A/N: I own nothing. Set early season 2
Ellen was silently pouring a bit more of beer into Sal Peters' drink, when two girls walk in. They were talking in hushed voices to each other, neither making eye contact with anybody else. The shorter of the two was dressed in leather, with ripped jeans and blonde hair in a pony tail while the taller was in a jacket with sweats and her hair was straight.
"Hi." The shorter says placing her hands up on the table.
"What can I do for ya?" asks Ellen.
"Uh two cold ones are fine," The brunette interrupts before the other could answer.
"So your last name's Harvelle?" asks the blonde.
"Matter of fact it is. Ellen Harvelle." She replied handing them two beers.
"And you wouldn't happen to have a daughter named Josephine or Joanne or Joanna or something like that?"
Ellen's glare become harder, instantly going into a protective mode after the mention of her daughter's name, "you know Jo?"
"You could say we know a Joe Harvelle," The blonde states, smirking, "well I think it worked."
"What the hell are the two of you talking about?" asks Ellen, "who are you?"
"My name's Deanna Winchester and this is my sister Sam."
Without hesitation Ellen took the holy water from underneath the counter and splashed both girls with it.
"Well we're not demons sheesh, think she'd never heard of the Winchesters."
"Oh like Eli would handle it any different De," Sam points out, "look something real bad happened in our dimension, we came here making sure it doesn't happen."
Ellen hesitated before asking, "well what happened in your world?"
"The end of the world." Deanna answered.
A/N: Odd but is it worth continuing?