(Please note that the two main characters in this story were created and had been in use for several years before the airing of Supernatural. They are originally from a Buffy the Vampire Slayer RPG. They were taken out of Buffy verse and dumped into Supernatural verse purely for fun. The Shimmy Girls own the characters Destiny and Serenity and would greatly appreciate it if people didn't use them in their own stories; the CW owns Supernatural)
Visions
Dean rubbed the chalk on the tip of his pool queue and then bent over the pool table, carefully anticipating his next move. If he was successful, he would win this match and go on to the next round in the tournament. Mentally he went over the play again measuring everything out. The prize was $500 cash and he wanted it. He had yet to lose a pool tournament. He laid the queue on his hand and then struck white ball hitting the six ball which bounced off the four knocking it into the corner pocket and ricocheting off in the opposite direction. It collided with the eight and rolled over in to the opposite pocket while the eight ball spun into motion slowly inching its way towards the side pocket. The crowd held its breath, half waiting for the ball to stop and the other hoping it would go in. The balls motion slowed and stopped on the edge of the pocket. Dean sucked in his breath as it rocked on the edge. Then suddenly the eight ball fell in.
The crowd erupted into cheers and groans, all bets were paid out. Dean let out his breath. Those who had bet on him cheered and congratulated him. A very pretty petite red haired waitress, whom they all called Irish, was flagged down for more beer. Apparently the girl was from Ireland and being as it was St. Patrick's Day she was constantly pestered to say "Lucy Charms, they're magically delicious," or some other stupid comment. She didn't appear to been enjoying herself at all, but the tips must have been good as she always humored them. Dean watched her carry out two more pitchers of green beer, with interest. She was about five feet four inches tall with an hour glass shape to die for and legs that seemed to go on for miles. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely hot, but she didn't seem to know it.
The pool table next to him erupted into cheers announcing the winner over there. The Irish girl walked up to the winner, a drop dead gorgeous chick with raven black hair, of the exact same height and curves in all the right places. When his eyes settled on her he became lost in thought. Upon their arrival he and his brother had found the atmosphere fairly welcoming. It hadn't taken Dean long to zero in on the pool tournament, and before ten minutes had passed he was entered in the competition. It was also obvious that his only true competition was the raven haired beauty who he had overheard someone call Destiny.
Dean's attention was pulled back to the present when the opponent he had just beaten walked up to him and congratulated him. When the guy walked away his eyes slid back to the other pool table and settled on Destiny. She looked over at him and eyed him up and down with obvious interest. She was dressed to kill with a black mini skirt that was barely there, a green camisole that came just above her midriff and silver chiffon long sleeved shirt which she tied at her waist, and black leather thigh high heeled boots, she really knew how to show off her assets. God she's hot Dean thought to himself admiring the view. Her raven hair was swept up into a bun held in place by a pair of silver sticks and she had deep green eyes that stood out against her tan skin. Catching her attention, Dean smiled and nodded at her indicating his interest. She smiled back at him, promising perhaps something more, later. He went over to talk to her as the waitress walked away.
Destiny's hips swayed to the beat of the music as she watched Serenity make her way back to the bar, her mind sifting through possible strategies to use on her next opponent. Movement in her peripheral vision to her left made her snap back to reality, and turn her attention to the person approaching. It was the newcomer. She had overheard him mention that he and his bother were on a road trip and they were just passing through. Destiny had to admit he was handsome and boy did he know it. She liked his confidence and style. He wore blue jeans, biker boots, and a Metallica T shirt with a long-sleeved button down shirt over the top. Finished off with slightly messy hair and a warm half smile half smirk and she was interested. After I'm done pulverizing him I'll defiantly have to grace him with a dance she thought admiring the guy who would be her final opponent.
"So it looks like it's down to us, names Dean by the way," he said extending his hand and introducing himself.
In a split second Destiny had her strategy made; she wouldn't use one, she would let him see it coming. She extended her own hand and took his giving it a firm grasp and a slight shake. "Destiny" she replied. She let go of his hand, her hips still moving to the beat. "Don't you want to bask in your victory a little longer?" she asked watching his smirk of a smile waver a bit before it returned full force.
"I think I should be asking you the same thing," he replied his eyebrow rising a bit.
"I should warn you, my family traveled a lot when I was growing up. So that left it kind of hard to play sports, but pool worked we could travel and still play." He finished with a bit of an explanation. It was only partially a lie. Pool had been a source of income not a sport.
"Ah, I see so it would seem that you have a bit of an advantage . . . If you are so certain, would you care to place a wager on that?" Destiny asked. Even though she had decided to let him see defeat coming from the get go, didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun in the process. "Looser has to stand on that table and do the chicken dance, while singing 'take me out to the ballgame' into a microphone." Destiny said pointing at a table in the middle of the bar. A smile spread across her face and her deep green eyes sparkled mischievously.
"I accept. Although it really isn't fair to you, I can't say that it won't be a sight to see." Dean said accepting her challenge and terms. "I guess we should grab some queues and get started." Destiny said walking toward the pool table. She watched as Dean grabbed one of the queues from the rack, and then sauntered over to where she had stored her case she pulled it up, and in no time flat had assembled it. The queue was old, beat up, and looked like it was built for a child.
Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at it questioningly. "Is there a problem?" Destiny asked. "I have used this since I was five. I admit I only use it for special occasions now but it's been a while since I have had any true competition." She looked at Dean gauging his response.
"Ready if you are," he replied picking up his queue and stepping up to the table. He began to wonder if he had been a bit too hasty in accepting the bet. The balls had been set and he bent over the table carefully setting the queue in place. Dean calculated his shot and broke the balls apart the competition had begun. He glanced up and saw his brother sitting at a table fidgeting with a paper. The way things seamed to be going . . . well he just hoped his brother was doing better.