Runaways: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter One: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

(Ain't No Rest for the Wicked - Cage the Elephant)

"Please tell me you found us a job." Dean said to his brother, who was in shotgun. They were speeding down a nearly deserted highway, Dean pushing way over the speed limit.

"Yeah, I think I've got one." Sam flipped the newspaper he was examining back to the front page.

"Awesome."

"So get this. Over the past three weeks, there have been four suspicious murders and two grave desecrations in Dallas. One of the-"

"Texas?"

"No. Oregon. Anyways, one of the murders was a kid who went camping in the woods, ended up inside out. Another was a teenage couple in the same woods, drowned in the river, bodies never found. Last one was a park ranger exploring the area who got ripped apart. Sound like our kind of thing?" Sam finished, putting down the paper and looking up at his brother.

"Sounds good enough." Dean veered on to the interstate, speeding up and turning on the radio.

Two days later, the Impala pulled in front of a diner in the small town of Dallas, Oregon, much to the chagrin of Sam, who wanted to go to the police station. Dean however, was intent on having some good old roadside diner grub and since he was driving, that's what they ended up doing.

"Dean, you couldn't have waited two hours so we could figure out what this was and at least talk over food?" Sam asked as they got out of the car.

"Ugh, Sammy if you're so intent on going to the police station then go." Dean said, lazily tossing Sam the keys. "But don't break my car."

"Thank you." Sam said exasperatedly, crossing to the driver's side.

Dean entered the diner and stopped for a moment to appreciate the smell before sitting down at a barstool at the counter. He examined the menu for a moment before a waitress approached him.

"Afternoon sir, what can I get you?"

Dean studied the girl for a second. She was pretty young, maybe mid twenties, and he had to admit she was pretty cute: mid length black curls pulled into a sloppy ponytail, nice fitting skinny jeans and big light brown, almost golden eyes framed by strong brows. Freckles accented her bright eyes, and she would probably seem a little intimidating if he hadn't been Dean Winchester.

"Surprise me." Dean said, flashing the smile that he knew was killer. The girl gave him a sarcastic smile then spun, scrawling on her notepad. Dean watched her retreat for a moment before looking around.

The diner was pretty small, maybe fifteen or sixteen people in it. The whole town was pretty small actually, Dean noted. The people were all pretty mellow, the whole thing was pretty drab actually. Normally there weren't four murders and two grave desecrations in towns like this, but ghosts and crap were pretty weird. Not really any ground rules with these sort of things, guessed.

The waitress returned pretty quickly, holding a big plate. It looked to be a giant bacon burger with thick cut fries, Dean's favorite kind. A smile of satisfaction played across his lips. She slammed the plate in front of him with flourish, a proud smile brightening her face.

"The special." She announced, with an edge to her voice that made it pretty clear that this was the most expensive thing on the menu, but Dean honestly didn't care.

"That looks friggen amazing." He said, his mouth watering as he pulled the plate towards him. "Can I get a beer?"

The girl reached under the counter and tossed him a cold one. Dean glanced at her nametag.

"Well thanks, Lia. Think I could repay you a bit later tonight?" He said, flashing another smile he knew always worked.

Lia burst into sudden laughter, then stopped abruptly. "No." She gave him a flat look, a spark of mischief in her bright eyes. "But you can repay me in ten minutes with a forty dollar tip!" She said cheerfully, spinning on her heel and flouncing away.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he turned toward his burger.

"Dean!"

Dean turned to see Sam coming through the door, his suit on and a couple of folders in his hands. He dropped into the seat beside his brother, putting the folders in front of him.

"So I figured out most of what's going on." Sam said.

"What's the word?" Dean said through a mouthful of juicy meat.

Sam's lip curled in disgust at his brother, but he opened one of the folders. "The graves desecrated both belong to kids who died in 1984 while on a camping trip- get this- in the woods where all four murders happened. I'm thinking a couple of vengeful spirits were disturbed, woke up angry, and went on a killing spree in their death spot." Sam finished, gesturing at the folders, which Dean ignored. Too many words.

"Sounds about right." Dean said, taking another big bite. "Salt and burn tonight, then I'm going to a bar."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course you are."

"You know where the graves are?" Dean asked.

Sam closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his brother purposely chewed like a three year old just to annoy him. "Yeah, they're in two different places. I'll take one, you take the other." Sam said. Dean nodded, and Sam sighed, pushing to his feet. "I'll meet you outside, we can go find a motel.

Dean finished his food a few minutes later, then pulled out fifty bucks to pay for his ten dollar meal. On one of the bills he messily scrawled:

The nearest bar. Tonight.

He smirked at his own cleverness before going out to meet his brother.

The boys found a motel a couple blocks over and got the cheapest room. Sam did some research and Dean decided to head to the nearest gas station to fill up Baby and get some snacks and beer.

The gas station was pretty small, and there was only one other car there when he showed up. The fuel was cheap, and when he threw open the door to the mini mart, the warm air inside was a nice contrast to the freezing wet Oregon air. Dean crossed to the back of the place to grab an eight pack and some mini donuts.

When he turned around, loot in hand, he paused, seeing the waitress, Lia, at the checkout. He was about to say something when he hear the clerk talking to her.

"There you go Mari. Enjoy, and you can grab a coffee on your way out. On the house." Lia-Mari- whatever her friggen name was flashed him a smile, collecting her bag and heading for the door, grabbing a coffee on the way out.

Dean's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he watched her go.

When he got back to the motel, Sam was deep into research mode, so Dean decided to crash for a bit. The motel beds were lumpy, but it was better than the ground, so he'd take it.

Dean slept for hours, and didn't wake up until it was dark, around eight. Sam was gone, but Baby was still outside. Dean figured he'd just gone to get food, and since it was too early to dig up a grave, he decided to go the bar. He'd driven by it on his way to the gas station; it was some place called The Lone Star, probably some dumb play on the fact that the town was called Dallas. Rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, he pulled on his boots and slid into his car.

The bar actually wasn't too shabby of a place, he'd give it that. Not enough hot women for his taste though, and most of them were in corners talking civilly with people. The beer was good, so he wasn't complaining. He was pretty sure the girl from the diner would show up, and then maybe he could figure out why she had two names.

After five or six beers Dean stepped outside to call and check in on Sam, just to be safe. He wasn't about to babysit the kid, but he wanted to be sure he was alright.

"Hey Sammy, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm just heading over to the cemetery one of our guys is at. I'll let you know when I'm done. And Dean, make sure you actually do your job." Sam scolded.

"Yeah yeah, I've got it co-" Dean cut himself off, his eyes locking on the diner girl who was getting out of her car across the street. "Gotta go Sam." He hung up, shoving the phone in his pocket.

Dean cut the girl off near an alley beside the bar. She was wearing a bartender's outfit now, and the name on her shirt said 'Marina'. He put himself assertively in front of her, angling himself so she was between him and the alley and he could easily cut off her escape routes if need be.

"So it's Marina now, is it?" He said, his face set in suspicion and his voice low and accusing. His shoulders were tight and his jaw tensed, ready for whatever might come. "Why are you following me, Marina?" His voice dripped accusatory sarcasm.

"I'm not following you, you idiot." She said, putting a hand on her hip and meeting his death glare with one of her own.

"Oh yeah? Then explain why I've seen you in three different places today, and in each place you've had a different name." Dean shot back, his hand migrating toward his demon knife.

"I'm not following you, Dean Winchester." She didn't back away from his stare.

Dean lunged, slamming her into the brick wall of the alley, a forearm across her throat. Her feet lifted a few inches off the ground, but she didn't flinch.

"How do you know me?" Dean growled, his face inches from hers.

"I hear your brother at the diner you moron. And you guys are pretty famous in the world of hunters, so it wasn't too hard to figure out." She said calmly, before pulling her knee into Dean's stomach and slamming her elbow into his jaw. He backed up a few steps, his hand going to his face as he spit blood on the ground. She didn't move, just stood there staring at him steadily.

"Now that we're even, come in and have a drink with me." She said. Dean begrudgingly followed her, rubbing his jaw.

Dean returned to his spot at the bar and the newly deemed Marina pulled him up a beer, and one for herself.

"First tell me your real name." Dean said, taking a deep pull from his beer.

"Talia Marina Nolan." She said, gulping from her own drink. "Lia, Mari, Marina. Technically all the same name." She raised an eyebrow in challenge, daring him to argue. He didn't.

"Talia. Alright. Now what are you doing here? Are you a hunter?" Dean asked, studying her. Now that he looked, her golden eyes did hold the dull edge all those in the life had. Well, except for maybe Garth, but he was special.

"Yeah, I'm a hunter. I came here for a job about three weeks ago, but took care of it quickly. I picked up a couple jobs in my first week cause I was running low on cash. I plan on leaving within the next week." She pulled up a couple more beers and passed them off to the other bartender.

"Is that what the murders and grave desecrations were?" Dean asked.

Talia nodded, taking another drag from her bottle. "Just salt and burns. Couple of stupid kids messing around on a cursed campsite woke up some vengeful spirits."

For a second, Dean very seriously considered not telling Sam and letting him dig up an empty grave, but then he felt bad for the kid. When Talia turned to help some other dude, Dean pulled out his phone and caught Sam up, then hung up before Sam could ask where he was.

"So how'd you get into the life?" Dean asked when she returned. "You're such a sweet young thing." He said flirtily. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

Talia gave him a strange look, her golden eyes a little disconcerting as she studied him intently. "Ain't no rest for the wicked, I guess." She shrugged. "My dad was a hunter, mom killed when I was young. He was a crap dad, I only met him once when I was fifteen. I lived with my aunt until i was eighteen, then got out as soon as I could. First night on my own I was attacked by a couple of vamps, but luckily that was the one thing I heard my dad mention about the job when i met him: how to kill a vampire. Of course I thought he was crazy at the time, but…" Talia shrugged again, emptying her beer. "Been a hunter ever since."

"I know a thing or two about crap dads, trust me." Dean said, raising his eyebrows at her before finishing off his beer. Talia passed him another.

"What about you, the legendary Dean Winchester?" She asked.

"That is a story for tomorrow. Maybe around nine." Dean replied with a smirk. Talia gave a short laugh, and her smile left Dean a little stunned.

"Alright pretty boy. If you're that desperate."

After a few more hours of casual talk, Dean returned to the motel with a buzz in his chest that was different from the alcohol one he usually went home with. He ignored it though, chalking it up to being drunk rather than admitting it to be the dangerous feelings it showed signs of being. He knew he couldn't get drunk off of beer though, unfortunately. Oh well. A man can hope.