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The Winchesters

I hadn't been planning on staying on the road this long, but when you go 40 over the speed limit, road signs tend to blur. I knew that stopping at the last town I sped through, to eat and rest would have been the smart thing to do, but I just wasn't in a people mood. Besides, that town had been way too friendly and quant for my taste. I hadn't always been this closed off, but that's what this job does to you after a few years. The open road becomes your norm as does alienating yourself, it's easier to guard your heart than watch it being destroyed over and over again.

I closed my eyes. "Ok Anna, stop with the dark thoughts, it's only 3 am," I said, speaking to the emptiness around me.

I tried to squint, hoping to see past some of the darkness that cloaked a nearing traffic sign. As my car approached it started to glow faintly. Thankfully, I caught the words as my car sped by, it had said the next town was only 20 miles away. Ok, I could live with that, I put my foot on the gas pushing my Volkswagen Beetle forward. I loved this car she was my home. I glanced at my rear view mirror looking for headlights, or any sign I was being followed. A habit I guess, I wasn't the most popular person. In fact, I had most hunters, demons, and basically, all of the supernatural world chomping at the bit. They just want one chance to get a hold of me. Even in this world, where everything is supposed to be make-believe, I'm considered a freak of nature, something that never should have been. I rolled down my window, trying to stay awake, my long black hair blowing in my face, I brushed it behind my ear and took a deep breath. The cool February air helped to clear my sleep-deprived brain. As I adjusted myself to a more upright position, I noticed lights in the distance. Thank God, food! I swerved into the open parking space of the first restaurant I came across. I opened my door, hearing the familiar loud squeak, looking down at my car I patted the hood with a sad sigh.

"I know Angel, I promise I'll get you a tune-up before we leave," I said.

I shut the door and smiled at my pure white Volkswagon. Yeah, I know, it's kinda weird naming her Angel, all things considered, but it suites her. I walked towards the brightly lit diner, Golden Gables, it was oddly busy for so early in the morning, but as I looked around I noticed several big rigs parked out back.

Ah, must be a popular truck stop. I pushed through the front door, the welcome bell jingled merrily, alerting the other patrons of my arrival. Looking around confirmed my truck stop theory. All over the diner were truckers of every caliber. As I warily glanced around, it was like something out of my worst nightmare, as the door closed behind me, the loud bell jangled against the glass and every head turned towards me. I looked shyly down at my clothes. I had on my favorite Def Leppard band tee, a beaten up leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots. I hurriedly made my way to the nearest booth and sat down, my fisted hands shaking with nerves. Slowly, they all began their conversations, again I was invisible. I pulled off my jacket as the waitress approached me. She was a middle age woman with a very indifferent expression on her face.

"What are you having?" she asked, voice rushed.

I looked at her name tag and tried to focus on nothing but her, hoping to forget my previous bought of nerves.

"Well…Trudy is it"? I pointed at her name tag with a cocky grin. "How about a coke and a smile?" I said, winking at her. She stared at me, her expression unamused.

When she started tapping her pencil on her order pad, an irritated expression raising her brow, I decided to allow her a reprieve. With a sigh, I leaned back against my seat.

"Ok well since you asked, how about a bacon cheeseburger, fries, and a coke, hold the smile," I said handing her my menu.

She jerked the flimsy piece of plastic from my hand and headed towards the kitchen, swaying her rather large hips as she went. I smiled at her retreating figure and sighed, someday someone was going to punch me. I silently laughed, pulling my laptop from my tan bag. I desperately needed a case, I had just reached Google when I heard the door jingle. Unlike the rude assholes from before, I chose to remain facing the front, refusing to put that sort of pressure on whoever the poor soul was. A disgruntled voice reached my ears as someone passed by my booth.

"Dammit, Sammy I thought you said there was a case here," the distinctly deep, male voice said.

My ears perked up, could this be a small group of hunters? I watched them out of the corner of my eye. The disgruntled one who had spoken was wearing a black jacket over a navy blue shirt, jeans, and black boots. The other, whom I assumed was named Sammy, and who was also the tallest man I'd seen in maybe forever, was wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and, boots. At first glance, besides the abnormally tall one, they were just your average guys. Then as they turned to sit down, my heart skipped a beat. They were gorgeous, like movie star gorgeous, the shorter of the two had short brown hair, and beautiful green eyes, the very kind I'm sure several women have succumbed to. The tall one was his complete opposite, he had almost shoulder length brown hair, and what appeared to be blue eyes. You couldn't get past it, they were drop-dead gorgeous. Wow, I don't think I've ever used the word gorgeous so many times. I shook my head trying to clear it. As Trudy, my at the moment very welcomed distraction brought me my food. I absentmindedly thanked her and began to eat, leaving my well-trained ears at the table in front of me.

Even with the very attractive men and odd conversation going on at the table in front of me, I couldn't help but devour my food. Man, was this burger delicious. Food was my very best friend. I picked up a fry and nibbled on it as I continued listening to the conversation going on between Gorgeous One and Gorgeous Two.

"See, there I go again with the word gorgeous," I thought, with an irritated wince.

"Well it's official, there is no case here. I'm sorry Dean," the tall one, Sammy, said.

I paused, my back stiffening...wait...Dean…Sam…oh no. These two aren't your average Joe's, they are the freaking Winchesters!

Of all the damn places I could have stopped, I had to choose the place that the most deadly hunters in the world decided to show up at. I tried not to choke on my food, they couldn't know I was here. If they knew what I was they would shoot first and ask questions later. Not that the shooting would do any good, but these boys are crafty, they'd figure out how to kill me eventually. They wouldn't give up until they did. I was frozen in fear, tuning in again as they spoke.

"Well, how the hell is there a case one minute and then poof nothing," Dean said, looking at his menu.

"I don't know Dean nothings adding up," Sam sighed rubbing his tired face.

Dean looked up from his menu. "Ok so three women are dead with absolutely no sign of trauma," he said, watching his brother.

"That about sums it up, they just keeled over," Sam said, grabbing his menu and grimacing as he looked it over.

I tried to move, to get myself to leave, but the hunter in me let the curiosity of an unsolved case, win over my own safety. I was stuck, silently listening to the deadly Winchesters bicker about their case. I continued to listen while they went over a few more details. Family members that had questioned and had subsequently led to nowhere.

"So what are you getting? I'm going with the bacon lovers burger and fries," Dean said, looking up from his menu.

Sam glanced down at his menu again and sighed. "Probably the Cesar salad," he answered.

"See Sammy that's your problem, you don't enjoy the little things" Dean smirked.

"I enjoy the little things, Dean. I'm just not too keen on death due to a bacon-induced heart attack," Sam said placing his menu on the edge of the table. Dean looked up with a serious expression on his face.

"Never insult the bacon, Sammy. If I go out with a bacon cheeseburger in my hand, then I'll die a happy man," he smiled, with a satisfied sigh.

I watched as the brothers ate their meal and talked together seemingly happy…well as happy as they could be. It was like watching animal planet, I was seeing the brothers in their natural habitat. While I was thinking about what I was witnessing I hadn't noticed the change in their conversation.

"Come on Dean we have a case to figure out," pleaded Sam.

I chanced a glance in the boy's direction to see Dean getting up from his table.

With my oversensitive ears, a fun little side effect of what I am, I heard him whisper. "Come on Sam, nothing new is popping up, I'm gonna live a little." He winked and started to head towards my table.

I didn't know what to do if I accidentally showed what I truly was, then this whole diner could quickly turn into a war zone.