So, as you guys know, I'm a big Doctor Who fan. I'm also a very new Supernatural fan. As of the day this story is going up, I'm only on season 2 [Thanks, Netflix!]. I guess as I progress with the series, so will the story. Enjoy!

I thought of this idea while listening to my music on shuffle. Florence + The Machine's Kiss With A Fist came on and the rest is history!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the Shows, the song this store was based off of or Netflix.


Update: Readers, I changed a few things. Nothing detrimental to the plot, just little things that mark my development as a writer. Nothing to worry about.


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"Here's one. Georgiana Oscawitz. Died two days ago of a knife wound to the heart. Looked like she was tortured and maimed in her bed. No prints, no weapon, no forced entry, door locked from the inside. Sounds like our kind of gig."

It'd been weeks. The boys had been driving from town to town, but aside from the random vengeful spirit, they hadn't come across any jobs. Not a single one. Dean was getting restless almost to the point of desperation.

"Sure it's not the husband?" Sam said, not looking up from his coffee. "Just because its evil doesn't mean it's us."

"She lived alone. No boyfriend or roommate or anything. It's in Black Mountain, only a few towns over. It's worth looking into, Sam. Come on! It's like there's nothing anywhere!" After a bit more prodding, the youngest Winchester finally agreed.


They stopped at a gas station before leaving town. Sam loaded up on unhealthy snacks in the small mini-mart while Dean pumped the gas, taking in the sleepy peacefulness of the town. They'd driven through plenty of sleepy backwoods, and he always silently envied their inhabitants; even though he knew he'd lose his mind, he'd appreciate the luxury of doing nothing.

Just then, the peaceful silence was interrupted by the loud rattling of a cruiser that pulled up to the adjacent pump. The figure was a small woman, about 5'2" if he wasn't mistaken. Clad in all black leather, complete with a black helmet, she hopped off of the bike, slung a duffle bag over her shoulder and walked into the mini-mart. If not for her curves, he might have mistaken her for a pre-teen. By the time she came back out, Sam was in the passenger seat and Dean was just putting the pump back on the hook.

Her helmet was off and thankfully so, because she was absolutely gorgeous. Her brown skin looked like honey covered in milk chocolate- it seemed to glowed from the inside. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight, low bun. Her eyes, the color of whiskey and curves made Dean's mouth water. She had a confident stride in spite of the stares she got from the backwater hicks. Before climbing back on the bike, she granted Dean a suggestive wink and replaced her helmet.

Dean climbed back in the car, feeling as if he'd missed out on something fun.


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