Well hello. Fancy seeing you here. So this is a fanfiction that I thought would be a good idea. Anyways here it is. Chapter One. Like always, I'm posting the first chapter only. If it goes well, you shall get more! If not, well, I'll go curl up and die. So enjoy!
The night was still and quiet as I cut off the engine to my bike and let the sounds spilling out of the bar become the only noise. Standing up, I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and opened the side door. The bar was filled with loud chatter and an unmistakable warmth that washed over me as the door lid shut behind me. Ellen smiled at me as she popped off the caps on two bottles of beer.
"Hey darling. I'm glad you could make it." She said, placing the bottles down on the counter and smiling at me. "Jo's till running a fever and the place is swamped."
"I'm happy to help you." I said, grabbing an apron from underneath the counter and tied it around my waist. "Could always use the extra money."
"Making rent is always a good thing." She said as I smiled at her. "How's school going?" Ellen asked as a man at the bar ordered three beers. Grabbing three bottles, I set them on the counter and nodded. I took out the bottle opener from my apron pocket and slipped them all open. "And…" She began, her eyes darting around at the full bar in front of us. "Your extracurricular activities?" Her eyes toned on me.
"Better." I said, shrugging my shoulders back. "Late nights, long hours, the usual." I said as she smiled proudly at me.
"Would you mind staying til close?"She asked me as she slid the caps into a trash can. "I've got two people I want you to meet." Placing a hand on my shoulder, her eyes darted around, looking in mine.
"Not at all." I smiled at her as her eyes crinkled a bit at the edges as she smiled back. Gripping my shoulder gently, she let me go and made her way to the other end of the bar. Tying my long white hair back, I made my way onto the floor.
Hours passed as the bar slowly calmed down. I collected my tips, a couple unwanted numbers, and a few wandering hands, which resulted in a few crying drunk men. Sighing, I made my way back behind the bar and tugged off my apron. Ellen was wrapping up with the last straggler as I took my tips out of the apron pocket and shoved them into my jeans. Tucking the apron back into place, Ellen sent the customer on his stumbling way, bottle in hand. I plucked up a rag and started wiping down the bar as she began tossing out the empty bottles that littered the counter.
"I'm gonna go check on the supplies in the back, just finish wiping down the counter okay?" She said, as I nodded in return and she made her way to the back. As I finished wiping down the counter, the front door swung open as I lifted my head up. Two men walked in, one extremely tall and the other short in comparison. The shorter one looked older with a leather jacket draped over his frame and stubble covering his face. The taller one had long brown hair with deep green eyes. They made their way over to the counter, their eyes drifting around then landing on me.
"Can I help you both? We're just about closed but I'm pretty sure we can find you something." I smiled at them a I tossed the rag aside into an empty bin.
"Where's Jo?" The shorter one asked, looking at me with piercing green eyes.
"She's sick with the flu. Been out for a while. I'm her replacement. You want anything else?" I asked, crossing my arms against my chest as my hair fell into my eyes. The taller one smiled down at me.
"Two beers please." He said, smiling. I turned around and grabbed two beers, unopening them and placing them on the front counter.
"There you go." I said as the one with the long hair picked one up and tilted it towards me slightly. I nodded and the one with the cute bowlegs gripped the other one. "So how do you know Jo?" I asked, leaning against the back counter.
"She's, uh, an old family friend." The taller one said as Bowlegs snorted into his beer. "How do you know her?"
"Same story. She knew my parents before they were killed and I've been working here since they died." I said as their eyes turned on me and I grabbed a beer for myself. Popping off the cap, I took a sip and turned my eyes back onto them. Bowlegs was looking at me, seeming to size me up and Giant was looking at his bottle. We stood in silence for a few moments before footsteps echoed from the back of the bar. Ellen stepped out with a big smile on her face.
"Sam. Dean. It's been too long." She said with a huge smile on her face as the two in front of me burst out in smiles. Making her way over, she hugged the tall one who I assumed to be Sam.
"How've you been Ellen?" Sam asked as she let him go and smiled up at him.
"Good. And Dean, still wearing your Dad's jacket I see." She remarked as she pulled Bowlegs, excuse me Dean, into a hug. He let out a low chuckle and squeezed her tighter. Pulling back, she ran her eyes over them both before turning her sights onto me. "Oh! This is Elizabeth." I said, lifting my beer towards them. "This is Sam and Dean Winchester." A smile began to grow on my face. "Yes the Winchesters."
"It's a pleasure to meet you two. You both are legends." I said, offering out my hand and Sam was the first one to take it. His hand was warm and calloused in mine as we shook. Taking back my hand, I looked over at Dean.
"So you're a hunter?" He smirked at me. "How'd you get pulled into this nightmare?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"A demon killed my parents." I said, sipping my beer as Dean's eyes turned softer and Sam looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. "I got into the business looking for the bastard. Haven't found him yet but I'm working on it."
"And that's why I called you both in. You gotta help her." Ellen said, with a serious tone now in her voice. Dean's eyes turned back to me, scanning my face as Sam leaned and whispered something into his ear.
"I don't want your damn sympathy." I said, taking a sip of my beer. "Either you help me if you want to or just don't. I'll find the son of a bitch myself." Two sets of green eyes turned my way.
"We'd be happy to help you."