Have you ever been a bartender? Because if you haven't, don't start now. Unless, of course, you're the kind of person who likes fistfights, old hairy men and…oh ya, no sleep. No joke, it's around 11pm on a Saturday and I'm just beginning my nightshift.

"Sydney, we got another one over here," my boss Charlie called.

I headed over to greet the newest costumer. This guy had an unhealthy amount of body hair, he smelled like gasoline and he was wearing a stained wife-beater. He was the kind of person that you wouldn't be surprised if he really did beat his wife.

Needless to say, I wasn't so enthused as I walked up behind the counter, "What can I do for you?" I asked politely.

He looked me up and down and gave me a smirk, "I can think of a lot for things you could do for me."

Did you hear him? I mean, he actually said that right? Well, you see what I mean now don't you? Not 15 minutes into my shift and someone is already hitting on me. And here at the Blue Wolf, we don't get the most charming men.

"Ew," I said disgusted. "I think I'd rather go clean the toilets." I left the counter.

By now I think you've seen enough evidence of how lousy it is to work here. And believe me I would have even taken this job if I hadn't needed the cash so badly. But what can I say, hunting and killing the supernatural doesn't exactly pay the big bucks. And when you're 23 years old, money is usually considered a necessity.

After about 15 minutes the hairy guy left to go dance with a pack of drunken college girls. Don't worry, I'll spare you that horrific scene.

I walked back to the counter and began cleaning the glasses; and that's when I heard it.

"This hunt isn't exactly going to be easy Dean, we haven't even found the nest yet."

I quickly looked up from the counter to see two men sitting a few stools over. One of them was really tall, much taller then me and I'm 5'9. He had dark brown hair and these soft, brown eyes filled with concern and a hidden sadness. The other one was shorter with light brown hair and startling green eyes. He looked fun, he seemed to be right at home in the bar. Alright…he was hot! Like, undeniably good looking. But don't worry; I know he's just another one of those "bar" guys.

They most have noticed my quick head movement because they were both staring at me. That's alright, I could play it cool.

"You two are hunters?" I asked as I walked towards them. The shorter one slapped a huge grin on his face, "Yeah, that's right, I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam. We hunt elk, bear, that sort of thing."

It was obvious they weren't the plaid shirt, mount the deer on the wall type of hunters. These brothers were like me, they hunted the supernatural, and they were trying to steal my hunt. Not that they knew it…

"I don't think you're going to find much here," I said.

Dean looked at my chest, "No, of course not…Sydney. " he said spotting my nametag. "Actually, we're not here to hunt. My brother and I live in Australia and we're here on vacation." His grin grew wider.

The younger brother rolled his eyes.

I laughed, "Is that right? I said. "Where's your accent?"

"Huh?" his smile faltered for a quick second.

"You're Australian accent?" I asked again.

"Oh. Uh…--"

That's what I thought." I turned and grabbed them a few beers from underneath the counter.

Dean grabbed one and took a swig.

I talked to them for a while longer and I had to admit, it was the most fun I'd had in a while. They weren't really a threat to my hunt anyways, I mean, they hadn't even found the nest yet.

Just then, hairy dude decided to make his theatrical entrance, "Hey!" he shouted. "Wanna have sex?"

He stumbled forward and fell on the counter next to Sam. A revolted look crossed Sam's face. That disgusted look made its way back onto my face, "Look, I thought I told you to screw off."

"Listen," he said. "Hows sabout I take you back to my place and we can have our own little party." He reached out to grab me.

Another hand smacked his out of the way and punched hairy man upside the head. "Look buddy, she said back off." Dean yelled.

The guy just staggered out of the bar. I don't think he really knew what was going on. I was amazed that this guy I just met would protect me like that, but also a little annoyed, I mean, I'm a big girl. " Thanks," I said. "But I can take care of myself."

Dean and Sam looked taken aback, I guess my reply wasn't what they expected.

"Oh well, " I thought to myself. I left them alone.

I felt kind of bad about what I had said, but not enough to apologize. I don't do that very often and I don't plan on starting now.

Later, I saw Sam supporting Dean out the door. Y shift was over so I wandered out after them. I watched them get into their car and drive away. I opened the door to my black '65 Mustang and revved the engine, "I have work to do."