**NOTICE: This story is based off of the hit T.V. show Supernatural. All characters belong to their respective owners.**
People often take for granted their simple, short-lived lives. They forget the simplicity of their day-to-day activities. I can't complain, my life is simple too. But what do I know is, I'm just the tavern girl.
"Tavern girl, get me another beer!" Kevin shouted, still quite intoxicated from hours ago.
"I do have other customers, Kevin." I rushed back to the bar, and tried to grab every available, open, full beer bottle I could.
Kevin reached over and slapped my butt. All of his friends laughed. I turned around and glared at his table of imbibed ass-ociates. He grabbed my pants and tried to pull me toward him.
"Why don't you give me a beer," he drunkenly said as he pulled me closer to him. "And give me a kiss." He whispered in my ear, the sour aroma of beer and peanuts wafted across my face.
"Kevin, go home. You're drunk." I tried to pull away. The men at the table adjacent to Kevin's table rustled uneasily.
"I'll go home when I want to, you bitch- " Kevin gripped my arm tight, I could feel his pulse. One of the men stood and stepped forward.
"Kevin, please let go of me. You're hurting me," I tried jerking away Kevin's grip only grew tighter. The man stepped into Kevin's line of sight.
"Let go of her, now." The man had a gruff, but firm voice. Kevin's grip stiffened.
"What are you going to do about it pretty boy?" Kevin flung my arm away, and stood up.
"Don't disrespect her like that. She's doing her job." The man pointed at me. Kevin got in his face.
"Don't tell me what to do boy." Kevin pushed against the man's chest. The man stood stead fast and refused to budge. Kevin angrily pushed him again. The man grabbed Kevin's arm and flung him onto the table and pinned his arm against his back.
"Don't. Touch. Her. Again," The man gruffly pushed him to the table and released him. Kevin's friends stood and grabbed him. "Leave. Now." The man pointed to the door. My boss Matt rushed over and stood over me.
"What's going on?" Matt's confused and pained look shot toward all of us. "Are you okay? Did Kevin hurt you again?" Matt cautiously looked me over and hugged me. He looked at my knight. "Kevin, get out of my tavern. Now!" The kind man who had helped me looked at the group and shot them a dirty look. All the men hurriedly rushed to the door. The man turned around and looked at me.
"Thanks." I managed, he stared into my eyes. He smiled.
"Are you alright?" He softly touched my shoulder, the man who had accompanied him stood next to him.
"Yes, fine. Thank you," I smiled and looked at his table. "Do you want another beer?" I looked at the two. Matt smiled.
"No, that's alright." The long haired, giant moose-man said.
"Your tab is on the house. Get what ever you'd like." Matt smiled and looked at the two. The shorter one smiled and thanked Matt. I thought Matt was going to kill over. Matt swooned and headed back to the bar.
"Can I get you another beer?" I inquisitively smiled. They both nodded and sat back down. I ran to the bar, grabbed them the best beer we had and set them down on their table. "I'm Et, thanks for saving my ass."
"I'm Jimmy Plant, and this is Robert Page." They both smiled and the large moose- I mean Robert waved.
"Well, if you need anything, just let me know." I smiled and began to walk over to my other tables. Jimmy called me back.
"I do need something. When do you get off work?" He smiled inquisitively.
"In an hour." I smiled, Matt called out to them.
"She's off now!" I turned around to see his huge grin. I smiled in appreciation and turned back to Jimmy.
"I guess I'm off now," I shrugged. I took off my apron. "Do you need to ask me questions or something?" I looked at the two as I folded my apron over my arm. They looked at each other, shooting an accusatory glance at one another.
"How did you...?" Jimmy trailed off.
"You two are cops right? You look like cops…" I nervously looked down.
"Yeah, we are, but how did you know?" Robert looked confused. "We're not in uniform." He looked at his partner.
"Well, the way Mr. Plant moved, it seemed natural, almost like he's done it a million and a half times. So I guess it was just intuition?" I looked at Robert. Jimmy spoke up.
"It's just Jimmy, and we're feds," He smiled and pulled out his badge. Robert mimicked Jimmy and showed me his badge as well. "So, do you want to do this here, or somewhere more private?" His eyes glimmered, he smiled seductively.
I forced myself to regain breath and managed to spit out "m-my house, is just around the corner…w-we can go there." I blushed and watched as they stood. As Jimmy walked by he winked. I blushed harder and walked behind them.
After the short car ride to my house we walked through the door.
"Can I get you anything?" I timidly asked as I set down my coat. I turned around and asked the two. They smiled and shook their heads. I lead them to the couch and we all sat down.
"So, you work at the tavern long?" Jimmy asked as Robert took out a small pad of paper.
"Just over three years." I said smiling as I grasped a mug of warm water. Jimmy looked me over, I shivered.
"Did you know Ted Kelivoski?" Robert asked as he looked up from his notepad. I shook my head.
"Yeah, I knew him. Not well, he was sort of a recluse ya' know?" I sipped from my mug. "Aside from casual conversation we didn't really talk much. He did tip really well though. The last time I saw him he paid me a two hundred dollar tip on a twenty-six, fifty tab. I thought it was really odd." I looked down.
"Wait, he tipped you two hundred dollars?" Jimmy looked astonished.
"Yeah, he was a really sweet guy." I looked at my feet. I looked up just in time to catch Jimmy's probing look.
"Are you sure he just tipped you for being a good waitress?" His look turned serious. I laughed.
"You've been thinking on Kevin's ramblings haven't you?" I laughed as I readjusted. He grumbled a little as he furrowed his brow. "All Ted and I did was talk. He asked me how I was doing, how Matt was doing, and…" I trailed off.
"And?" Robert inquired.
"And, how I was coping with the death of my father. I didn't even think he knew my father." I looked into my mug.
"Your father died recently?" Robert asked. I nodded.
"Two months ago. He was killed in an animal attack," I bit my lip. "Since, Matt has been looking out for me." I looked at the two. Jimmy looked worried.
"Did they say what kind of animal attacked your father?" I looked at him oddly.
"Why would that matter? I thought this was about Ted's death." I furrowed my brows.
"We think they might be connected. Ted was killed by an animal too." Robert said as Jimmy looked at him.
"An animal attacked Ted? That's really hard to believe," I looked at the two. "Especially if you think it's the same animal that attacked my father." I sat back on the couch.
"We think that it was maybe the same type of animal." Jimmy and Robert gave me a cautious look.
"Why are the feds involved then?" I shot an inquisitive look at the two. "Last time I checked, the feds don't care about a Podunk town being attacked by a few animals." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"We think that someone is murdering people and making it look like an animal attack," Jimmy finally admitted. "We think your father and Ted might have had something to do with it." Before I could stop myself I blurted out.
"You have no idea what you're talking about! You didn't know either my father, nor did you know Ted," I clamped my hands over my mouth. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean that to sound that harsh. I-I just really doubt either of them to have any sort of involvement in criminal activity." I looked down and tensed. The two men stood. Robert's cell phone rang. As he answered it Jimmy looked at me.
"Do you mind if I stay and ask you a few more questions? Or would you rather my associate and I leave?" he reached into his pocket. Robert hung up his phone and looked at Jimmy. Robert whispered something into Jimmy's ear and thanked me for my time and excused himself from my house.
"I guess I don't mind you asking a few more questions." I looked down and blushed.
"If you're not comfortable with me asking you questions just tell me, ok?" He smiled and sat on the love seat.
"Alright. Are you hungry? We've been talking for more than a few hours now," I looked at him as I walked into my kitchen. "I make a mean burger." I smiled and grabbed out the meat from the fridge.
"Sure, since you're offering. That's very kind of you," He smiled and followed me into the kitchen. "So, what did Ted say he did for a living?" He leaned on the counter and curiously watched me prepare the burgers.
"He said he was an investment banker, said he traveled a lot and he wasn't going to be in town for much longer." I stuffed the patties with cheese. Jimmy looked up at me.
"Did he say why he wasn't going to be in town for too much longer?" He looked me over.
"He mentioned something about having to travel across the country to 'seal deals' I thought it was pretty corny." I smiled and set the patties in the frying pan. Jimmy looked as if he were searching some part of his brain for some key piece of information.
"Did he say where he was going to next?" Jimmy looked at me with a look of worry.
"No, But I didn't want to pry. He seemed to like privacy," I finished putting together the burgers and set one on a plate for Jimmy. "Eat up." I smiled and sprinkled chips along one side of his plate.
"Thanks." He smiled and hurriedly bit into the burger. His eyes widened.
"Do you like it?" I smiled as I rested my head on my palm. He nodded as he chewed. I chuckled and munched on a chip.
After dinner I asked if he wanted a beer, he happily accepted one and we chatted off the record.
"I gotta ask, your hair is pretty crazy, do you colour it or something?" He fingered through a few locks of my white hair.
"No, my hair is just naturally white. Has been since I was little, I used to colour it when I was a teenager." I smiled and sipped water.
"So do you have a fiancé?" he made a gesture toward my left hand, where a ring sat on my ring finger.
"No, it's just a class ring;" I smiled "I'm single." I scooted closer to him; the fireplace just wasn't putting out enough heat. He wrapped an arm around me and I relaxed. I looked up at him. He smiled at me.
"What?" he asked as he laughed.
"I can't figure you out." I softly said.
"Figure me out?" He asked. I nodded.
"You seem like a nice guy, personable, sweet, charming, and yet you're not married." I motioned to his hand. He chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah, I just haven't found the right girl I guess." He stared into the fire for a moment. I could have sworn I saw a flicker of torment in his eyes. I looked down.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be rude." That flick of unhappiness I had seen was enough to send guilt in shock waves through me. He looked at me.
"You thought you were being rude?" the corner of his lips turned upward. I nodded and looked down.
"You looked like you were in pain. I know that look. You lost someone didn't you?" My chest fell heavy with grief. He looked down likewise.
"Yeah, yeah I did." His mouth stiffened into a straight line, and then he took a swig of beer.
"Sorry." I whispered. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, where are you at? I need you to come pick me up. Call me back as soon as you can." he hung up his phone and looked at me.
"Do you need a ride?" I looked up at him as I moved my hand lower onto his chest.
"No, that's alright. I'm sure he'll call me back," He smiled. "Besides, I like this time were spending together." We smiled at each other for some time. Before we knew it, I had fallen asleep cuddled up next to him, and he protectively wrapped around me.
I woke up to the pop of firewood. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Jimmy was still sleeping next to me. I looked at the clock above the fireplace.
"Three thirty?" I yawned. I looked at Jimmy. "Jimmy, Jimmy wake up." I whispered to him as I gently shook him. He jerked awake. I jumped and almost fell off the couch. He caught me and pulled me on top of him. I blushed as I looked into his eyes. He smirked and kissed me. Butterflies stirred in my stomach, and I could have sworn I was going to cough up monarchs. His lips were warm and inviting. I was surprised at how soft they were. I kissed back, drawn in by his soft touch. I broke off for air. I looked at him; I could feel my cheeks were red and hot. He smiled like he had in the bar and grabbed my butt. I squeaked out an odd noise. He laughed and kissed me again. I welcomed his kiss. He picked me up as he stood. I nervously grabbed onto him, well it was more of a cling than a grab, but who am I kidding? He let me down and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked at him.
"Did you mean to do that?" I managed to exasperatedly ask him.
"Yes, and I mean to do more," He chuckled and kissed me again. "Take me to your lair." He held my hand. I smiled and walked up the stairs with him. We walked into my room and he closed the door. He led me over to the bed and began kissing me. He unbuttoned his shirt. I took over for him as he started to pull my shirt over my head. He pulled down my pants and sat me on the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and brought down the zipper. I blushed as he dropped his trousers. He laid me out on the bed and kissed my neck. I shivered in excitement. He unlatched my bra and pulled it off in one fell stoop*. I nervously grabbed my bare chest. He looked at me.
"What?" His words came out breathy and exasperated. I shook my head and looked down. My face reddened as I looked at his boxer briefs, it was apparent that he was ready. I looked up at him. He kissed me passionately and pulled my hands from my chest and laced his fingers in mine. We sat there enjoying the moment for quite some time. He pulled my panties off and did away with his beefy Hanes. He kissed me softly as we enjoyed our time together.
After what seemed like hours, he arched his back one last time and thrusted his hips into mine. We shook and settled. He kissed me softly as I brushed a bead of sweat from his forehead. He smiled and lay next to me. I nestled myself close to him and laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat rapidly. It slowed to a steady beat. He caressed my back and I fell asleep.
*one fell stoop is old Edwardian English, this is the correct saying akin to "one fowl swoop" or "one foul swoop"