Hey everyone! This is a prologue for my new fic, A Vision in Red (name might change), and has an OC in it. I hope you like it, and please review!
Rated T for Supernatural reasons. I own nothing but the OC.
Dean Winchester never envisioned himself in an actual relationship with someone, much less starting to fall for that person. However, that all changed when he and Sam were on a hunt and ran into a vision in red.
They were on a hunt in March, somewhere in the suburbs of Cobb County Georgia. A school had burned down and they thought that something supernatural might have had a hand in it, since there was a report of soot being found on the school's grounds. They were going around, asking people about what happened, the usual fake FBI thing. They decided to go grab lunch at a local restaurant, and Dean grinned when he saw a blonde in a red leather jacket sit next to him at the bar. "Hey, what's your name?" he smirked at her and she glanced at him with a disgusted look. Then she got up and moved farther away from him. He looked shocked, not very used to being rejected without even having a chance to make an ass of himself. Another girl that he hadn't noticed looked over at him and smiled in amusement from two seats away. "Ouch. Looks like you caught her on an off day." She joked from around her soda.
He looked her over and smiled. "What about you?" he asked the red head. She wasn't necessarily skinny like the blonde had been, but she wasn't even near chubby. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her hair was long and dyed a brighter red on the tips. She had on what appeared to be very thick black tights and a loose black shirt with combat boots. She wore three rings, one a simple arrow ring on her left hand pinkie, another two theater masks on her right hand ring finger, and the last a class ring on her left hand ring finger.
She tilted her head, allowing the light to catch her high cheekbones and green eyes, and smirked. "It's been a good day so far. Where are you from? I don't recognize you from around here." She asked, her voice easily loud enough for him to hear, a slight southern accent was barely even noticeable.
"You're perceptive." He grinned and moved so he was sitting next to her. "Happen to know what happened to the school? The one that burned down recently? I've been hearing all sorts of theories." He asked, avoiding her question. She placed her soda down and looked at it as she swirled the straw around in the cup.
"You mean Mableton Elementary School? It was probably just some drunken teens messing around. This area is full of kids that think they're thugs, but they really aren't." She shrugged and smirked as she looked back up at him. "I went to school with some kids like that."
He nodded and raised an eyebrow. "When did you graduate?" He asked, eyes flicking to the class ring on her finger.
"I was class of oh-five." She chuckled.
"You're twenty-nine?" He asked, smiling. "You look twenty."
She smirked and sat back. "I'm twenty-eight. Graduated a year early. How about you? You look to be in your mid thirties." She tilted her head slightly.
"Thirty six." He chuckled. She nodded and placed a five on the bar, then stood. "I better get to work. Nice meeting you..."
"Dean."
"Nice meeting you Dean." She smiled and nodded. "See you around then." She said and started to walk away.
"Wait, can I contact you later if I have more questions? And get a name?" He asked, looking after her as she paused and turned to him. With a smirk, she pulled a sharpie out of her back pocket and walked up to him. She uncapped the marker and took his hand, palm up, and wrote down six numbers.
"You can get the other four and the name if I see you again sometime." She smiled and turned, then walked off with his eyes following her.