Sometimes in a world so terrible and ugly, the most amazing and beautiful things still persist. I guess it's just the balance of the world. Right? Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn't matter when this world can bring me the best thing of all: Love.

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a girl. The girl was fair in beauty and soul but she had a dark secret. It was something she could only tell her two best friends but that's only because they accidentally found out. In reality, she never would've told them. By day, she was a normal high school senior but by night, she was a hunter. She'd kill the most savage and inane creatures; creatures that people only dreamed of. She was a protector of the innocent, a keeper of security, but she stirred up a lot of trouble in the process.

You'd think that such a girl would have the greatest of karma, but sadly, this was only a saying to her. Her mother had died when she was about four months old for a reason only her father knew and before her father could tell her why, he too died when she was eight years old in a hunting accident. But not before he remarried another woman. This woman was different than her mother. Her mother was kind hearted and warm while the new woman was cold and black at heart. It posed as a problem for the poor girl because she was always given the short end of things. The woman had two daughters who were also just as cruel as the mother. Each was beautiful but very ugly at heart.

The poor girl looked for a way out of her life. She couldn't wait until she finally left school and with only half a year left, she'd be free in no time. The only thing she wasn't expecting was for a handsome Winchester to sweep her off her feet and take her away from her misery.

8:00 AM. Saturday morning. Pebble Beach, Maine

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I swore softly as my alarm went off. It was eight in the morning and I was absolutely exhausted from last night. I had been patrolling last night for the nest of vamps that were in town. I had killed a couple but I was determined to get all of them. I turned the alarm off and quickly got dressed. Work started at 8:30 and if I was late, Ophelia would murder me. Well not literally, but she might as well. Ophelia was my step-mother but don't get confused. She was nothing like a mother to me. She wanted everything for her two 'precious' daughters Becky and Natalie but I was of no importance to her.

I scrambled to get ready, hopped in the car and was on my way to the diner. The Anchor had been in my family for years and of course, I was the one who had to work there. My mother and father had died and left it to Ophelia, but she never did a thing for the diner. Glenda, Oliver, and Marvita were the ones that owned The Anchor now. They were well aware of the fact that my parents were hunters and Glenda and Oliver, who were married, had been hunters too. They had settled down here to watch over me and had given up the rough life of hunting. They'd tried to get me to stop but I couldn't. My parents had died for it and so would I.

The Anchor was only a couple of blocks away from my house but I will still running a bit short on time. I parked and then raced out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I stopped for a second to admire the car next to me. It was a black 1967 Chevy Impala. Damn that was nice. I sighed, in admiration before going into the diner.

"I'm here, sorry!" I exclaimed. I practically jumped behind the counter and put on my black waist apron. I had a white v-neck and denim blue skinny jeans so all I needed was the apron filled with all that I'd need to waitress.

"No worries, you're right on time," Marvita smiled.

"Thanks," I said politely.

"Table four over there could use your help," Marvita urged.

"Okay. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing well. Now there are a couple of cute boys over there waiting to be served. Go, missy!" she encouraged. And she was right. The table consisted of two guys, one brunette and one dirty blonde. They were both also incredibly good-looking.

"Hey, what's it going to be for today?" I asked, approaching the table. I got out my pencil and notepad.

"I'm going to get the breakfast special," the dirty blonde said.

"I think I'll get that too," the other one said.

"Okay sounds good. And anything to drink?" I asked.

"Just water," they both said.

"Okay, I'll let be right back," I replied, smiling in a friendly manner.

The minute I left, the two boys were speaking urgently, in hushed tones. What could they be up to? I knew I shouldn't listen but it was hard not to. I went in to the kitchen to place the order and get the drinks.

"Here's the order and, oh thanks there are the cups," I said, handing Oliver the order.

"Two breakfast specials, coming right up," he called out.

"How are you this morning, Oliver?" I asked.

"I'm doing quite fine, and you? I hope Ophelia is treating you right," Oliver said.

"Yes, well that'd be a miracle," I murmured.

"She's such a bitch. I'm not quite sure why your father married her in the first place," Oliver sighed.

"I know but love is blind, right?" I replied.

"If Glenda and I could adopt you, we would. I'm not quite sure why Ophelia is insistent on keeping you but she is. She's damn stubborn about it too," Oliver said.

"Thanks. It means a lot to me that you two would do that if possible," I replied.

"It's no problem, kiddo. Hey, who are you those two guys out there?" Oliver asked, suspiciously.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Hm, well find out for me. They look all too familiar," Oliver said, suspiciously. He tried to recall where he had seen them or why they seemed so familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. I filled the glasses with their drinks and then walked over to their table, secretly happy that I was serving them. What could I say? They were both very good looking guys!

"Here's your water and the rest of it's on its way. I'm Addison Baker by the way," I introduced, setting down the waters.

"I'm Sam," the brunette said.

"Dean," the other one said.

"Well Sam and Dean, nice to meet you," I replied, giving them a friendly smile.

"It's very nice to meet you too," Dean smirked, looking me up and down which immediately made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I then focused my eye on the car parked outside of the diner.

"You like her?" Dean asked me.

"Come again?" I asked back, shooting Dean a weird look.

"The Impala," he smirked. I could tell that this guy was a player and he definitely knew that he was charming as hell.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. How much did that cost?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's a Winchester family heirloom," he replied simply, sitting back in his chair.

"Oh yeah? Lucky. My car is… less than stellar," I replied, laughing a little.

"Sucks. But I mean, you're always welcome in the backseat of mine," he replied, winking at me. Woah, now that was just… awkward.

"I'm going to go check on your order," I replied, flushed. I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Here, order's ready. Did you find anything out?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, uh, Sam and Dean Winchester?" I replied, questionably. Oliver's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Addison, be careful. They're um, they're hunters," Oliver replied, edgy. What was up with him? I knew that Oliver didn't trust other hunters much but these guys seemed nice to be hunters. Well, Dean was rather friendly.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I knew their dad once," Oliver replied. I was dying for details now. Could it have anything to do with either of my parents' deaths?

"Oh Oliver, don't scare her!" Glenda said, coming into the kitchen. She was back from serving others.

"Okay, I will be then," I replied.

"Good, and Addison?" he asked.

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"No matter what happens, don't let them know you're a hunter," he replied.

I nodded, "Promise." It wouldn't be too hard. It wasn't something I was particularly proud of. I went out and brought them breakfast.

"Here you go, enjoy," I replied, awkwardly. Dean was just a generally awkward person so it was now officially weird. Plus, he looked a lot older. I mean, not that much older, 26, 25 maybe, but I was only 18 and a senior in high school.

"Thanks," both muttered. I walked over and picked up a wet cloth to wipe down the bar.

"Addison?" I heard someone ask. I whipped around and saw Sam Winchester.

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"Sorry about my brother he uh, doesn't know when to shut his mouth some times," Sam blushed. He had a really cute and genuine smile. There was something different about him. Something told me he didn't spend all of his time chasing girls.

"It's fine really, just, awkward I guess," I replied.

"Once again, sorry. You're probably used to that though," he said.

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"I mean, I'd think that you'd get hit on all the time," he said. "Wait, I'm sorry that was really cheesy."

So he was hitting on me too? Did they have some bet? But at least he was calling himself out on it instead of being straight up sexual about it like Dean had been.

"No it's fine," I chuckled.

"Can we pretend I didn't just say that?" he blushed, looking at the ground.

"Yes," I replied, giggling.

"So, you work here?" he asked.

"No," I replied sarcastically. Sam chuckled.

"I always wanted to know what it would've been like to have a job like in high school," he replied.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, most of my high school was spent traveling and I moved to… well I think I lost count of how many high schools I've been to but I never really had time for a job. I think I would've liked it," Sam replied.

"Oh yes, the glamorous life of a waitress," I joked. He smiled.

"I don't know, it could be fun," he said.

I shrugged, "It depends. So if you're not in high school, then how old are you?" I asked.

"I was a senior in college before I left with my brother. We're continuing our road trip," Sam replied.

"Ah, so twenty two?" I asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied.

"Well I just can't wait to get out of high school, you know? It has it's… issues," I said.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm eighteen but I still feel like a child. Technically you are until you move out so I'm looking forward to that," I replied.

"Trouble with Mom and Dad?" Sam asked curiously.

"Just Mom my Dad uh, passed away," I replied, hitting a sore spot.

"I'm really sorry," Sam said, sympathetically.

"It's fine," I replied. I laughed a bit.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I just, I don't think I've ever been this open with a stranger… ever," I confessed.

"Well some people say that I'm easy to talk to," Sam replied.

"I could use someone like that," I smiled.

"Well, I'm always open to talk," he replied.

I paused for a moment. Oliver told me to be careful but Sam seemed nice. If something happened, I knew how to take care of myself, so why not?

"Okay. I guess we could always exchange numbers," I suggested.

"Sounds good," Sam replied. I handed him my phone and he gave me his. We put our numbers in each others' phones.

"Here," I said, handing his phone back to him. "Sorry, I really don't want to bore you with my life story. We really don't have to do this."

"No it's fine. I can bet that you that my life story is probably worse," he replied.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, raising an eye brow.

"Yeah," he replied. I smiled. I think I'd find a friend in Sam.