Sam groaned and furrowed his brow in annoyance when the Impala stopped without warning. He'd been sleeping and smacked his head on the window when the car suddenly stopped.
"You mind taking it easy on the brakes Dean, my back is killing me." He complained.
His older brother turned off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition. He rolled his eyes at Sam and chuckled.
"You're getting soft Sammy, it wasn't that bad." Dean teased.
"I got thrown down a well by a ghost Dean. Wells are full of water, its December. Water freezes in the winter and ice isn't exactly the softest thing to fall on." Sam explained sarcastically like he was talking to a child instead of his big brother.
"Yeah well it was only a little well, suck it up." Dean laughed. "Come on I'm starving." He ordered and jumped out of the car without waiting to see if Sam would follow.
Sam stared out the window and grimaced. The car was parked in a dirt parking lot in front of a bar. A red neon sign with half the letters burned out proclaimed the name of the joint to be The Pig Whistle. He wondered for what was probably the billionth time why they couldn't ever eat at a place that had heard of things like trans fat and cholesterol and knew that they were both bad.
A light flurry of snowflakes was falling from the sky, making Sam even less excited to get out of the car. He'd dried off a little since his fall down the well and through the ice, but he was still cold and damp. He let out a pained sigh and hurried after Dean into the bar.
It was fairly quiet inside. There were only a handful of customers drinking, most of them alone or in pairs. A cloud of cigarette smoke hung in the air, illuminated by the hanging lamps over the bar. An old juke box which looked ready to die was playing a Hank Williams song. The whole establishment was pretty much like every other small town dive bar that Sam had ever been in.
"Table for two boys?" A girl asked in an amused voice, interrupting the brooding thoughts in Sam's head.
He'd been staring down at the floor when she walked up so the first thing he saw of her was her shoes. They were black work boots, steel toed if Sam guessed correctly, shoes that you usually saw on construction workers, not waitresses. His gaze travelled from her feet to her calves, both of which were clad in black and white striped knee socks, definitely a weird combo with the work boots. Her legs past the knee were bare, pale white, and toned without being overly muscled. A black tattoo began a few inches above her right knee and wrapped up her thigh towards her stomach. The tattoo was scrolling words written in Greek, a language which he could read a little of but not enough to understand her tattoo.
She was wearing a pair of denim cut off shorts, so short that he could actually see the white fabric of the pockets sticking out the bottom. Sam felt his throat constrict and he was suddenly very aware of his heartbeat as he took in her shapely waist and the few inches of bare stomach which was showing between the shorts and her shirt. Her stomach was flat and sported both a silver belly button ring and the last few inches of black tattoo which had started on her leg.
Her shirt was a tight white tank top which hugged all of her curves and clearly showed her nipples pushing at the thin material. Her breasts were full and round, not too big and not too small, just the way Sam preferred them. Her shoulders, collar bone, and neck were just as pale and flawless as the rest of her body was. She was wearing a silver circular pendant on a silver chain around her neck. The necklace hung down between her breasts and reflected the lights of the bar into Sam's eyes.
Sam felt the breath leave his body when he looked up at her face for the first time. She had small features, a Cupid's bow mouth and a cute pixie nose. Her eyes were wide and so dark blue that at first glance they almost appeared black. She had long black hair which hung down her back like a shiny thick waterfall of hair.
Sam managed to catalog all of these little details about her in the few seconds that it took her to instruct them to follow her. He glanced to the side and saw that Dean was taking in the waitress with the same amount of appreciation that he was. Sam stumbled a little as he moved to follow his brother and the beautiful waitress towards their table. His face flushed red with embarrassment and he hoped she hadn't noticed his clumsy move.
Dean gave him a smirk and pointed at the waitress' back. So Hot! He mouthed.
Sam nodded in agreement and took his seat.
"I'll be right back with your drinks." She said, her voice still sounded amused, like she knew the punch line to a joke neither of them had told her yet.
"Uh we didn't tell you what we wanted…" Sam tried to point out, but she had already hurried back behind the bar.
"Damn Sammy she is fine. Not too bright though is she? I mean how's she gonna bring us drinks if she doesn't know what we want?" Dean asked as he leaned back in his chair.
Sam shrugged, "Maybe she meant she was going to bring us the drink menu." He pointed out, not sure why he was defending a total stranger, even one as hot as this one.
"Yeah, like this place has a drink menu." Dean muttered under his breath.
"Alright here you fellas go." She said brightly as she hurried back to the table with a drink tray in one hand.
Sam was about to remind her that they hadn't ordered any drinks, until he noticed what she had brought them. In front of Sam she set down an iced tea with a wedge of lemon and in front of Dean she set down two bottles of beer. Sam raised an eye brow at his brother and saw that Dean had the same amused and bewildered look on his face that Sam knew was on his own face.
"Thanks, nice instincts." Dean complimented.
She shrugged and flicked a long strand of black hair over shoulder. "Not really." She answered nonchalantly.
"I'll be back in a bit with your food boys." She informed them with a bright grin before turning around to walk away again.
"You know you brought me two beers right?" Dean called to her back as he picked one up and took a long drink.
"I know I did Dean." She called without turning around.
"She knew your name." Sam pointed out.
Dean gave her a suspicious look and was about to stand up when a man at the pool table backed up and bumped into Dean's hand, sending his beer crashing to the floor. The two brothers stared down at the foaming beer as it spilled from the bottle. Dean picked up the now empty bottle and watched as another waitress hurried over with a rag to clean up the mess.
"Sorry bout that son, I'll buy ya another beer." The cowboy who had caused the spill apologized.
"Don't worry about it. I've got another one." Dean assured the man, sounding distracted and irritated.
The pool player shrugged and returned to his game.
"So what is she?" Dean asked Sam.
"Psychic? I mean she knew your name without you telling her. And she knew what both of us were going to order to drink." Sam pondered, thinking out loud.
"She knew that beer was going to spill too. That's knowing the future, how many psychics can do that?" He asked.
"Not many." Sam admitted. "Or really any that I know of. Telling the future isn't easy. I mean the future isn't linear it changes depending on the decisions made by every single individual and how those decisions effect…"
"Sammy spare me the braniac ramblings. Just tell me if I need to think about killing her, cause I'll do it if I have to, but it'd be a damn shame taking out something that fine." Dean interrupted.
Before Sam could reply the strange girl appeared once again with a tray in her hand.
"Here you go." She giggled as she set down plates of food in front of them.
In front of Sam she put down a plate containing a grilled chicken breast sliced over a green salad with dressing on the side. In front of Dean she put down a plate with a steak on it, so bloody that it may as well have been raw. The closest thing to a vegetable on Dean's plate was the pile of french fries, just the way he liked it.
"Hey how the hell are you doing this?" Dean asked as he reached out and clamped a hand around her slender wrist so that she couldn't hurry away again.
Instead of looking angry or afraid she grinned and gave Dean a look that was a cross between smug amusement and sympathy. With one quick yank she pulled her arm out of Dean's grip and took a step towards the brothers. Then in a move that shocked the hell out of Sam she actually reached forward and ruffled Dean's hair like he was a young kid. Dean jerked his head away and glared at her.
"What the hell are you?" He demanded, his voice rising in volume.
"Them boys given you trouble Millie?" The gruff bartender called.
"Not even a little bit Bill, I got this." She assured him with a giggle and wave of her hand.
She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, making her breasts push up into an even greater cleavage. Sam again felt his throat tighten and heard his pulse pounding in his ears as he took in the pale creamy skin of her chest.
"I'll make you a deal Dean. You enjoy that steak that I brought you and after I'm done with my shift in half an hour I'll sit down, have a beer, and tell you my whole life story." She said, her voice a low purr that made Sam hard just hearing it.
She stepped away before he could argue and returned to the bar. Bill gave the boys an angry warning glare before he returned to pouring drinks.
"Um…" Sam started, but really could think of nothing to say. The girl definitely had powers of some sort, but so far she hadn't done anything even remotely evil.
Sam's mouth fell open in shock as Dean cut into his steak and shoved a huge bite into his mouth. "Do you really think we should be eating anything she brought us?" He asked skeptically.
Dean slowed his chewing and seemed to investigate the food in his mouth. After a second he shrugged, swallowed, and then took another bite.
"Tastes good to me." He commented around a mouth full of food.
Sam watched him rip into the steak for another second before his hunger finally got the better of him and he ate as well. He figured if she did want to kill them she could have tried something already.
Dean sat back in his chair and let out a belch after his meal was finished. He picked up his beer and drained the last of it into his mouth and idly wished that he had another one.
Before he could actually think about ordering another beer, the strange beautiful girl was standing in front of him with two beers in her hands. She gave one to Dean and then took a long drink of the other herself.
"I figured you'd want another one of these." She quipped.
In one smooth movement she pulled a free chair away from the table and swiveled it around. She swung one leg over the chair and sat down straddling the chair resting her arms on the back rung.
"So do you mind telling us who you are now?" Sam asked.
She held up one slender finger indicating that Sam should wait for a minute.
"Brandi can I bum a smoke?" She yelled over her shoulder with her finger still up, silencing Sam.
The waitress who had cleaned up the spilled beer earlier sauntered over and held out a pack of Camel cigarettes. The beautiful black haired waitress pulled one from the pack while simultaneously pulling a lighter from her back pocket. She lit the cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled making a noise of total satisfaction while she blew the smoke into the air.
"Thanks hun, I'll pay you back I swear." She purred to Brandi the waitress.
Brandi nodded and walked away, leaving the Winchester brothers alone with the strange beauty.
"So I'm guessing you two have picked up on the fact that I'm not an ordinary waitress." She mused as she smoked.
"How the hell do you know our names? And how'd you know what we were going to order? And how'd you know that beer was going to get spilled?" Dean asked.
"Wow Dean simmer down. You know being this high strung isn't good for your blood pressure." She said with a laugh.
"I'm not high strung!" Dean pouted. "Sammy tell her I'm not high strung." He ordered.
"Well sometimes you can get a little intense Dean." Sam replied hesitantly.
Dean glared at his younger brother and then turned back to the girl. "Ok Millie so you want to start answering our questions?"
She gave him an angry glare and took another long drag on her cigarette. "The name is Amelia. Only Bill calls me Millie and I hate it when he does it."
"Alright fine. Amelia start talking." Dean ordered.
Amelia gave Sam a grin then, a private grin like they were old friends. Sam felt his breathing and pulse speed up just from one smile. His erection was so sudden and so hard that he had to shift uncomfortably to lessen the tightening in his jeans. He couldn't figure out just what it was about this girl that turned him on so much. True she was probably one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, but it still didn't explain the instantaneous attraction that hit him whenever she even glanced in his direction.
"So how was the hunt today? Sam is your back alright? I have Tylenol if you need it, or maybe something stronger?" She asked kindly and rested one hand on Sam's wrist.
"Quit stalling. Who the hell are you?" Dean snapped.
"I'm a gift. A gift sent just for the two of you. Kind of a payoff for all the good you've done in this world." She explained.
"That doesn't answer any of my questions." Dean growled.
Sam narrowed his eyes and stared straight at Amelia. "If you're a gift then who are you from?" He asked suspiciously.
"Bingo Sammy. You asked the million dollar question. You want to know who sent me?" She asked.
The brothers both nodded and watched her expectantly.
"I was sent by The Gods. They stuffed me into a human body and sent me here just for you. You two have just won the cosmic lottery."