The cassette slipped smoothly into the stereo and Jayda Willow turned it up to almost full volume as Green Day blared out of the speakers. Rain was beating down on the windscreen as the dark green car pulled up in the parking lot outside of the Roadhouse. Taking a moment to assess the situation, inside her car, Jay sighed, leaned over to the passenger seat, picked up her backpack and, after a minute's more contemplation, ducked out of the car and sprinted for the door of the Roadhouse. The wind tore at her dark, unevenly cut hair and the tails of her long leather coat flapped as the wind rushed past her.

Jay opened the door to be bombarded with the scent of smoking, alcohol and something akin to that of wet dogs, in front of her sat an interesting mixture of people (mostly hunters) playing poker, drinking, eating and smoking. Carefully stepping over some poor sod lying comatose on the hard floorboards she sidled up the bar, seated herself on a stool and glanced around the packed room, exchanging several nods with hunters she knew and placing her backpack at her feet. Outside the windows of the Roadhouse dark seemed to creeping in, there were a crashes of thunder and lightning which lit up the outside world for seconds at a time. Ellen, having spotted Jay, came over to take her order.

"A room and a beer, if you've got either." Jay said with a familiar smile to the older woman.

Ellen nodded, "We've got both." She turned to fetch Jay's beer and then turned back to her, placing it on the bar in front of her and waiting patiently for her payment.

A small stack of dollar bills were placed in Ellen's hand and she glanced at Jay in surprise, "I just finished a hunt." Jay explained, taking a swig of her drink. "I'll be here for a little while as I figure out where next."

"Ah," Ellen nodded in understanding and moved away to serve her next customer, and if it hadn't been for the bottle in Jay's hand it would have been impossible to know she'd been there at all.

Hours passed and the bar emptied until the only people remaining were the hunters that had booked a room or the ones too drunk to drive and were going to have to spend the night, what was left of it anyway, on the floor. Seeing as she had had only had a few beers Jay was still coherent and watched on with a slight smile as Ellen ushered the last hunters out of the door and into the wind that was screeching like a banshee with the stinging rain.

Just as Ellen was locking the door for the night there came a call from the other side, "Ellen! Don't tell me you locking the door just as we arrive is more than just a coincidence?" With a grin, that she managed to be rid of once she came into sight of who was outside, Ellen nodded a friendly greeting to Sam and Dean Winchester as they walked inside. Both soaked to the skin and Sam's longer hair sporting an interesting windswept look that Jay doubted could be called style at all. Jay didn't recognise the two brothers from experience and with a slight shrug slipped off of her stool and, having left her payment on the bar, started towards the stairs.

Sam shook out his hair, soaking Dean anew and smirked as his brother glared at him. "Dude, not cool."

Ellen quickly interceded before a full blown argument could take place, "What are you two boys doing here?" She asked.

"We wanted to talk to Ash," Sam answered. "See if there are any updates and if not, then a job."

Dean nodded and walked over to the bar, leaving Sam to talk details with Ellen. It just so happened that as he did so Dean very nearly walked into Jay, however, the two's quick reactions simply left them standing looking at each other.

"Hey," He said, a grin forming on his face as he gave her a quick once over. Rolling her eyes and grinning at him mischievously Jay held out a hand to him.

"Hi," She said, and, as Dean leaned slightly closer to her to shake her outstretched hand, muttered to him, "I guess subtlety isn't your strong suit."

Dean cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms, still grinning, as he studied her with new interest. "You know, most women would be swooning at that look."

"Well," Jay shrugged, "Clichés and all that."

"It's nice to meet someone original," Dean said, maintaining a serious expression for only a moment before returning to his sly grin.

Sam now walked over and looked at Jay with a friendly smile, "Hello," He glanced at Dean, "I see you've met my charming brother."

Jay nodded, "Yeah, though I'm not sure charming is the right word." She said, shooting a smirk at Dean who grinned. "I'm Jay." She added, realising she was yet to introduce herself.

"I'm Sam and this is Dean," Sam said, before Dean could get a word in.

"Ah, the Winchester brothers." Jay said with a nod, "Sorry about your dad." She said, genuine sympathy lacing her voice.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances and turned back to Jay, "How do you know about that?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Come on, every hunter this side of Hell and then some know about what happened to the legendary John Winchester." She said, looking at the two with no signs of being intimidated.

"How much, exactly?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Jay shrugged, "Just what we need to, he's dead."

The look passed between the brothers again, this time their expressions were more relaxed though.

Taking a glance at her watch, Jay said, "I'd love to stay and swap what I'm sure are incredibly dramatic and chilling back stories," She said with a small smirk. "But, I just finished a hunt and... you know... The job's never over."

The brothers nodded and Sam raised a hand in farewell, then walked over to the bar and continued talking to Ellen.

"Sleep well, Jay." Dean called after her, a cheeky grin on his face.

Jay paused in her step on the stairs and glanced at Dean over her shoulder, her currently mossy green eyes twinkling with amusement. "You too, Dean." She called back, quickly continuing with her smooth ascent of the stairs.


By one in the morning Dean and Sam had discovered that Ash would be no help to them until dawn at least and had moved up to their own room.

"She was interesting," Sam remarked to Dean as his brother emerged from the bathroom. Dean nodded, dropping onto his bed and looking across to Sam.

"I thought so too. I'd give myself," He paused and thought for a moment. "Two, maybe three, days." He said with a grin.

Sam rolled his eyes and flopped so that he was lying down on his own bed, "I dunno, Dean. She didn't seem like the type."

"And that's what you said in Oregon," Dean said pointedly, "And look who had to do that job basically solo."

With a small sigh Sam spoke again, "All right," He conceded. "Yeah, I was wrong in Oregon. But, she's a hunter. And, well, shouldn't you find out more about her before you start hitting on her."

"Yeah," Dean said honestly, "I totally agree with what you're saying." He continued, reaching to flick off the light switch.

"Really?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Totally," Dean answered with a smirk that seemed to carry through his voice, "I'm very interested in 'getting to know her better'."

Sam groaned and rolled onto his side, "Oh, God."

"Hey, call me Dean." He chuckled and was answered by a muffled, "Just shut up and go to sleep, jerk."

Dean smirked, "Bitch."