Author note: This story was co-written with my friend ObsessedMuchXX, go check out her story Grey Motorways
Chapter 1
She really didn't understand how Dean and Sam were so comfortable here. It was too noisy, too crowded, and the drink she was holding tasted like crap. Mind you, she'd been getting used to it recently. Used to the drunks. Used to the dark and the dinge. Used to the cheap tasting alcohol. It was either this, or hunting down some evil sonovabitch. Out of the two, she preferred this. At least in here she wasn't risking her ass every five seconds.
"Lighten up, Lynn!" Dean told her, leaning over the table, "have a drink!" he flicked her almost full glass. Reluctantly, she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. It tasted like crap… but she'd had worse.
Next to Dean, Sam rolled his eyes. "Maybe she doesn't want to drink herself stupid, Dean," he said. Lynn shrugged as Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Who wouldn't want to do that?" Dean joked. Again, Sam rolled his eyes.
"Normal people?" he suggested.
During this whole exchange, Lynn had just stayed quiet, hunched in her seat, staring down into the bubbles forming in the glass. Opposite her, Sam and Dean continued arguing, but she wasn't really paying attention. To be honest, she couldn't really wait until she could leave again. She preferred hunting on her own and it wasn't that she didn't like the brothers- they were great. But at least when she parted from them she wouldn't be spending so much time in bars.
"Where the hell did you come from?" she suddenly heard. She, Sam and Dean slowly looked towards a corner, guessing who was standing there. They were right. As soon as he spotted them, Castiel made his way over, the usual blank expression on his face.
"Dean, Sam, Evelyn," he greeted. Lynn groaned.
"Please, Cas," she mumbled, "Lynn, its Lynn."
"Yeah, Cas," Dean butted in, "Call her Lynn," he smirked. Lynn shot him a look, but didn't say anything.
"I apologise… Lynn," Castiel said, as he sat down beside her. Subconsciously, she brought her hand up and started biting her nails. No one seemed to notice.
"So, Cas," Dean said, leaning back in his seat slightly, "why're you here?" Castiel looked at him as Lynn looked at Cas out of the corner of her eye.
"There is something I think you would like to know about your next hunt," Cas said. Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Well don't be all vague about it, Cas," he said sarcastically. Cas opened his mouth to speak-
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" all of their heads whipped around and they saw two men by the bar, one with a large wet patch on the front of his shirt, and another clasping an empty glass- which had probably been full about five seconds ago.
"Well maybe if you hadn't walked straight into me-!" the guy with the glass started to say as the second guy took a drunken swing at the other guys face. Even from the other side of the bar, Lynn heard the nauseating crunchas the first guys nose broke, and he went reeling back.
Within seconds, the two people were just a heap of yelling, swearing and punching. Several other people around them seemed to get drawn into the fight, and Lynn moaned as the noise rang in her ears. Maybe she preferred hunting after all.
She hadn't noticed Dean and Sam making their way over to the fight. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sam was yelling.
"Break it up!" Dean shouted.
Sam went to pull another guy out of the mess, who turned, ready to punch his face in. He cowered slightly, however, when he noticed Sam was at least a foot taller than him.
Still at the small table, Lynn cringed as something, probably a beer bottle, went flying past her head. In these past few months, she had witnessed at least five bar fights, and she was pretty sure two of them were caused by Dean. The Winchesters reallydidn't choose the best places to drink.
Next to her, Castiel was completely unfazed.
She started chewing on her nails again when the sound of sirens steadily grew louder. Sam and Dean looked up, and she swore she saw an irritated look cross Dean's face at the interruption. The brothers pushed back through the brawl, and Lynn quickly stood up, sliding past Castiel.
"C'mon," she muttered, tapping his shoulder. He looked up at her and just disappeared. Dean took her arm and gently tugged her away from the table, making sure she didn't get lost in the crowd of fighters. Even she admitted that she probably wouldn't last three minutes. Ghosts and guns she could handle. Punches and people? Not so much.
Meanwhile, Adam Milligan drove down an empty road, listening to the radio. The news was on, and it was talking about a girl who had been found dead in the girl's locker room of the local school. Adam grimaced, it was his old school. Apparently, the girl had died violently, with blood still pouring from the wounds. But no one had any idea who had done it. Or what…Adam thought.
Maybe he should phone Sam and Dean. He hadn't really spoken to them in ages. Mind you, they would know more about it. But what if it's just a normal human murder? He thought. He shook his head. It couldn't be. He knew it couldn't be a normal human murder. It just couldn't.
As he parked his car outside the block of apartments he lived in, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialled Sam's number and brought it up to his ear. It rang once, twice- "Hello?"
Author note: So this is my first story...umm... I guess please review and tell me what you think :)