This is my first shot at doing a Supernatural story, so be nice :):) It will be a series, and it will follow the show from around season two. It will also have smut, but it might take some time before we get there...
Any-who, let's get on with it :):)
Bamby
EPOV
I walked Harvelle's Roadhouse, my second home. It wasn't really much, just another bar in another small town. But it meant more to me. It meant a lot more. When I had nowhere else to go, or had to lay low for a moment or two, this place was where I could always go no matter what.
The moment the door closed behind me the smell of stale air, leather, denim and a lot of alcohol surrounded me, as an old rock classic played from the jukebox to my left. It was exactly how it always was. It was exactly how I loved it.
Chatter softened as eyes turned to me. Though honestly, it wasn't odd.
Dressed in tight, ripped, fading grey jeans that were tucked into scratched and battered combat boots, a loose white Guns and Roses shirt that fell a little too low, showing off some decent cleavage, with my favourite bold, dark red leather jacket which completed the bad-ass look.
A number of necklaces hung from my neck, all different lengths and styles. A long black leather cord hung low with a wooden cross. A roughly cut quartz pendant hung from an old silver chain sitting just below the neckline of my shirt. Two small silver hearts- each on a chain of their own- sat closer to my neck, though not as close as my black velvet choker.
My honey gold hair was pulled to the back of my head, each stray strand a shimmer of hues that flashed as I moved my head. Naturally my hair fell down my back in long and thick waves, soft and silky. But tonight I'd put my straightener to it, flattening the curls to a point where they were almost stiff.
Big, round eyes that could be both sweet and sultry. They were a blue I'd never seen on anyone else before. Once someone had described them like 'the deep, dark blue sky before night fall, with flecks of light like the silver stars that follow the setting of the sun'. Either way, they'd gotten me whatever I wanted more than a few times.
I had a few tattoos. An arrow on the inside of my left pointer. The infinity symbol on the inside of my left pinky. A humming bird behind my right ear. Peeking out from the small gap between my shirt and pants was a rose. On my collar bone rested three words, 'Live a little...'. Then there was the covered tattoo, the lunar cycle that ran down my spine.
As I continued to stand by the door my pale pink lips curved up into a grin and my tongue ran along my bottom lip as my eyes flickered from face to face.
Hunters sat everywhere, drinking, talking, getting ready for whatever job they had next. I'd just come back from dealing with a nest of vampires with a couple other hunters I'd worked with before. But just like every other time, once the job was done they dumped me here.
I was never the kind of person others kept around for long. I guess with this job you either click or you don't. Unfortunately for me, the people I clicked with were in the life but only on the sidelines. There were only one or two hunters I could actually see myself sticking with.
I lifted my hand to the loose strands of hair hanging by my temple. My long, delicate fingers tucked the hair behind my ear as I set my sights on the person I was looking for. Standing tall- despite my petite and slender figure- I headed for the bar, moving lightly and silently because of my small frame.
Ellen Harvelle turned from the customer she'd just served and found herself staring right at me. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." the cloth she'd been holding was thrown onto the counter as she spread her arm wide. "You gonna come here and say hello, or what?"
Grin growing, I stepped up to the bar, placing my hand on its surface before I jumped over- an easy task with how light I was. Landing right in front of Ellen, I stepped into her arms and accepted her hug, as my own arms wrapped around her.
After losing my family eight years ago I'd come to love Ellen like a surrogate mother. She'd taken me in for a while and helped keep me alive. When things ever got too rough for me, she was always willing to offer her shoulder to cry on or some tough words to set me straight. She made this place home.
"Lizzie?"
I pulled back from Ellen, my grin turning into a smile as I looked over at Jo- Ellen's daughter. She was my best friend, like a sister really. She was smart, witty, funny and one of the best people I knew. There was potential for her to become a great hunter too, but the fact her mother never let her go anywhere made it hard for me to teach her much. Though I still took some time to teach her a few things.
Smiling widely, she came around the bar, reaching me just as her mum stepped back to let us two girls hug.
As Jo and I squeezed each other tightly, Ellen looked to me. "So, the jobs all done?"
Nodding, I stepped from Jo's arms so I could look to both women. "Yep. Done and dusted... Or well, decapitated. Thought I'd come home and see if Ash has any jobs for me." I shrugged, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket. "So, where is he?"
Ellen opened her mouth to speak but Jo beat her to the punch. "Actually, I might have something."
"Excuse me?" both Ellen and I asked, though I sounded more surprised while Ellen sounded more pissed.
Jo simply shrugged. "I've been looking into a couple of disappearances and I thought-"
"Nothing. You thought nothing!" Ellen snapped.
I pulled back and inched myself away from the pair as they started bickering. It wasn't the first time I'd seen or heard the two argue over Jo and hunting. Ellen hadn't liked me being out there and I wasn't even her daughter. So I could only imagine how protective she was of Jo. They were literally the only family both of them had.
At least they have each other.
Moving back to the other side of the bar, I found myself a free table and set myself down on the chair as I leaned back and waited for Ash. A few minutes passed before Jo came to sit across from me, placing two beers on the table for each of us.
"She's impossible."
I grinned, lifting my beer to my lips and taking a quick drink before saying something. "You know you're both just as bad as each other." when she just rolled her eyes I couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Tell you what. You give me the details to this job and I'll let you know whether I think you should do it or not. If its yes, I'll get you out of here myself."
"Really?" her eyes lit up as she realized this was her chance.
Shrugging, I placed my beer back on the table. "Have I ever lied to you before?"
Without hesitating a second longer she was up and out of her seat, rushing to the back of the bar- more than likely to the office- before she came back carrying a file. The moment she placed it in front of me I started to flick through the pages, willing to at least give her a chance.
"So?" she asked before I'd had a chance to finish looking through the first page.
I looked up at where she still stood by the table expectantly. "Honey, its gonna take me a bit longer than two seconds to decide whether or not we're a go. So why don't you give me a few minutes and then I'll come fine you."
"Okay." she nodded, though reluctantly. "I'll be by the bar. Just make sure my mum doesn't find out your doing this or she'll keep both of us from the job." she warned before finally walking away, leaving me to the file.
DPOV
After the job Sam and I finished with the mind control twins, we figured we could use some time off. Just a night or two. We'd been crashing at the roadhouse waiting to see if Ash could find any more cases that might lead to more psychics like Sam and the few other's we'd come across lately.
We walked into the bar, nodding to Ellen as she served some customers before the two of us found ourselves a table.
Jo came over a moment later, placing two beers in front of us. "You boys waiting for Ash?"
"Yeah." I nodded, looking up at her. As much as I liked the chick, I didn't think it would go anywhere between the two of us. Not when her mum was always around. So I tried my hardest not to act any differently when it came to her. "You seen him around?"
"Uh yeah, he's back in his room but he should be out soon. Once he finds out someone's waiting for him. But I'll let him know you're here." she shrugged before heading off, her mind clearly somewhere else.
I thought what she said was a little strange. Ash never jumped to attention any other time Sam and I were around, so why would now be any different? Did he have something for us?
Before I could call Jo back or ask Sam what he thought, Ash came out of the back and headed straight for our table. Only to come short as he stopped at the table before ours.
Frowning, I looked around Sam's shoulder and what I saw there had my eyes go wide.
"Dean?" Sam must have noticed the change in my mood. He turned to get a look at what had my attention before he froze as well.
Ash sat next to a chick. But not just any chick, this one was gorgeous. Thick blonde hair pulled back. Pink lips that were obviously soft- I could tell even from here. A few tattoos scattered along her skin. Dressed in boots, tight jeans, a Guns and Roses shirt and dark red leather jacket with a few necklaces hanging from her neck. But it was her eyes that left me speechless. I'd never seen a blue like that before...
She was smiling at Ash as the two spoke. Her eyes crinkled at the corners at whatever he said. Reaching forward, she placed a hand on his which had him tense. I had no idea who this chick was, but she was gorgeous, way out of Ash's league and yet giving him all her attention.
Who is that girl?
EPOV
Just like Jo and Ellen, I was pretty close with Ash too. I knew he had a crush on me, I mean he wasn't very good at hiding his feelings when it came to me. But honestly, he was more like a brother. Or, well... Maybe a cousin. I don't think I could ever have a brother as odd as him.
Someone must have told him I was here, because after about ten minutes of being by myself, going through Jo's file, he showed up. He didn't have a job for me, but that was a good thing. Jo seemed to be on to something, and if I agreed to let her take the case then I was going with her.
After talking for a couple of minutes Ash left me to my work again. He had more people to talk to, and I understood that. Plus, I needed to be alone in order to take in all the information Jo had collected.
I was in my own little world for hours. I'd hardly noticed the set of eyes watching me from the table next to mine.
DPOV
Ash had nothing for us, as usual. But he was at least decent enough to come by and let us know. I hadn't cared much though. My mind was on other things. On a particular blonde haired and blue-eyed girl to be exact.
Before Ash could leave, I grabbed his shoulder to stop him, nodding to the girl he'd been talking to before. "Who's the chick?"
He looked confused for a moment as he looked from me to my hand on his shoulder, but then he realized who I was talking to and answered the question. "That's Lizzie. She's a hunter. One of the best I know."
I was shocked. "Really? A hunter? She doesn't look like it." I noted, watching as she got up from where she sat at her table and moved to where Jo stood by the bar.
"She may look sweet and innocent. But she is all attitude." Ash turned to look at her as well, leaning forward in his seat as he let out a sigh. "Pure yet rough like an uncut diamond. Beautiful like the evening moon. As intoxicating as whiskey." he shook his head, off in his own little world.
Sam smirked at him, the only one at our table not watching the girl. "You two got a thing going on, Ash?"
I wasn't too sure why, but the idea of a girl like her getting with a guy like Ash made me a little uneasy. Or maybe I was just jealous. Either way, I didn't like the pictures that came to mind at the thought.
Shaking his head, Ash turned back to Sam. "Oh, nah, man. She's always on the road. Jobs got her going everywhere. No point startin' something you can't finish." he shrugged as he got up. "Well, I'll let you two know if I find anything." was all he said before he walked off.
As I watched him leave I found myself turning back to Jo and Liz again. The two were obviously close, though seeing as she was close with Ash that didn't surprise me. Jo, Ellen and Ash were like a family.
The two were talking in hushed tones, keeping an eye out as they gestured to a file that had been placed on the counter in front of them.
Curiosity piqued, I grabbed my beer and down the last of it before getting up. "Gettin' a refill, Sammy." I mumbled as I headed for the bar.
Jo looked up first, the two of them going silent as I came to stand by them. "Dean..." her eyes fell to my empty beer bottle. "Need another?"
"Uh, yeah."
Before Jo could move, Liz turned and reached over the bar as she grabbed a beer and handed it over to me. "It was gonna be mine, but I can get another." she shrugged.
"Thanks." I gave her a slight grin as I offered a short nod. "I'm Dean Winchester."
"Pleasure to meet you, Dean Winchester." she stretched out her hand, which I took and shook without hesitating. "I'm Elizabeth Rose Hart. But my friends call me Lizzie."
"So does that mean we're friends?" I asked as my grin grew a little.
"Not at all." she returned my grin with her own before she turned to Jo. "I'm gonna grab a beer, hang out for a bit longer. I'll see you later." she leaned forward to place a kiss on Jo's cheek and then turned to leave, but not before catching my eyes again as she walked off.
I didn't watch her leave but instead turned to Jo. "You two pretty close, huh?"
Rolling her eyes, she moved to walk behind the bar. "We've been friends for five years or so now. Mum took her in when she was seventeen."
"No family?"
"Nope." she started to wipe down the bench as she went on. "Family died when she was fifteen. Its why she became a hunter." she stopped talking and cleaning as she realized she'd said too much. Sighing, she turned to look at me again. "Why are you so interested anyway? You like her or something?" the way she asked the question was meant to sound lighthearted, but I could hear the slight jealousy in her voice.
Yes. "No." it wasn't a complete lie. Elizabeth was hot, but I didn't know her well enough to like her or not. "Just not used to seeing female hunters as young as her around."
"Well, she's one of the best I know." she went back to cleaning as she kept talking to me. "Even goes off on her own sometimes. But mum doesn't like it, so she tries to find other hunters to tag along with. Doesn't like sticking around here for too long."
"Hey, Jo!" someone called from the other side of the bar.
Looking up, she nodded to the person who'd called for her before she turned to me. "I gotta get back to work." she gave a light smile before she walked off.
I turned and headed back to Sam, beer in hand.
The moment I sat in my seat, he spoke up. "So, did you get her number?" he grinned as if he thought I'd struck out.
I lifted my beer to my lips and took a quick swig not even bothering with a response.
EPOV
I'd crashed in Jo's room last night long before the bar had closed or she'd finished work. I'd needed the rest after a long hunt and was now refreshed and rejuvenated. That's how I worked. Run on fuel and fumes for as long as I'm on a hunt, and then crash for about ten to twelve hours to get ready for the next job.
After waking up I'd headed for the bar knowing someone would be there to keep me company while I eat some food. Sure enough, Ellen had kept me company as I ate the greasy bacon and egg sandwich I'd whipped up while she cleaned the bar.
Of course it hadn't taken long before Jo showed up and began to beg her mum to let the two of us go on a hunt together. That's about the time I'd curled up in the booth where I sat, trying my best not to draw attention to myself.
"You can't keep me here!" Jo snapped, following her mother.
"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie."
The door to the bar opened, though I seemed to be the only one to notice. The guy from last night- Dean I think his name was- walked in with another guy.
Last night I'd been drawn to Dean, sure. I mean who wouldn't be with those green eyes, perfectly chiseled jaw and that grin he'd given me. Oh, God that grin. He was one good looking guy. But I wasn't into getting with other hunters- not again. I was now a strictly civilian kind of girl. Meet 'em then leave while on the job. Best way not to get hurt.
The guy he was with, well I could tell they were brothers in an instant. He was pretty good looking as well. Even though he had a baby face, he was taller- though not by much. It made it hard to figure out if he was the younger brother or the older one- my money was on younger. Brown, almost hazel like eyes, thick dark hair that fell a little past his ears. Yeah, he was pretty cute.
"What are you gonna do, chain me up in the basement?" Jo's voice caught my attention, pulling me back to the arguing women.
"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that lately." Ellen turned to her. "You don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school."
"I didn't belong there. I was a freak with the knife collection."
"Yeah, but getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?"
Before Jo responded she looked over her mother's shoulder, finally noticing the two guys. She fell silent, clearly not wanting them around to hear all this.
I was different though. I'd been around a lot longer, I'd seen these two fight a lot over the years. Plus, I was actually kind of a part of this argument. It was only a matter of time before Ellen turned her rage on to me for even thinking about taking her daughter on a hunt.
Ellen turned to see what her daughter was looking at, before she simply sighed. "Guys, bad time."
The one who wasn't Dean nodded. "Yes, ma`am."
"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway." Dean noted as they started to back up to leave.
"Wait." Jo called before they could take more than a step or two. "I wanna know what they think about this."
"What, my opinion isn't enough?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little forgotten and insulted. But those feelings were squashed to nothing when Ellen turned to glare at me. "Never mind..." I turned back to my empty plate.
"I don't care what they think." Ellen told her daughter, who continued to grab the file anyway so she could show the guys.
"Are you guys open?"
All five of us turned to see a family of four standing by the door. Their Nebraska is for Lovers shirt gave me an impression they were either tourists or a happy holidaying family.
"No!" Jo answered at the same time her mother snapped yes.
The husband and wife shared a look before the man spoke again, gesturing to the door behind them. "We'll just check out the Arby's down the road." he offered a polite and uncomfortable smile before they all left.
The moment the door closed, the bar phone started to ring.
Jo and Ellen turned to each other, neither willing to give in, until one had to. Rolling her eyes, Ellen moved to answer the phone which gave Jo her moment to talk to the guys.
"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." she offered Dean the folder. When he didn't take it, she insisted. "Take it, it won't bite."
"No, but your mum might." he noted, causing me to chuckle lightly. Jo continued to stand there, giving him no choice but to take the file and give it a quick look.
As he checked it out she went on to explain the case. "This girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years, six women have vanished, all from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two, so cops never eyeball the pattern. So, we're either dealing with one very old serial killer-"
Dean cut her off suddenly. "Who put this together? Ash?"
Jo shook her head. "I did it myself."
Seeing as Ellen was still distracted, I took this moment to move over to stand next to Jo. "I'm taking this case, and don't think otherwise. But, it's always good to have a few extra pair of hands."
The guy I didn't know turned to Dean with a shrug. "I gotta admit, we hit the road for a lot less. And it might not hurt to have someone else tag along."
"Good." Ellen hung up the phone, coming around to join the conversation again. "You like the case so much, you take it."
"Mum-" Jo went to argue, but Ellen stopped her from going on.
"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I won't lose you too." she then turned to me. "And you sure as hell aren't going either."
My jaw dropped. "Why not?"
"Young blondes." she lifted her hand to gesture at both Jo and me. "You two are exactly what this thing hunts." she turned her attention to me. "I'm fine with you chasing after every other monster out there that's just looking for anything it can get its hands on. But when you are the specific thing that's being hunted..." she shook her head. "It's not happening."
I could not believe this. Sure, I thought Ellen wouldn't be happy with me. But this? This was taking it a step too far.
...
Sure enough, the guys decided to take the case and left shortly after. Jo and I were too pissed to spend another second in the bar, so we headed for her room. After a few minutes I was left on my own, which only made me stew in my anger more. It was when Jo walked in with a big grin on her face that my mood lightened.
"You wanna get out of here?"
I sat up on the mattress I'd been lying on that had been laid out on the floor for me. "And go where exactly?" I asked, feeling a bubbling excitement grow in me as figured out the answer before she said a single word.
She grinned. "We're going hunting."
To be continued...
Whenever I cut an ep into more than one part, I'll let you know by putting 'To be continued...' at the end :)
Bamby
