Hey everyone, so I've started a new series. This first part might be a bit unclear but it'll get better. Please review and let me know if I should continue, it only takes a second and lets me know that people are actually interested in reading.
Chapter 1:
The loneliness can consume you if you don't find a way to smoother its' ache once in a while. I was at that point again, the point where if I didn't do something about it I would no longer be in control. It has been more frequent lately. Being on the road alone for days does that to you. For me, personally, the only way to soothe it is to fall into bed with a guy who I deem attractive enough to grace my sheets. A human touch, the feel of skin upon skin… it eases my pain, even if it is only briefly.
So, again I found myself in a sleazy highway biker bar searching for another man, and another night of mindless passion. The barstool was wobbly and slightly uncomfortable but I figured the more I drank the less I would feel it's tough surface.
"One more." I said tapping my fingers on the bar signaling for another Jack Daniels.
"That's four now honey, your tabs up to sixteen bucks." The old guy who I assumed owned the hellhole.
"I can handle my liquor."
"Bet you can handle your men too." He said giving me a wink.
"I too much for you to handle cupcake, try your luck down the bar." I snarled turning my back on the bar and gazing around for the first time that night to see if anyone met my standards.
I hadn't noticed the dartboard at the back when I walked in, but now it caught my eye. Not that I was particularly interested in darts, more so the two guys playing. One had short sandy hair and the other was tall, really tall, with scruffy brown hair. They both looked fit, maybe did construction for a living. I couldn't see their faces, only the back of them but so far they were up to par. I pulled my long wavy brown hair over one shoulder and crossed my jean-clad legs. They were getting short on beer so they'd soon be headed over to the bar.
I knew I was attractive; I had a good body, smoky grey eyes, and full lips, plus confidence always helps. Not that I'm cocky or anything, I just know how to use my body to my advantage. It has come in handy many times, in various situations.
Just as the taller one turned towards me I licked my full red lips and raised my glass to take a drag, my eyes gazed at him over the rim. I had caught his attention, and he was definitely my type: tall, dark and unbelievably handsome. He had defined facial features, deep brown eyes, and that brooding expression which usually makes guys more mysterious, therefore more attractive.
I leaned back on the bar and watched him as he walked over, swirling what was left of my drink in the glass. He had a strut, not a purposeful one, it was obvious his companion was the cocky one, but a way of walking which symbolized he knew he's attractive.
"Two beers please." He requested slapping a ten on the counter.
The old guy placed them on the bar. "Anything for you sweetheart?" He asked making me swirl on my stool.
"Yeah you can top me up."
"I got that for ya." The tall guy said taking the seat beside me and placing a five down.
"Thanks, I appreciate that." That always works for guys, buying the lonely girl at the bar a drink. It's like foreplay for them.
"Anytime, you a local?" He asked taking in my long legs, and toned body as he asked.
"Nah, just passing through. Your not a local I can tell." I responded. To be honest I didn't know where my job was going to take me. Things had been slow lately, but no point in finding a home when the road is where you feel the most comfortable.
"Yeah, I'm on a road trip with my brother Dean." He gestured towards the back of the room. "Where you from?"
"Here and there, got that army brat thing going for me." I said as a way of explanation.
"Yeah, pretty much the same story. I'm Sam." He reached out a large hand, which I took.
"Riley Brooks, nice to meet you Sam. You got a last name?" He had a firm hand shake, which lasted a little too long. Not that it was a bad thing. I felt electricity at the touch, something I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Uh huh, it's Winchester." As soon as he said that I froze and pulled my hand away; I knew that name. He was a hunter, and not one I was particularly interested in being acquainted with. I didn't like working with other hunters, it only meant danger, and opportunity for mistakes. Now I had some how managed to get myself somewhat involved with the Winchester boys, who in this business were very well known by both sides.
I had known their dad; he used to work with my parents occasionally, but I had never met his boys only heard of them through the grape vine. They were good, like their dad, but dangerous because of their skill.
"I have to go, nice to meet you Sam."
"You're leaving? At least finish your drink." He said a little shocked.
"You're not driving anywhere my dear." The bartender laughed at me. "You've had five Daniels, no way in hell you're leavin' my bar with that much alcohol in your system. Maybe your little friend here will give you a ride."
"I'd be happy to." Sam smiled at me. He had a nice smile; it was sincere and made his eyes light up.
"Thanks, but I'm fine really, I have to go."
I slid off the uncomfortable stool, and started making progress towards the door. I could feel their eyes on me. I would just walk back to the motel. I had walked here anyways. I could feel my legs shaking making me aware of how much booze I had actually consumed. 'Great, I'm slightly drunk and surrounded by the most hated boys in the supernatural world.' I thought. As I went through the door I could feel her presence, a demon for sure, her energy was definitely that of something that had experienced hell.
"I know who you are." A sultry female voice stated behind me. I reached into my jacket and wrapped my fingers around a bottle of holy water; my other hand traced the pentagram tattoo I had on my hipbone.
"And who am I?" I responded not turning around, instead I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could feel her coming closer, circling towards me.
"Come one Riley, let's not play stupid here, we both know what each other is capable of." She whispered in my ear.
"Most people underestimate me." I knew it was coming, the inevitable toss against a wall.
"How predictable of you." I said as she approached me her eyes invisible in the dark.
I closed my eyes and focused all my energy on the evil in her. "Expel!" I shouted just as her grip tightened around my throat. She let out a deafening scream and the black cloud rushed out of her. The body sunk to the ground and her release on me was gone as I fell onto the ground as well. I sat there for a few minutes waiting for the nausea to pass and my strength to return. When I looked up Dean was already assisting the poor girl, and Sam stood over me.
"Are you a hunter? How did you do that?" He looked completely shocked when I finally raised my eyes to his.
This is the point I always dread. I hate having to tell people what I am, and how I do things. This time it was worse, because this time it was the Winchesters and I knew they wouldn't take a simple explanation as an answer.
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