Okay?" The female blows up making Dean and John trade looks at her accusation. They were both thinking she was one tough chick, Sam was actually thinking the same thing.
"Alright honey, I'll remember that." The douche bag said back earning himself a middle finger from the waitress who grabbed the food going to take it out to the Winchesters, but one of the plates is taken away by another lady. The teenager was smiling again when she got to the table setting the food down in the correct spots.
"Sorry about that boys, didn't mean for the disturbance." The girl apologized eyes fitting towards the clock on the wall. Dean was about to say something along the lines of there was no need to apologize, but he was cut off by the women who was next to her.
"Safara, sweetie, why don't you clean up early and head over to my place? You're taking tomorrow off right?" The woman whose nametag read Stacy, questions in a polite voice sounding like she was a mother. Safara, the teenage waitress, sighed crossing her arms over her chest giving the elder woman a stern look.
"I'm not going home Stacy. Nor am I not coming to work tomorrow. I need the cash and don't say you'll help this is my decision and I need to live with it." Safara said with no questions being asked and walked away leaving the Winchesters and the owner of the diner in her wake making Stacy sigh rubbing her temples.
"That girl, why does she make it so hard to help her?" Getting strange looks from all three males at the table she elaborates. "Safara showed up to town two weeks ago with nothing to her name except a car and some clothes. I hired her finding out she was emancipated and had been for almost three years now. From what it sounds like, her grandfather was abusive, the father and step mother never stopping it. Her mother died when she was young and she ain't got nowhere to go. Worst part about it is her birthday's tomorrow and I'm positive she hasn't celebrated since she's been on her own."
The Winchester family frowned at that, Sam for some reason was very interested in the rest of the details of her story, but knew better than to ask as that was her business. Dean was thinking along the same lines of his brother only differing by him wanting a relationship and not just a one night stand he usually has: an actual relationship.
There was a brief moment where the brothers eyes met and they were gun hoe to bring her along with them, even though she was only an ordinary civilian. Unfortunately their Dad seemed to sense this, saying goodbye to the owner and breaking his sons out of their fantasy by clearing his throat. Both boys looked up disappointed making John's heart break a little bit, but they had work to do before moon up to make sure the werewolf wouldn't kill anyone else…ever.
That night once all of the preparations were complete the family of hinters began slowly and quietly to enter an unused and abandoned factory to where they had tracked what turned out to be a pack of werewolves instead of just one. Their stealthiest was interrupted however by a series of twelve to fifteen gunshots making them exchange quick looks and both the rest of the way to where the commotion was coming from. They were shocked by the sight that was before them: six werewolves dead on the ground bullet through each of their hearts and a girl with long blonde hair tied into a high ponytail crouching over one of the things as if to make sure it was really dead. She stood up, turning around making the Winchesters gasp.
It was the waitress from the diner.
"Sorry to tell you but I think I got it covered. That is unless you wouldn't mind to help clean up." She tells them placing her hands on her hips sassy smirk playing at her lips.
"You're a hunter?" Dean asks incredulously eyes wide as saucers as he looked around at all the dead werewolves.
"No duh Ken doll, it's not like the dead bodies of werewolves give it away." Safara says voice filled with sarcasm as she moves to clean up the scattered deceased. When none of the men move she stops, looking at them with raised eyebrows. "Are you three jokers going to help me or what?"
Then all of them had gotten to work on the cleanup. They all stayed relatively quiet as they stacked the bodies and lit the match to burn them. There were no questions asked until everything was taken care of, then Dean's curiosity go the better of him and he wanted answers before she left them in the dust like most hunters do.
"How did you become a hunter?" The elder Winchester brother asked once the bodies are nothing but a pile of smoking ash. At his question she turned towards him a slightly shocked expression upon her face, it was as if she didn't expect any of them to ask her a question. Despite her shock however she stands up tall casting a glance upward watching the twirling smoke coming from the dust mound upon the earth.
"Stacy told you my story: run away from an abusive family. The problem is there is so much more than just my grandfather beating me." She explained never taking her eyes off the smoke, she sighs as if remembering something painful and her eyelids fall shut. The Winchester's trade glances having a silent conversation only family could have, then it was Sam's turn to speak up.
"What do you mean by more?" He questioned head tilted to the side making him look like a puppy. Safara opened her eyes as a slight smile playing on to her features as she took in the fourteen year olds appearance. John seen something in Deans eyes as the girl looked at Sam, it was something he could only describe as jealousy.
"I've known about the supernatural my whole life." She begins shifting her gaze from Sam to Dean and the elder's eye lit up with the attention making her let out a breathy laugh as she continued. "My family are all witches and warlocks, they've come by their power through birth so it's natural. The issue is instead of helping and healing with the use of their powers, they use dark magic to help the demons because demons know how powerful a natural witch or warlock can be." Safara pauses for a moment her eyes going towards the sky as she swallowed, making it look like she was trying not to cry.
"My mother on the other hand was a good witch who used her powers for healing. I was a bastard child, a mistake and burden my grandfather would say. My mom was the only one left in her family and she was killed by a demon, thus my guardianship was then transferred to my father. I was four years old. I suffered in that hell hole for ten years before I ran leaving behind the only thing I loved anymore: my younger brother. He was and is my world, and he understood why I left." She looked between the Winchester brothers with a smile her eyes practically sparking as if she could see the profound bond between them. "Never let your brother go."
With that said she pulled three cards out of her pocket walking up to the makeshift family and handing all of them a card with her name, phone number and email address. When their attention was drawn to the cards she took a step back and studied them for a moment before a sad smile appeared on her face. They all seemed to look up at the same time taking their own moment to see her as she was. She, as thought of before, had long legs which were dressed in skinny jeans, she seemed to be quite thin, and her breasts average for a teenager – something that only Dean noticed – and she had bright blue sparkling eyes that rested in a fairly attractive face. John gave her his own number along with Deans causing her to smile showing her pearly whites.
"You call if you ever need anything. Alright?" He instructs her in his – what Sam and Dean called – drill sergeant voice. This only caused her to smile more as it warmed her heart to have someone care for her. The elder Winchesters won heart seemed to melt at her smile as it felt like she was part of the family. Dean seemed to think so because he was shooting his dad pleading looks that Sammy was following his lead on.
"If I do then all of the better do the same, alright Winchesters?" She asked but it was more of an order like John put it. Dean then changed his pleading looks to her while Sam continued to attack their father. Safara laughs at his looks wide smile on her face when she shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry Dean maybe someday, but not today. Okay?" She make sure Dean nods before continuing. "You three better stay safe ya hear me? Don't do anything too stupid."
They walked her out to her car where she thanks them for their wonderful help. With her Jeep window rolled down John leans against the side of it agreeing they wouldn't do anything too dangerous. Just as she is about to pull away Sam speaks up.
"You better not do anything stupid either!" He yells at her. She smiles at him putting on her sunglasses to block the sun coming up in the horizon then gives him a cheeky grin.
"No promises pipsqueak!" She hollered back before gunning it leaving the Winchesters alone bones vibrating from the sound of her Jeep which desperately needed a muffler.