This story has to do with my previous story, "Safe". There is some informal language that is not appropriate for kids under 13. Completely Supernatural based. LJ is back as well, so I hope you enjoy that! This was written completely off the top of my head. Enjoy x)
She had long, dark black hair. It was cut in layers, the shortest one framing her face when it's down. And the way she does her makeup in all black makes her eyes look more blue than green. She has a nice body, not too curvy but not all bones. She works at this bar in California. Her name is Blair. When they first met her, he and his brother were celebrating after a hunt. Now you have to understand when I say hunt, I mean as in ghost, demons, werewolves, witches, creatures of that nature. Well, Blair was the only bartender seeing as the night was slow. She was wiping up tables when the two guys walked in. Her smile could light up a room, in this case the room needed less light.
"Barry, your wife is going to be upset if you aren't home soon." She tapped the drunken man on the shoulder.
"Yeah yeah, anything to get rid of me." The old man grumbled as he walked out. She looked up and saw the two customers who sat at the bar. She walked over as she threw the towel on her shoulder.
"What can I get for you two?" She asked in a sultry voice.
"Couple of Jim's please" The shorter guy leans over the bar in an attempt to flirt. She holds her hand up immediately.
"You aren't drunk yet, don't start flirting." Seemingly offended the guy pulls back.
"I wasn't-"
"Trust me honey, I've been a bartender for a while now. I know when someone is going to flirt same as I know you two are-" With a look around the almost empty bar, she leans forward and lowers her voice.
"Are Hunters." They guys look at one another, the taller one lifting his eyebrow slightly.
"Are you?" He asked her. She smiled.
"On my days off." She then goes back to wiping tables.
"What d'ya think Sammy?" The shorter guy asks as he notices his friend staring after the bartender.
"Well Dean, she is pretty." He shifts uncomfortably under the eyes of Dean.
"That's my little brother, go talk to her!" He encourages. Sam downs his drink, but stays where he is.
"She doesn't want to be hit on." The bartender/Hunter walks back.
"Need a refill?" She asks, leaning on the bar. Dean chuckles and excuses himself to the restroom leaving Sammy alone with her.
"Um, yeah. Yes please." He stumbles on his words making the girl laugh as she pours him another drink.
"So, what's your name?" She asks him, slightly flirting.
"Sam. Yours?" He avoids her eyes and tries not to look at her breasts that are on the bar.
"Blair." Her voice is low and sultry, and slightly turning Sam on.
"Blair, that's a nice name." Dean comes around the corner and sits down, making Sam slightly jump. Blair chuckles and pours two more drinks. She then heads over to the men sitting in the corner-more like sleeping.
"Boys, closing time! Go home to your wives and children. Be happy that you have a home for now." Slapping their money on the table, the guys grumble as they begin to head out.
"Closing time? Already?" Dean asks, looking at his watch. After watching the guys leave, Blair closes the door behind them.
"Yeah, but I'll make an exception for you two." She begins to gather up the empty glasses when the phone rings in the back room. Rolling her eyes, she walks back and answers it.
"Forbidden Island bar, Blair speaking. How may I help you?" She waited a few moments of silence before she went to hang up.
"Don't hang up. Blair, it's Luke. I've been.." The man groans in pain. "I've been attacked." Without hesitation, Blair asks where he is. Right after he tells her, she races out of the room.
"Sorry boys, change of plans. I uh.. I gotta run." Dean and Sam watch the girl as she throws her apron on a hook and races to the door. She hastily motions for them to get out, but Dean holds back taking his time.
"Why the rush, Sugar?" He asks her, in return getting a huff.
"My co-worker has just been attacked and I need to help him." Dean walks quickly, but instead of going to his car, he and Sam follow her.
"What do you think you're doing?" She turns to them placing her hands on her hips.
"You need help. I'm guessing this co-worker guy is big and looking at you, no offense, but I doubt you could carry him if that's what it comes to." Blair reluctantly agrees and heads to her car, Sam hopping into the passenger seat. Dean follows in the Impala to where the co-worker guy told Blair he was waiting. Staying low, she carefully made sure that she didn't make a sound and rushed to a spot where she was sure no one could see her. When she saw Luke on the ground, she thought for sure he was dead. Instead of rushing to him like she wanted, she looked to make sure this wasn't a trap. Sure enough, there was something in the trees waiting for its prey to fall for the trap.
Blair was a few feet away when Luke twitched. He looked in her direction and his eyes widened in fear. Shaking his head slightly and looking up in the trees, Blair stopped. She looked back at the boys that had come with her and slowly retraced her steps.
"I think this is a trap." She whispered. Sam looked at Dean.
"Good thing you came back, look!" Dean pointed to the tree where a small silhouette could be seen. Looking closely, many silhouettes were sitting in the trees, waiting. Looking around the abandoned forest, trash and filth could be seen everywhere.
"Blair! Come to me!" Luke's voice was heard from afar. Blair's head whipped in the direction and she had the sudden urge to bolt to his side. A strong, steady hand gripped her arm tightly.
"If this is what I think it is, you shouldn't." Sam was looking directly into Blair's eyes. He knew her from somewhere... She looked too familiar. Blair looks over her shoulder at the man laying on his back. It looked as if he had several broken bones and he was bleeding a lot.
"What is this thing?" She asks, swallowing her fear. Dean looked to his brother, also wondering what his brother knew.
"It's a Crocotta. It is commonly described in legend as luring people by calling their name, drawing them deeper into the forest until it can devour them." Dean's face turns from interest to pissed off in less than a second. Blair immediately understood that they had dealt with this before.
"How do you kill them?" Blair asked, strong determination detected in her voice.
"You stab those bastards in the back of the neck. Sons of bitches are sick." Dean pulled out his knife and got to his feet. Sam did the same.
"You have a plan?" She asked. With a snarling smile, Dean turned to her.
"You help your boyfriend. Get him out of here. Sam and I will take care of the rest." They both left before Blair had a chance to argue. Tying her hair back, she snuck back to Luke. Getting to his side, she placed a hand on his face.
"I'm here for you, Luke. Can you stand?" She asked. With tears in his eyes, he gave her a slight nod.
"You shouldn't have come, Blair." She wiped the tears from his eyes as she helped him sit up.
"I'd come for you. I'd fight for you. You know I'd always come for you, no matter what." A series of thumps were heard behind them sending a chill down Blair's back. Not turning around, she quickly helped Luke to his feet. His 6'3" frame seemed a lot smaller as he leaned on her 5'5" frame. He limped quickly, making it easier and faster to get out of the forest swamped with Crocottas. Blair looked behind her to see three of them gaining on her and her crippled friend. She pushed Luke to run faster, making him cry out in pain. Sam and Dean jumped out of nowhere and began to stab the Crocottas, easily making them fall to the ground dead. Soon, Sam came around to help Blair with the weight and height of Luke. Dean was at Blair's side, wishing he had one more person who could help. Secretly cursing himself for not bringing another knife, Dean helped his brother with the injured man. Putting him in the back of the Impala, Dean and Sam hopped the front. Blair was with Luke, assuring him he was going to be alright.
"Where should we go?" Sam asked Dean, looking behind them to see that they were leaving the Crocottas in the dust easily.
"Go back to the bar. I can fix him up there." Blair said, focusing on putting pressure on Luke's bleeding side. They get to the bar and place Luke on the pool table. Pulling out all the medical supplies, Blair goes to his side.
"You're going to be alright. Just stay with me." Tears pool in her eyes, blurring her vision. She blinks them away as the unconscious man moans in pain. Dean and Sam stripped him of everything but his underwear. Just as Blair was about to stitched his side wound, the phone rings. She glances at the clock that read 1:00 am. Who would be calling here at this hour? Sam looks suspiciously and nods at her. Dean takes her place putting pressure on the man's side.
"Hello?" Blair winces at the crack in her voice.
"Blair, puh-lease tell me that it's you!"
"LJ? Why are you calling me?" Sam and Dean look up at hearing the familiar name. That is when it hits Sam. Blair looks almost identical to the Hunter that Dean and he saved from Crowley almost five months ago.
"I need a favor." She sounded worried which was something completely abnormal for her.
"I am sort of in the middle of something, can I get back to you?" Blair looks at Luke, all broken and in agony.
"Blair, I need you to get a hold of two Hunters for me. Their names are Sam and Dean Winchester. Tell them that I am sorry for not calling, but I had to disappear again. Tell them..." Her voices cracks as Blair realizes she is crying. Hearing Luke cry out in pain makes Blair jump off the table she was sitting on. She looked at him across the room.
"LJ, you talk to them." She hands the phone to Sam who had made his way to the office and Blair rushed to the pool table. Dean pulled the gauze away as Blair quickly stitched his worst wound up. She stitched up all of his bad cuts and cleaned him up. Grabbing the fiberglass from the kit, Blair wraps up Luke's broken leg and arm. She pulled an old blanket that she keeps in the office out and laid it on him.
"Wow, where did you learn to do all this?" Dean asked girl.
"I went to SGU to become a vet, but dropped out when I didn't have the money to pay for my tuition. Decided to become a bartender and have been here ever since." She shrugged as she took a shot of Jack. Sam came walking in the door glaring at Blair.
"What I do?" She asked, sitting down. Sam rolled his eyes and walked to Dean.
"I need your keys." He holds out his hand for the keys to the Impala. Dean gives him a "Are you crazy?" look.
"What? Why?" Dean steps away from his brother.
"Because I'm going to go get LJ. You should stay here and make sure little miss 'Hunter' is safe." Dean hands over the keys as Sam storms out.
"What was that all about?" Dean asked.
"I dunno, he's your brother." Blair takes another shot and sits on the ground leaning her back against the bar. She lays her head on the bar-stool and yawns.
"You wanna go to bed? I'll watch over." Dean offers. Blair is asleep almost immediately. Dean turns on the radio to rock and puts his feet up. Grabbing a bottle of Jack, he begins to drink as he awaits the return of his brother.