Heya! This is my first fic for Supernatural, which I started watching recently. It's set after season 5/parts of 6 because Sam is out of Lucifer's Cage, but he has a soul. Doesn't matter how, it just happened. After that, Sam and Dean went separate ways to live normalish lives instead of continuing on the normal spn plot. This is 5 years later. I own some characters, but not Supernatural or it's characters.
Paige walked into the roadhouse and tucked the gun into the back of her tight jeans. She'd learned not to trust anybody besides God, who she had finally made contact with six months ago, after the "accident". She brushed her sandy brown side bangs from her amber eyes and scanned the area. It looked clean. The welcome mat was a Devil's Trap, so obviously precautions were taken. She walked up to the bar and sat down.
There was a plaque on the wall. In memory of Ellen and Joanna Harvelle, owners of the original Harvelle's Roadhouse. Paige remembered hearing the story. In 2009, Ellen and Jo Harvelle had given up their lives to spare the Winchester boys so that they could stop Lucifer. Although he lived to see another day, the brothers eventually stopped him and trapped Lucifer and Michael in Hell. They also left their brother, Adam in there, but nobody really talked much about it.
"Excuse me little miss, but aren't you a little young to be seated at my bar. The tables are for people under twenty-one." The woman who spoke to her had medium length red hair pulled back into a bun. There were bags under her dark brown eyes.
"I actually came here to talk to somebody. Is this Sam Winchester's place?" Paige asked.
The woman grinned. "I don't hear much about people who know my husband. Sometimes he gets a call and has to go take care of an issue with a friend, but I rarely ever meet anybody. Hell, I've never even met his big brother that he talks about so much! Name's Trissa." Trissa offered out her hand. I shook it.
"Paige."
"Sammy!" Man, Trissa could yell. Luckily, the roadhouse was mostly empty for the night. "Some girl wants to talk to ya. Bring the kids, we rarely ever see anybody you know!"
A little boy with red hair and sparkling green eyes came up from the basement first. He was little, two or three, and was wearing spaceship footsie pajamas. Next, a tall man walked up the stairs holding a baby girl. The baby looked a lot like the boy. She was bundled in a pink blanket and seemed to be about a year old. That explained the bags under Trissa's eyes. Two young children could be a lot to handle. The man had long blonde hair and the same sparkling green eyes as his children. It was him. The man was Sam Winchester.
He looked Paige in the eye with a look of vague recognition. "I don't think I know you, but you sure as hell look familiar."
Trissa slapped him. "SAM! There are children present!" He looked to his wife apologetically.
Paige spoke next. "Sam, I don't think you or your family is safe. I have spoken to God and he says that, although you sent most demons to Hell along with their leaders, the remaining forces are all gathering together to take out you and Dean to get revenge for sending Lucifer to the cage."
He leaned towards her. "You think I haven't taken the precautions to keep my home safe? There's a panic room, Devil's Traps at each doorway, windowsills constructed with salt, and holy water sprinklers, not to mention that the entire diner is also a Devil's Trap."
"It's my orders to protect you and Dean right now, who is more difficult for me to find at the moment. I was hoping for your help, so that I may unite you two so that we can take on these demon scumbags."
"Who are you anyway?! Why should I trust you? You're just a little teenage girl!"
Paige looked Sam in the eyes. "I've been told that I look like my father, who died because of you and your brother. God told me that he knows how to bring him back, but he want to test me first to make sure I can wield the necessary power."
Sam had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at her familiar amber eyes. "Your dad is-."
Paige cut him off.
"Gabriel."