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Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, I really wish I owned Dean though.
In life, things are a lot easier said then done. It all started out in Seattle, a year before the devils gates were opened. The graveyard shift was the most interesting for Jayne and Caitlyn. Their life was reduced to long nights at a small local bar, many people coming in and out, the occasional drunkard getting out of control, and their favorite, the bar fights. Not the life they wanted, but it worked. The double doors swung open, which were over powered by the clanking of glasses and blaring music. Caitlyn didn't give a second look, most of the guys who came in this late were creepy, old, or just plain weird. Caitlyn would casually glance over, seeing the back of her best friend. Jayne stood around 5'1", her long dark hair wising down to her lower back, framing her ivory face. Her bangs were always pushed to the side, revealing a set of dark, chocolate eyes. Completely different from Caitlyn. She was categorized around 5"3', her arms and legs stretching out longer than Jayne's perfectly proportional ones. Her blonde hair only reached a little past her shoulders, with the casual curl at the end. Her eyes, the only thing that she actually liked, were a deep blue. Caitlyn looked down at the glass she was filling on tap, and looked over once again. This time she was caught by a pair of green eyes at the same table. Quickly, Caitlyn looked down, her cheeks heating. Jayne trotted her way over to the bar, hopping up and sliding her pad into her pocket,
"Alright, now those guys over there," she paused to look at Caitlyn, her eyebrows arching to her hair line, "reaaallll nice.".
Caitlyn laughed,"Oh god, I doubt it, they're probably weird or somethin-",
"Oh weird? Thanks."
Caitlyn turned around slowly, letting out a loud sigh and rolling her eyes
"Listen buddy, I-" Caitlyn stopped, examining the man. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she checked him over. His facial structure was rough, his dirty blonde hair seeming to be quickly styled, and surprisingly not stiff with gel like the other goons around here. Her eyes finally landed on his full, pursed lips which rested over his strong jaw.
"Uhm, Jayne, I think your order is ready." Caitlyn said, not taking her eyes away from her new interesting subject. Jayne looked around and then back at Caitlyn,
"No, its not?" she said with a subtle chuckle at Caitlyn's obviously stupid statement.
"Jayne! Your. Order. Is. Ready." Caitlyn snapped, Jayne widened her eyes, she was used to Caitlyn's temper and just would shrug it off, even if she was wrong, the fight wouldn't even be worth it.
"Fine I get the hint, dick!" she replied, hopping from off the counter and walking back towards her tables. Caitlyn let out a short breath, swiveling her head back over to the man.
"I'm Dean," he grinned.
Jayne casually strolled her way back over to the table, humming an unnamed, and probably non-existing tune, biting at the tip of her pen. Before reaching talking distance, she took in the features of the occupant of the booth. He was tall, and stalky. His chesnut hair shagged down to right above his eyes, and a little below his ears in the back, he was deep in thought, his brows furrowing together as he searched through the various pages scattered over the tabletop.
"So, uhmm", she started, rocking back on her heel,
"Sam." He finished for Jayne, flashing her a smile that made it impossible for her not to smile back, and try to keep herself from melting to the floor. He continued to speak,
"Sorry, I didn't catch your name," he breathed. Jayne pointed to her name tag, still intrigued with him,
"Oh- Jayne. And who is the one my brother talking to, your sister?" he asked.
"Oh no, that's my best friend Caitlyn," Jayne answered looking over to see Caitlyn leaning over the bar top onto her elbows, deep in conversation. "I've never seen you around here," she definitely would have noticed him before, "what brings you to Seattle?"
"Well me and Dean are..." he began, hesitating as he reached mid-sentence, "carpenters. Were going to see the house, down on the corner of fifth."
"Oh the haunted house. Two died in there last week." Jayne chimed changing her voice to add emphasis to the subject of the supposed cursed residence.
"Do you know where it is?" Sam asked, glancing over at Dean, seeing that he was pointing in the same direction."
"Sure, I'm off my shift, we'll take you" Jayne said, untying her apron and throwing it onto a barstool and signaling Caitlyn who nodded and waved Dean in their direction as they walked out.
The four strolled out of the bar, Dean holding the door and cocking his head to check out Caitlyn as she walked away. He nodded in approval and followed behind. Caitlyn unlocked their black dodge challenger, twirling the keys on the ring on her first finger.
"Alright, now follow us, if you can keep up." Caitlyn chucked, Dean walked over to their car, placing his hand on the hood,
"67' Chevy Impala. Wont be a problem." he replied smugly.
Both the cars skidded into the gates of the house, each vehicle booming loudly with music.
"Ok thanks." Dean said, giving the girls a wave as him and Sam started walking into the house.
"Oh, definitely not. We're going with you." Jayne said walking towards the house, Sam reached out quickly and grabbed her arm,
"It has a lot of... mold. It's dangerous!" Sam said looking at Dean,
"Oh yeah, lots of mold." Dean smirked.
"Well we're not little girls. So we can handle ourselves." Caitlyn snorted, following Jayne into the old, 'mold infested' house. Dean and Sam's flashlights lit the floor as they walked from around, an ominous feeling hushing their chatter rounding the corner the corner a large hand grabbed their shoulders.
"Oh damn!"
"Son of a bitch!"
Dean and Sam rushed toward the girls, who clearly had the situation under control. They watched as the girls slammed the demons into the walls, all of the unconscious before they hit the floor. Jayne wiped her forehead, using the the tip of her shoe rolling the demon over,
"Snap!" Caitlyn and Jayne said, high fiving and ending with a first bump. Old habits stuck.
Sam and Dean gaped at Caitlyn and Jayne, shocked at the sight of them snapping the necks of the monsters one by one. They reached over, grabbing the girls and pressing their hands together against their back. Dean pulled out a canteen of holy water and splashed Caitlyn first and then Jayne,
"What the fuck! I'm not a demon, asshole!" Jayne exclaimed, Caitlyn chimed in,
"Were hunters and we keep shit in check around here!"
"You guys are hunters? Alright." Dean laughed sarcastically.
"Well, Dean," Sam started, his voice soft, trying to not to get Dean worked up, "you just saw them kill 3 demons, you kind of, would have gotten your ass kicked."
"Shut your mouth Sam!" Dean growled, turning to the girls "Give me a reason why I should trust you." Jayne looked at him,
"Well we have been cleaning up your mess ever since you opened the gates of hell!" Dean gave her a dirty look and smirked to himself at his smart-ass reply,
"I didn't see you helping."
"You need to calm down, if it wasn't for us you wouldn't be here, and you would probably still be dealing with those hell risen pains in the ass. So if I were you I'd shut your mouth." Caitlyn shot back. Sam nodded his head in agreement. Jayne looked over at Sam, and surprise surprise, he was looking at her. She smiled and looked away, placing her hands of her hips, she asked,
"So boys, what REALLY brings you to this city, cause you obviously aren't carpenters." Sam replied,
"We're hunters also, and we came here to look into this, but I see you girls have this under control.
"I guess so, and I'm pretty sure you need to be working on other areas." Caitlyn said strutting out of the house. Jayne stopped on the porch as Caitlyn and Dean proceeded to the cars. A grin spread on her lips as she pulled a pen out of her back pocket, reaching for Sam's hand and grasping it by the wrist, scribbling on the top.
"-and that's my number" she stated when she was finished, looking at Sam.
"Alright, I'll give you a call sometime." he answered, a boyish grin appearing.
"Oh son of a bitch!"
"You ass!" erupted from the backround. Jayne turned to see the charger, smashed by the impala.
"Are you serious? What kind of a moron are you? You totaled my car!" Caitlyn screamed, walking over to the window of the impala.
"Well, I can't buy you a new car, but I can buy you a drink!" Dean said, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation and Caitlyn's red hot rage. Caitlyn was shook her head.
"I guess were going to have to go with you." Caitlyn said, walking around her charger, "atleast until we can get Harvey to fix this up."
"Definitely not!" Dean answered,
"You owe it to us, we cannot just sit here while you two go off causing trouble, and you totaled my car." Caitlyn said,
"You don't run this!" Dean snapped,
"I do now." Caitlyn finished, getting into the backseat of the impala while Jayne grabbed their clothes and weapons from the mangled hood.