Summary: On a regular hunt, the Winchesters meet a young woman named Tori Bailey who helps Dean discover what love really is. Please, please, please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
A/N: This is going to be written in first person (A style I've hardly used) and I'm rating T for now, but by chapter two or three, no doubt there'll be bad language, so it'll change to M. PLEASE REVIEW!
Going Through Changes
Chapter One: A Normal Day
I woke up at seven-thirty in the morning to that beautiful damn sound of the alarm clock beeping, the sound that everyone loves more than life itself! See, I can be a sarcastic cow at times and for that I will apologise in advance. It's hardly ever a good quality to have so I'm sorry for that, but anyway, as I was saying I woke up at seven-thirty. It was a Wednesday in early April and I had to be at work at ten o'clock in the diner I worked in, Brandi's, owned by my aunt, Brandi Harrison. I lived in Rockwood, Pennsylvania in a tiny house about a ten minute walk from the diner. I did my usual morning routine, brushed my teeth, took a damn relaxing shower, brushed my hair, had my breakfast, brushed my teeth again (I know I'm weird but I have a thing about having fresh breath when I get up), got into my work uniform and then put my hair up into it's usual style, pinned up to the back of my head with a large grip and two bits of the front of my hair by my face. I looked in the mirror to make sure everything looked okay. I'm a size ten, I stand at around five feet and eight inches tall, I have chocolate brown hair and dark blue eyes and my skin is slightly tanned. I adjusted the belt of my pink waitressing dress and pulled it down a little so the skirt was closer to my knees before checking my dark pink shoes. I preferred to wear flats because for a lot of my day I was on my feet, serving guys who, a lot of the time would check me out if I leaned over the table to pour their coffee. I wasn't like my cousin and co-waitress, Fiona; I didn't leave my number for any guy who I found attractive. I'd had three long term relationships, none of which worked out, but I made sure that every time they ended peacefully because I hate things to end badly.
With one final check in the mirror I grabbed my keys and headed out of the house to work. The walk was lovely that morning. There was blossom on the trees, the occasional car passing by, people passing who I knew and greeted and there was a warm breeze drifting through the air. I couldn't help but smile at how gorgeous the world looked today (I know it's a bit slushy but I love nature), and as I arrived into work I was in a really good mood…until Fiona spotted me and thrust a mop into my hands before putting a bucket of water down.
"Morning!" She chirped, "Wash the floor."
"Fiona, wait until the poor girl's taken her jacket and bag off."
My aunt was in this morning. For that I was grateful, since she kept Fiona away from me. I didn't hate my cousin; she just annoyed the crap out of me, so usually we were given jobs that didn't really revolve around each other.
"Morning, Aunt Brandi." I said with a smile, hugging my aunt as she came out of the kitchen with the new menus.
"Morning, dear." She said softly, hugging me and kissing my cheek before stroking my cheek tenderly, "You're getting more beautiful by the day, my girl."
"Thank you very much." I replied, kissing my aunt's cheek and moving to the back to take off my beige jacket.
The back room was unusually cold, I noticed as I took off my jacket and bag, shivering as I hung them on the peg, returning to the diner and mopping the floor quickly before we re-opened. We'd had it refurbished, and now the place was light pink and blue, a bit 50s style which I thought was fabulous.
Three hours into the shift I saw two men walk in, one extremely tall with neck-length brown hair and a frown on his face, and the other a couple of inches shorter with a handsome face, dark blonde hair and a damn cheeky grin on his face. They both wore black suits and sat in one of the booths (table three) near the window. Fiona went to take their order but luckily for me, Aunt Brandi grabbed her hand.
"Could you go and manage the counter for a few minutes just while I make a phone call?"
Fiona scowled and went straight to the counter while I got my notepad and pen out and headed to table three, towards the men who would change my life forever.
-TBC-