Hey there folks! I don't know if you remember me... Olivier? Most folks just call me Olly. I'd like to welcome you to the grand re-opening of 'The Afterlife Bar and Grille'!

I had to close up shop for a little while due to lack of business, but we are once again up and running. Actually, I just got back from a little vacation myself. High point: my annual visit to Purgatory to see an old friend of mine. Yep, we meet once a year on common ground, usually play a little chess while we update one another on what's been going on in our lives.

I told Tessa, that's my friend's name, about the pub and how things had been going. I would have loved for her to visit, but Purgatory is as far south as she travels in the netherworld. Usually, she works the hospital circuit on Earth – kind of a travel agent for the humans. Only recently, she told me, she had been given some time off.

That's when I noticed she seemed a little more pale, a little thinner than usual. Poor girl looked tired. She explained that she had had a pretty bad day at work not too long ago – really shook her up. Seems she was having a tough time convincing her current client to make the trip. She had almost turned him around when a demon possessed her and used her powers to give the client a full recovery.

I don't know if you know this, but that's not how angels and demons are supposed to operate. In fact, its a big no-no for one group to possess another. And worse, to use her power in such a way? No wonder she was exhausted. Yes, she has that power, but she is not supposed to randomly dole it out – not without express permission from the higher ups.

I could tell the situation had been very emotional for her – to be used in such a way was beyond thinking. I offered her my support and asked if she knew who the demon was (because I have some friends, you see, and we don't take kindly to that sort of thing). But, she had no idea, only knew that he was powerful. Then she surprised me – told me that the worst part was that the demon was somehow then responsible for her client's father's death and that she was lucky she wasn't fired over the whole thing. After all, she said, the higher ups take the journeys of hunters very seriously.

Hunters? I asked her. Their name wouldn't happen to be Winchester, would it?

How did you know? she asked.

Well, folks, that's when I got the rest of the Winchesters' story. After the car accident, those humans were pretty banged up. It didn't take long for the youngest to be up and about, though, and his father soon followed. But, the elder son, now that boy was bad off. In fact, Tessa said that that boy had a one-way, all expenses paid ticket to the netherworld and she was to be his guide.

And you already know the rest. I'm guessing that the fella that possessed her was the Demon. I mean, who else would take the chances that he did – obviously someone with a personal stake in the unwell-being of the Winchesters.

I didn't want to seem too heartless but I needed to get home. I had a feeling that the pub would be filled again soon if one brother was already healed and the other had suddenly made a full recovery. Tessa understood, though, and asked me to keep an ear open for any news of the Demon. Now, there are even more beings that will want to sit him down and have a little chat.

(Author's Note)

Here's a fun fact... I looked it up in a book of baby names: Tessa means 'reaper' in Greek. Well, I thought it was cool, anyway.