Stranger
Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters only the original ones.
Author's Note: Okay guys, this is my first story and I'm really nervous. It will be a romance story especially DeanOC.
I wouldn't have being able to do this story with out the help of three betas HoneyX5-452, Sonam and Amelia. Thank You so Much.
Now enjoy the story! ;-)
Chapter 1:
The Impala was just parking in front of the Defranco Motel. It was late around 10 pm and the motel looked old. It was mostly made out of wood; the sign had a cowboy on it.
The place looked almost deserted, only a few cars parked on the on the outside.
It was a definitely a Dean said looking at Sam.
They got out of the car and went to rent a room for the next couple of days. Dean and Sam made their way to the front desk where you could see a small bell on top it. Dean was about to ring the bell when a guy came out. He was about Sam's age and he had brown hair and hazel eyes. The young man who was a little taller than Dean was wearing blue jeans with a blue shirt.
"Hello, my name is Byron. How Can I help you?" The guy asked in a friendly tone.
"We need a room for a few days, two beds" Dean replied flashing a smile.
"Ok, cash or credit?" asked a serious Byron.
"Credit" Dean replied giving him the credit card.
"Alright Mister Lawson that would be all, enjoy your stay" replied Byron handing Dean the credit card and the key to the room.
"I'm sure we will." answered Dean, looking over his shoulder walking away.
Once outside Sam looked around and then turned to look at his brother
"We should go to this bar called 'Hell's Entry', it's the last place the victims were seen" Sam said who was looking to the bar across from the hotel.
"Sure, I could use a drink or two," Dean replied smiling.
"We are here to work not to party and get drunk," Sam told his older brother.
"Whatever," Dean replied as he walked away from him, heading towards the bar.
While they were entering the bar a black 2006 Midnight Warrior Motorcycle parked in front of the motel, the owner of the bike just stared at the two men entering the bar. The stranger turned the engine off and whispered throwing her helmet. "Idiotic men."
The bar was nice; it had a western theme to it. The walls were made of wood and so was the sealing, there was a jukebox in the back, a few tables and it seemed like all the town's people were there. There were some girls dancing, guys playing pool in the back and shooting darts, and the rest were either dancing or drinking.
"This is what I'm talking about. I like it, it's my kind of place. Now let's get some drinks" said a grinning Dean as he rubbed his hands together glancing at Sam.
"I don't know about you, Dean, but I'm here to work, not to get drunk and flirt with every woman in here," Sam replied as he looked up from his notes.
"Wow dude, aren't you just the definition of fun," smirking at his brother, Dean laughed. "Come on Sam, relax, let's have some fun. We'll kicks ass tomorrow, okay?" Dean commented off hand trying to get his brother loosened up for once.
"Fine, but we have to get to work first thing in the morning," Sam forcefully replied.
"Yeah, dude, whatever you say," Dean was flirting with the bartender while drinking a beer; the bartender was a blonde wearing a short skirt and a top that wasn't covering a lot. Sam was sitting at a table reading his notes about the victims and the missing people in the town when a young woman, about 22 years old, black raven hair, hazel brown eyes wearing a pale blue dress came up to him.
"So strange to find a guy reading in a bar instead of drinking or flirting," Sam looked up after hearing this soft voice and his first thought was "She's beautiful. "
"Yeah, I guess, but I'm not most guys," Sam looked around wondering why she was alone. "Are you alone?" he asked finally, the girl just smiled at him.
"I mean are you here with someone?" Sam asked again looking very embarrassed.
"No, I'm not alone," she replied.
"Ohh, okay, well, nice meeting you," Sam told her. He was about to go back to reading his notes when she softly touched his arm.
"I'm with you," Sam smiled looking into her eyes as they started talking about books, movies, and music. They learnt that they had a lot in common, more than they had actually thought possible. Dean saw this and just smile to himself thinking, "I'm so glad Sam is finally having some fun!"
After a while Dean noticed that Sam had been drinking more than he normally did and he was looking a little disoriented. Dean then decided that he would be cutting Sam off. He told the bartender to wait for a while, until he had checked on his friend. He went to the table where Sam and the girl were talking and asked Sam if he was okay. Sam just looked up as if he was lost.
"Sam, I think it's time for us to leave. You need some fresh air."
"Yeah, I think you are right," Sam replied looking up at his older brother. He quickly said his good-byes to Raven and told her that he hoped to see her soon; Raven just smiled.
"Oh, I'm sure you will."
When they were outside Sam was trying to regain some clarity and Dean was looking at him with a worried expression on his face.
"Sam, how much did you dink?" Dean asked out of worry. He didn't want to have to take him to the hospital to have his stomach pumped. Dean frowned as he held Sam up as they stumbled towards the hotel.
"Man, I swear I only had one drink," Sam told him as he shook his head trying to clear it.
"This is not normal," Dean said concern creeping into his voice. "Maybe, that girl had something to do with this."
As soon as those words left his mouth Dean grunted in pain and dropped to the ground letting go of Sam.
"Wow, I thought you were the smart one," Raven told Sam as she looked him over.
"I guess your friend wasn't as naïve as you were. Don't worry Love, it will be over soon."
Sam didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly he felt two pairs of strong arms lifting him from the ground, and then they took Dean too. However, neither the woman nor the men noticed the black motorcycle parked across the bar, or the shadow of a person smoking a cigarette while witnessing the whole scene. After they were gone, the stranger dropped the cigarette to the ground, turned the engine on and drove off.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to save their asses. This is going to be a great night." The mysterious biker said.
Note: So, that's it for now. Please let me know what you think so far!
In the next chapter you will find out more about the stranger and what happened to Dean and Sam!
