Remember This is my first fanfic so be nice.
Ring of fire"My Lord, I swear its what I saw, i'm not your only oracle for nothing." A lowly voice said in the darkness. "I'm not lying tis' the what's going to happen! I would not have told you if I thought it was not of most importance." The darkness faded to reveal a stone room, dirt falling from every crack. Spider webs laced the ceiling and rats scurried across the floor. A woman was partly strung up on the wall, binded in chains, rags were wrapped around her to act as clothes and the only thing on her that was clean was her snow-white hair, that fell around her strong face and her brilliant light blue eyes.
"You say this yet it was you who told me that you would kill me if you ever got the chance." More darkness faded and showed a tall being, dresses in nothing but had fur to cover him. He towered over the woman a look of hatred on his cold, hard face. He picked up his foot and stomped on the woman's stomach. The woman's teeth clenched in attempt not to yell out when he did it again. "Corwrath" he paused to push his long dark brown hair from his face. "Corwrath you disappoint me." He kicked her in the head.
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Reaper glanced around the bar, nothing but drunks and stoners here. She sighed, it never changed, she would sing for them every night just to have a place to crash and every night no one listens. She preferred hell. She shook her head letting her short white hair fall to her face, and she started to sing 'Zombie by The Cranberries'.
"Another
head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence
caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see,
it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they
are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their
bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are
crying...
In your head, in
your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in
your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?"
Her voice rang out over the crowds, quieting them. After the first stanza they started to yell at each other, and the bar went back to the way it was before Reaper started to sing. Reaper shook her head these people were so simple. She glance to the door when it opened, a cold breeze touched her skin. Two people walked in and walked straight to a table in the back. One was taller and had longer hair that reached to about the bottom of his ear. He had a laptop snug under one arm and newspapers in his hand. The other guy had short hair dark hair the same color as the other one, it was short and spiked in the front. He held two beers in one hand and in the other hand he held a dark leather bound book. A voice rang in Reaper's head 'Winchester'.
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Dean followed Sam toward a dark table in the back of the bar. Sam wanted to find a hunt and Dean wanted a drink so they met in the middle. He sighed and handed a beer to Sam then took a drink himself. This bar smelled bad and he could have sworn he stepped on a rat when he walked in, but this was the only bar in town. He glanced around, he always liked to find a nice girl to entertain… for the night.
He looked up to the stage, at the singer. She had Short white hair and her voice was amazing. She looked over at him and their eyes locked. Dean gave her a sexy smile and winked, she rolled her eyes and kept singing. Dean never took his eyes off her.
Sam glanced at Dean and followed his eyes to the singer on stage. She finished 'Zombie' and a few people clapped; she grabbed her beer and took a swig. Sam laughed if Dean thought he had a chance with this chick he really was insane. "Oi Dean, I don't think you're her type." Sammy said with a smile and he looked to Dean to see how he'd react.
"Nah Sammy I'm every chicks type. Its you that's not her type." Dean said protecting his pride.
"Every girls type… really what about that chick in New York? Or Bella in L.A.? Or even Casey from Maine." Sam laughed he could go on and on with that list, but the look that Dean gave him told him to shut up.
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Reaper looked at the two at the table they were strange and stood out in a crowd. The short one was staring at her and giving her a sexy smile, the other one was laughing at him. He must try to pick chicks up often. She mentally shook her head to get them out of her head and she started the next song, 'Dirt on the grave by Black Label Society.'
"Ashes fly ashes burn
The sun is black ain't no return
Ashes fly ashes burn
Over and over ain't no need to learn
It's all dust on dust
It's all you and me
Out done completely out played
Just shovel some more dirt on the grave
The choices you make and the choices that are
When hell is so close and heavens so far
Ashes fly and ashes burn"OoOooOooOooOoo
Dean held his breath, this song touched him he didn't know why but he felt calm listening to it. He shook his head and stopped thinking, just listened. When the singer finished her song she stepped off the stage and went to the far corner and laid down on a bench. Dean smiled now he could talk to her. "Hey Sammy hang tight, I'll be right back."
Dean stood up and strutted over to the singer, she had closed her eyes and did not seem to notice Dean standing there. "Hey there cutie, what's your name?" Dean spoke softly only loud enough for her to hear him. She cracked an eye open and looked Dean up and down.
"Go away." She said flatly. She closed her eye and rolled over so her back was to Dean. Dean stood there, she had turned him down so quickly it wasn't even funny.
"Aww come on why don't you want to talk to me?" Dean tried to keep his cool and gave her another sexy smile.
"I'm trying to sleep. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Maybe, why are you trying to sleep in a bar?" Dean gave her a look.
"That's why I sing for them they give me a place to stay for the night. Now leave me alone." She snuggled deeper in her jacket.
"Well you know my name, can I at least have yours?"
"Reaper."