Take A Chance On Me
(Rewritten)
Summery: Everyone got into hunting for a reason. When Sam and Dean start running with a new hunter after her family is killed, they're about to learn her reasons. The quotes are from songs by K's Choice. I'M REWRITING THE ENTIRE THING. I POSTED IT A WHILE AGO BUT NOW I"M MAKING SOME CHANGES. Don't forget to review :D
Chapter One: A Taste of Philadelphia
"This has got to be the most lame ass town we've ever been to." Dean said looking around as he and Sam walked down the sidewalk.
"Tell me about it. There's hardly anything here." Sam agreed, looking around as well.
"Then why the hell are we here?"
"Because there's a case here."
"Dude, this town is nothing but a road and a street lamp. How can there be a case here?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder to get a better look of the girl that had just walked past them. "What is it anyway?" He asked, turning his attention back to his brother.
Sam took a deep breath and let it out. "Not sure. Ellen said that so far, every hunter coming here ended up dead."
"And how many is that?"
"That we know of? Eight."
"Gotta be some bad-ass demon." Dean mumbled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket. Smiling, he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and stopped walking.
"What is it?"
Dean nodded towards a small building across the road. "A Taste Of Philadelphia. You know I love me some Philly-cheese-stakes."
Sam rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips and followed Dean as he crossed the street, a bounce in his step. After ordering two grinders, they sat down at a table by the window, waiting for their order to come up. When it finally arrived they thanked the waitress and dug in.
"So do we know anything about this case?" Dead asked through a mouthful of steak and cheese. "You know, besides hunters getting killed." he took another bite.
Sam swallowed the food in his mouth. "Nothing. This thing isn't leaving any evidence. No sulfur. No electrical storms. No smoke. Nothing."
"So, we don't know what kind of demon it is," Dean said, counting off on his fingers. "We don't have any leads. And bodies are piling up."
Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Sounds about right."
Dean picked up his grinder again and took a large bite. "Wonderful."
"You might want to keep your voice down." Sam said and took a bite.
After getting a confused look from his brother, Sam eyed the girl at the counter that had took their order and the waitress that had brought them their food. Dean glanced over and caught one of the girls watching them. Once she knew she had been caught, she looked back at the customer at the counter and took his money as he paid for his food. The bell above the door rang as he left and the girl behind the counter walked over to the waitress.
"Why don't you head out. I can handle closing the place up." Said the girl with black hair.
"You sure?" asked the redhead.
The brunette nodded and wiped down the counter as the redhead took off her apron and walked out the door.
"I wasn't talking that loud." Dean said turning back to Sam and taking a bite of his grinder.
"Yes, you were."
Sam and Dean looked over at the girl, then glanced at each other. "We're uh, just practicing for a play." Sam replied lamely.
The girl took off her apron as she walked out from behind the counter. Dropping it on another table, she walked over to the door and locked it, then flipped the "open" sign to "closed".
"A play?" she said, fighting back the urge to smile at their nervous faces. She folded her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. "How long have you two been hunting?" she asked, leaning against the counter.
Dean and Sam looked at each other. Dean shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his food. Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to the girl. "Hunting?"
The girl rolled her eyes and shifted on her feet. "Are you the Winchesters?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other nervously. Putting down his grinder, Dean placed his hands in his lap, discreetly pulling out his gun beneath the table. The girl smiled.
"Think you'll be able to get this demon?"
"You…know about demons?" Sam asked, Dean giving him a glance.
The girl licked her lips, then walked behind the counter. She disappeared into a back room. When she came back out, she grabbed a chair and dragged it over to their table. Dropping a folder on the table, she looked at them.
"I wanna help."
"How do you know about demons?" Sam asked.
"How do you know about demons?" The girl asked. "Shit happens." She glared at Dean for a moment. "You can put the gun away."
"You're not helping." Dean said, resting the gun on the table and continuing to eat his grinder. "You do make one hell of a Philly though."
"I know more about this case than anyone." The girl spat back.
"Did you ask any of the other hunters?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. And they all said no." She said.
"Look, we don't need some kid running around getting themselves killed." Dean snapped.
"First of all, I'm 20. Second, I've been hunting since I was 15. I know what I'm doing."
"Just stay out of our way." Dean said.
"This thing is after my family. I'm gonna be around whether you want my help or not." She said, staring him down.
Sam sighed. "Alright. Fine."
Dean looked across the table at Sam. "Fine? Are you freaking kidding me?"
"This thing is after her family, Dean. It's one case. It isn't like we're going to be running with her for the rest of our lives." Sam defended. "And she knows the case."
Dean sighed. "Fine…but we get free food." he said, taking a bit from his grinder.
"Deal." She said, finally smiling.
"What's your name by the way?" Sam asked and took a bite of his food as well.
"Summers." She said, shaking Sam's hand and smiling.
