~Disclaimer- I own nothing, except for Olivia. She is mine, all mine!! The hotness that is Jensen, Jared and Supernatural is their's and Eric Kripke's.
Olivia Campbell pushed the door open to her silver Jeep Grand Cherokee. The door groaned slightly with protest, as she stepped from her vehicle. "You sound how I feel," she quipped. Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head, Olivia's hazel green eyes quickly took in her surroundings. "Harvelle Roadhouse, huh? Well it's where daddy said to start." Slamming the jeep door shut she strode to the bar's front door and tried peering into the darkened window. Seeing no one, she pushed the door open and rapidly walked inside.
"Hello? Anybody here?" She called out. An older red headed woman came out from behind some swinging doors.
Eyeing the newcomer warily the red head asked, "Can I help ya," her voice tinged with a slight accent. She took in the young woman's appearance. Worn blue jeans, white tank top, black boots and a look in her eyes that said she meant business. "She's a hunter", she thought to herself, "but she ain't no amateur." Her eyes ran over the messy dark brown pony tail, and the weariness in the girl's stance, though she looked alert and ready to strike if need be.
Olivia took a seat at the bar, "beer, please. I'm not picky. As long as it's cold and in a bottle."
"I'm Ellen," the older woman said, reaching into the cooler directly in front of her. She popped the lid off and placed it in front of Olivia, "2 bucks."
"Olivia", she reached into her pocket and fished out a few bills. She picked up the icy bottle and drank nearly half in one swallow. "Thanks." Both women went into a strange kind of quiet. Ellen picked up a rag and started wiping down bar glasses. She watched the girl out of the corner of her eye. Ellen knew the look on Olivia's face. She had some questions to ask.
Olivia ordered another beer and finally worked up the courage to start what she came to do. "Ellen," she asked, "would you mind answering a few questions?"
"Depends on what they are, but I'll give it a shot."
"You get a lot of hunters through here? Ever run across a pair named Sam and Dean Winchester?"
Ellen's eyes flashed suspiciously. "Why? Who wants to know? I may or may not have."
The brunette could feel her hackles start to rise. "I'm not trying to cause any trouble. My dad sent me to find them and that's what I'm going to do." She took another mouthful of beer. Color rising to her cheeks, as frustration started to build up.
"Then answer my question, girl. Who are you? What do you want with Sam and Dean?"
"Why can't you just answer the question?!" Olivia protested, "I'm just looking for some answers."
"You can leave my bar Missy if you're here to bother them boys." Ellen started around the bar to escort Olivia out.
Olivia jumped up quickly, her bar stool clattering to the floor. "My name is Olivia Campbell! Sam and Dean Winchester are my cousins! My dad died recently, and the last thing he said to me was to find them! So either tell me what you know, or quit wasting my damn time!"
