The 66th Seal
by Kentcharm

Summary: Alice, a self conscience 18 year-old girl fresh out of high school feels stuck in her boring, uneventful life. But all of that is about to change when two brothers enter her life unexpectedly, forced to protect her from Lilith and her demon lackeys. Follow Alice though her experiences in the Supernatural world...

Chapter One

The annoying clanging of bells notified us of customers. The familiarity of it took a toll on me, and not in a good way. Being a waitress wasn't my cup of tea; I only did it to pay for my school tuition. The Red-Rose Diner wasn't a rose at all; it was more like the thorns on the stem. Unfortunately I had to crawl up that stem to get to the actual rose, my one way ticket out of this town.
"Alice!" A small voice whispered harshly behind me.
I spun around. It was Hayley, my best friend and co-worker. Hayley always had the knack of sneaking up on people.
"Yeah?" I asked, a little bit breathless. It was sweltering hot, and I could feel the perspiration begin at the back of my neck.
"Look at the hunk that just walked in..." She said, nodding her head towards the entrance. Discreetly, I peered over at the man in question.
It was like one of those movies, where everything goes in slow motion. Every step he took, every strand of hair, everything was combined in this one moment of bliss. I could almost see myself drooling. I unconsciously straightened my posture as he walked by us.
"Alice, I'm taking this one." Hayley smirked, and slithered towards the man as he sat down at the counter. I examined him as she took his order, trying to ignore Hayley's flirting tactics. He was young, in his twenties, and his brown hair was just long enough to clearly imagine running your hands through it. He also appeared to be a gentleman, seeing as he hadn't once glanced at the cleavage that was inevitably being shoved in front of him.
I started to rearrange some forks on a booth table, but once again found myself looking at the stranger. Once Hayley had poured him a cup of coffee and reluctantly walked away, I took the chance to get closer to him. I walked up next to him to swipe off the counter (that was already clean, but I wouldn't admit it). He looked sideways at me and smiled. He had green eyes. My knees started to feel weak, so I quickly smiled back and hurried behind the counter, afraid I might fall. I continued to steal glances at him while he ate his cheeseburger. He was an all-American guy, by the looks of it. Hayley woke me of my daydream.
"Don't bother, he's gay. I put all my moves on him and he didn't fall for one. Plus he's too quiet... and he looks kind of sketchy looking around all of the time."
I hadn't noticed this, but she was right. He was looking around at all of the people in the diner, studying them.
"He's not gay, Hayley." I said, yet suddenly uncertain. Hayley did have a nice rack...
"Maybe he's on a blind date?" Hayley exclaimed, thinking she had solved the mystery. I laughed.
"If I had a red rose I'd give it to you Hayley, then at least someone would be getting lucky around here."
She laughed, a little too loudly. The mystery man looked at Hayley and I. It was pretty apparent that we had been talking about him. We both quickly turned and scurried away, but not before I caught his smile again. Blushing furiously, I refilled a regular's cup of coffee. Nice one, Alice. Real great.
When I looked up again, he was leaving. My heartbeat died off, now just a dull ache in my stomach. I tried to hide my disappointment as the ringing of the bells signified his departure.
I stood in front of the spot where he had been, and imagined that he was still there. I imagined my-self less inhibited and more spontaneous. I would have struck up interesting conversation, and laughed at his jokes. I sighed, looking at my reflection on the shiny countertop. I wasn't ugly, but I definitely wasn't the blonde bombshell type (I was unfortunate enough to have inherited my mother's barely an A-cup genes). My heavily layered hair was dyed blonde with orange and red streaks, the result of teenage adolescence and boredom. My hazel eyes, large and round, are my best feature, (that and my lips, which are full and a light pink and melt with my skin) My hands, small and delicate, aren't fond of hard labour. I often try to avoid washing the dishes at work when I can, usually bribing Hayley to do them for me. Hayley and I have been friends ever since high school. She was there for me when my parents died, and her family even let me live with them. We're practically sisters. We do each other's hair, listen to the same music, and ogle over the same guys. In grade 12 we decided to take this job together until university started in the fall. Hayley said it would be "the last great experience of our youth." I had laughed at the time, but wasn't now.
For the rest of the day I thought of the man that had come in. Tall, dark and mysterious; he was the poster child for heartache. I hadn't even noticed that everyone had gone until Hayley patted me on the shoulder.
"Want me to close up?" Hayley asked. I sighed and rubbed my wrist. It was throbbing, my blood felt abnormally hot. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and began to feel anxious.
"What's wrong?" Hayley asked, concerned.
"Nothing, it's just the heat." I assured her. "You go ahead, I'll close up. You have a date tonight with Ronald right?" I asked, vaguely remembering her talking about it earlier that morning.
"Roger." Hayley corrected. "And you can hardly call it a date. I'm doing it out of sympathy. He's been asking me all year...." she trailed off, rolling her eyes at unpleasant memories. I remembered Roger Martin as the exact replica of 'Dilton Doiley', (glasses and all). He was in almost all of Hayley's classes in her senior year, and in more than one cases she had seduced him in order to copy his Chem. labs. I smiled faintly, remembering the times I had told her to be careful not to let him fall for her (which he inevitably had). The two were total opposites, and I was sure Roger would agree that the rules of chemistry state that opposites attract, (even though I'm sure Hayley would say opposite).
"Oh come on, Hay, Roger's a nice guy."
Hayley pretended to shudder. "Yeah, because you know I just love guys who like to dress up as Darth Vader on the weekends."
"I'm sure it's not as bad as you dressing up as a play-boy rat." I said, giggling as I reflected on the previous Halloween. Hayley had intended to be the widely acclaimed Hefner bunny, but couldn't find a bunny tail. At the last minute her mom had forced her to wear a mouse tail from her little brother's old Mickey Mouse costume.
"See? Now you're a cat!" she had exclaimed, leaving a miserable Hayley on the verge of suicide, (or maybe matricide, possibly even both!).
Hayley huffed and puffed, reminiscent of the big bad wolf. Her over dramatic whine didn't fully conceal her laughter. "Alice you promised not to bring that...that...disaster up again!"
I laughed. "Fine, in the name of the Go-go's, my lips are sealed! Now go now, I'll close up quick."
Hayley smiled, got her things, and left. I washed a few more tables, closed the blinds and turned the lights off. I decided to change my clothes in the staff bathroom, eager to get my uniform off. I put on an old pair of jeans and a black Sex Pistols shirt from my backpack. I always kept spare clothes with me in case I clumsily spilled grease on myself, (which actually happened a lot). Within minutes I was out the door.
It was dark out, which usually didn't bother me, but right now I felt like I was being watched. The familiar sting on the base of my neck signified this, and it crawled like an eight legged spider up to the top of my skull. I unconsciously brought my hands to my hair, roughly tearing at it in attempt to shed the overwhelming encasement of paranoia. The streets were unusually dead, and all I could hear was the distant sound of cars on the freeway. The streetlights jutted down to the pavement, casting long shadows in my path that resembled the bars of a cage. I walked down the street with long strides, trying to ignore the fear growing deep inside of me. It spread like the long, intricate branches of an oak tree. My only comfort was the steady sound of my shoes on the cold concrete, the echo bouncing elegantly off of the surrounding buildings and back to my ears.
Click-click, Click-click, Click-click
I tried to play games in my head, to keep my mind off of the invisible spider that wove itself in my hair. First it was 'Don't step on a crack', and I hummed the song to myself.
"Step on a crack, break your mother's back...."
Click-click, Click-click, Click-click, Ca-thunk
My heart stuttered at the sudden noise that interrupted my humming. I slowed, straining to hear it again. Once again, only my own footsteps could be heard. Regardless, I sped up.
"Step on a nail, put your father in jail..."
Click-click, Click-click, Click-click, Ca-thunk, Ca-thunk
I felt a lump in my throat, and tried to swallow but my throat was dry. Recovering myself, I dismissed the sound and continued down the sidewalk, not hesitating to step on the crevices any longer. I briefly thought to myself that to others I probably looked like a lunatic running in the dark like this. I continued my charade...
"Step in a hole, break your mothers sugar bowl..."
Click-click, Ca-thunk, Click-click, Ca-thunk
There was no denying it now, someone was behind me. I stopped mid-step, and the second pair of footsteps stopped too. I felt like my blood was boiling; ready to burst out of my body. I slowly turned, scared of what I might see. In one climatic moment, I braced myself for the worst; but nothing was there. I breathed out loudly, unaware that I had been holding my breath. Hayley was going to laugh her ass off when I told her this. I started to turn back around, when out of nowhere I heard someone scream, "GET DOWN!"
I dropped to my knees. Loud piercing sounds tore at my ears. Noises like thunder erupted all around me. I covered my head as glass started to fall from the sky. All of a sudden I felt myself pushed flat on the concrete. It was like a large bolder was placed on my back, I could barely breathe. The glass stopped raining down, but the bangs ensued. When I opened my eyes, I saw a blonde man with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. He was moving towards another figure, but I couldn't make it out; Someone's arm was blocking my view. In one quick moment I realized that the bolder was actually a person, and that that person was shielding me from the glass and gunfire. I tried to concentrate on my breathing, but I felt like I was on fire. I began to feel dizzy, and I was losing conscience. I tried desperately to hold on, but struggled. The chaos around me quieted, and I felt myself being lifted up and carried. I could make out voices around me.
"I told you they'd try to get her tonight."
"Are you sure it's her?"
"They seemed sure."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
I could feel my right arm dangling, and tried to lift it. I brought it up until it touched the man's chest. Gripping his jacket, I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry, and I squinted in attempt to focus it.
"Eat your carrots!" my mother's voice droned.
Green eyes. It was the guy from the diner. My heart stopped.
"You!" I sputtered. He smiled. Before I could say anymore I was placed in a car. It was an old black four door Impala. He shut the door behind me, and my two saviours got in the front. The blonde guy was driving. He looked tough, and was a bit intimidating. The other one (Don Juan) turned to me.
"Alice, right? Well my name is Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean." He said. The other grunted his hello.
"I..." I started, "What happened back there?"
Sam looked at his brother, Dean nodded.
"Well, do you believe...in the Supernatural?"