As promised, here is the start of my Supernatural Litany AU. This takes place after 10x05 and will diverge from canon here on out. I suppose this is my version of Supernatural. As always, I'd love to know what you think!

ASHLAND, KANSAS

PRESENT DAY

Every Friday night saw Sal's Bar filled to the brim with regulars and noisy young folks out to have a good time. Chatter hummed over the classic rock blaring from the antique jukebox. Liqueur was poured into polished glasses and artfully slid down the bar toward each patron. In a small town like Ashland, everyone knew Sal's was the only place to be after another week's work was finally over.

Sliding into the only empty booth in the whole place, Dean Winchester took a swig of beer. Over the top of the bottle, keen green eyes scanned the good-natured chaos. Six huge bikies were singing a very out-of-tune rendition of Elvis Presley's Blue Suede Shoes in the far corner. A group of rather tipsy women seemed to be part of a bachelorette party, judging by the fluorescent feather boas around their necks. Most-likely-underage teens were getting drunk in a shadowy booth. A gaggle of men roared and hissed at sport on a crappy television over by the bar.

If he didn't know any better, Dean would have assumed it was just an ordinary crowd. But he did know better. Hell did he knowbetter. He glanced at his cell, checking for messages. There was no little envelope icon signalling Sam had located the blackmail photos. Dean sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension. It had been a fortnight since the crazy gig with the play and Calliope, but there were parts of him that still ached.

I'm willing to accept that monsters are real, but those books... are works of fiction. And you guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean.

'"Way too old,"' he muttered darkly, 'Hmph.' He tossed the phone onto the table and wiped his hands over his face.

'Long day, hottie?'

Dean's hand leapt to the pistol resting on his thigh. At the same time, his gaze jerked up to meet violet eyes and a suggestive smile. She was pretty in the way a vixen in a hen house might be; a dangerous flash of red amongst the normalcy around her. Without invitation, she slipped into the seat opposite him.

'Uh, you lost, kid?' Dean raised his eyebrows. Deciding she didn't look a day over twenty, he wondered what the Hell kind of angle she was playing. He soon found out.

'Kid?' Hooker red lips parted in a grin. 'Oh, honey, I can't be.' She leaned in as if about to share a secret. 'I know way too much to be a kid.'

Her wink and short laugh were far too flirtatious for Dean's liking. Sure, he still liked to have a romp every now and again – but this girl was just that… a girl. With a dry chuckle he stared her down. 'Look, I don't really wanna get myself some jail time, so you're gonna have to scram.'

She pouted, wiping a pretend tear from her cheek. 'Twenty-three too young for ya? Most guys like that about me.'

'Yeah? Well, I ain't "most guys", sweetheart.' Dean leaned back, idly noticing her luminescent blue hair. 'And I'm here on business, anyhow.'

Like some sort of curious raven, she tilted her head to the side. 'Oh, yeah?'

The cell phone buzzing loudly against the table made them both jump. The girl recovered first and reached out. Dean cussed under his breath as she snatched his cell away and swiped the screen.

'Hey there.'

'Hey!' Dean leaned forward, his chest to the table, clawing in vain at the air. He could hear Sam's confused voice through the speaker.

'Yeah, he's right here.' The girl smiled at Dean, tilting as far away from him as she could get. She was out of reach and she knew it. Momentarily lowering the phone, she chirped, 'It's your brother.'

'I know!' he growled, 'Now hand me the phone before you get yourself hurt!'

Her natural coloured brown eyebrows quirked. 'Are you gonna beat me up?' she questioned mockingly. 'A forty year old drifter attacking defenceless little me in the town where everyone knows I'm an angel. I can't wait to see how that turns out for ya.'

Once Dean was done figuring out she didn't actually mean "angel" literally, and trying not to completely lose his temper at "forty year old", he got to his feet. He was careful to settle the gun on the seat, beneath the table. 'Listen kid, this is important.' He tried to appeal to her sense of morality, knowing as well as she did that he couldn't touch her. No doubt she'll just start screamin'. 'Matter of life and death, actually. So I need my phone back.'

To his heightening frustration, the girl simply fluttered her heavily mascaraed eyelashes. 'Oh, yeah,' she told Sam, apparently answering a question. 'Thomas Mackay's always been on the wrong side of the locals. Since he got here … Uhm, 'bout three years ago now … I also happen to know about – yeah, yeah, that's right. Wow, you're pretty smart.'

'Oh, come on!' Dean threw his hands in the air. He collapsed back into the booth and crossed his arms.

'Your brother's having a tantrum,' she informed Sam.

His best withering glare didn't faze her. Which only annoyed Dean more. 'Kid, give me the damn phone. I ain't askin' again.'

'Nice chatting to ya, Sam.' Without warning, the blue-haired girl tossed the cell over the table.

Startled, Dean only just managed to snatch it from harm. 'Thanks,' he grunted sarcastically.

'No problem,' she grinned, adding another wink.

'Sam?'

'I thought you were workin'.' His brother's voice was tired but Sam was still teasing, so he wasn't completely beat yet.

'I was,' Dean growled, 'Then Little Miss Pain in the Arse turned up.'

'She's actually proved pretty useful,' Sam admitted, 'I think I've worked it out.'

'Just tell me what you got,' Dean grated out.

He could practically hear Sam smiling through the phone. There was the sound of shuffling papers and then, 'This lawyer, Thomas Mackay, he isn't liked around here. More so since he forced Mrs Harrison out of her house. When they bulldozed the place, they didn't bother doing anything to the cellar.'

'You mean they built on top of it? I'm no builder, but I'm betting that's against a few regulations.'

'It's downright dangerous.' Papers shuffled again. 'We found the first hex bag in the library, where Miss Hanley choked to death. It looks like she had a lot to do with convincing Mrs Harrison to sell up to Mackay.'

'She deserve to die for that?'

'I don't think so, but clearly someone else felt differently.'

'Yeah,' Dean sighed. 'And the photos? Are they in the office?'

'I'm still looking. Any sign of our not-so-friendly neighbourhood witch for hire?'

Dean glanced at his watch. 'Meet-and-greet should start any minute now.'

'Right. I'll find these photos and meet you back at the motel.' Sam paused. 'Dean, how old is the girl?'

'Reckons she's twenty three.' Dean made a face when his unwanted companion poked her tongue out at him. 'But she acts like she's thirteen.'

'Dude, you're not… I mean…' Sam stuttered through the phone, and it took a moment for Dean to realise what his brother was alluding to.

'Aw, dude, no! No, I'm about to send her home to her Mama so she can be ready for school in the morning.'

'That's … Sorry, man. I -'

'Just find the damn photos and meet me back at the motel in twenty.'

'Right.' Sam took an audible breath before adding, 'And Dean? Be careful.'

'You too, little brother.' Dean hung up and slipped the cell into his pocket. 'Listen, twinkle toes,' he started, but realised the girl wasn't paying attention to him anymore. Her unusually coloured eyes were fixed on the doorway.

He followed her line of sight and immediately reached for his pistol, returning it to the flat of his thigh.