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Prologue

Sam and Dean Winchester were driving toward a case involving vampires. The Impala had been rebuilt after an encounter with a nasty demon had nearly demolished the sleek black car.

John Winchester had been deceased for a little while, and their relationship with each other on a more even ground.

They had no idea what they were heading into. . . .


Angelina Slaughter smiled at Connor's prone form, he was less stern and gruff when he slept. He looked almost innocent, with his face smoothed out and peaceful.

She stroked his cheek, her mate. He pulled her closer in sleep, her small, almost non existent baby bump brushed his warm abdomen.

In that moment, happy and safe in his arms, she felt like the luckiest female wolf in the world.

She wished she didn't have to go in to work.

She kissed his cheek, reluctantly extricated herself from his arms to wash up and get dressed for her shift at the bar.

She was dressed and tip toeing toward their tent door when two arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back into a hot chest. She giggled, leaning back into her mates embrace.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"It's my shift, tonight."

"Don't go in. Call Gale, stay here with me."

"You know I cant, so don't tempt me."

"Spoil sport. Have it your way. Wait here, I need to find my pants."

~Angelina~

I sighed, my back ached as I served another customer.

Sometimes, I wished it was possible to wear a heating pad while standing up and moving around. It would sure make my night easier.

My mate and his pack sat in the back of the room. His silver eyes watched my movements carefully, his silver streaked dark hair hanging past his shoulders.

The door opened and two strangers entered. One was tall and lean with brown hair, skin kissed by the sun and chocolate eyes. The second was shorter and thicker bodied than the other, with short black hair and green eyes.

"No, Dean, we're not. We are lost, I have no idea where we are, but I do know that it is not Idaho." The taller one exclaimed, sounding exasperated and close to losing his temper with the other.

'Dean' snatched the map from his tall companion and looked it over. "Well then, Sam, you let me turn on the wrong road."

They walked to the bar and sat on a pair of stools. The pack zeroed in on the strangers, giving them all their attention, prepared to interfere if I needed them to. The town wolves ceased their discussion to listen in as well.

"What can I get you boys?" I asked, not even pretending to be polite. I was tired, thirsty, both my feet and back hurt.

'Dean' shot me what I guessed was supposed to be a flirtatious smile. I blinked in response.

'Sam' took the moment to speak up. "Hi there. My friend and I would appreciate two beers, if you please."

"Coming right up." I grabbed the first bottles my hands touched. They weren't specific and I'm not a mind reader, nor do I want to talk to them any more than necessary. "Here ya go."

"Hey, what's your name?" The shorter one asked, smirking and leaning on the counter. The move made what little muscles he thought he had become visible.

Like that would impress me? I could chew him up like a cat chews on a mouse and spit him out. I had a real man, a real wolf as a mate. My Connor was an Alpha male.

I leaned forward, so he would think I'd actually grace him with an answer. "Not interested."

I pushed away from the counter and walked toward the back to sit down while I took inventory. My sister, Gale, and Connor would look after things for me.

I groaned in relief when my backside touched the seat of my cushioned rolling chair. I flipped open the folder and skimmed the pages until I reached the current date. Everything checked out so far, Gale and Deke kept tabs on the crates better than expected.

I sipped a glass of ice water, enjoying the relief a few more minutes before I had to go back.

The travelers were still sitting at the bar when I returned. Great. Note the sarcasm.

Deke held up two fingers in the air, his sign that he was ready for two more shots of a special mix I call Throw Caution to the Wind.

"Either of you boys need topped off?" I asked, not in an effort to be nice, but to assess whether or not they'd be leaving soon. I quickly whipped up two shot glasses of Throw Caution to the Wind while I waited for a reply.

"Thanks, but I'd rather you have a drink. On me." Dean slapped a five on the counter in front of me.

I picked it up and dropped it into one of the shot glasses I'd been prepared to give to Deke. "No thanks. Here you go, Deke."

The wolf grabbed the drinks and walked back to his table.

"What the hell?" I heard the cocky jerk mutter.

"It might be possible that she really isn't into you, Dean." Sam replied, badly suppressing his laughter.

"Shut up. It isn't possible, no one is immune to my charm." The conceited ass scoffed indignantly.

I left the counter to make my rounds at the tables.

Connor flagged me down third, after John Tollerman and Ash. I gladly went to him.

"Are they bothering you?" He asked in his gruff, rumbly voice.

I offered him a small, tired smile. "I'm fine, just a little tired and annoyed. He'll give up soon and be on his way."

"If he bothers you, let me know and I'll take care of it." He lifted a hand to his face and kissed my palm.

"I will, I promise. I had better get back to work now." I collected as many bottles and glasses as I could carry before heading to the counter.

I tossed the bottles in the trash and set the shot glasses in the far sink until I or Gale could get the free time to wash them.

Lila, the pack slut, approached the tall one. She stopped when she stood not even an inch to his right, an arm snaking around his shoulders. "Wanna dance with me?"

Sam rubbed a spot on his cheek awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders in a subtle attempt to remove her arm. "Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer. I'll have to pass."

Lila scoffed and walked off.

"Even the town slut couldn't interest you? Are you a monk or something?" I sneered, wiping part of the counter with a rag.

"No." Sam blushed.

Deke strode over, his stance aggressive. "My girl tells me you grabbed her. What the hell do you think gives you the right?"

The travelers turned to face the agitated wolf.

"I'm sorry?" Sam frowned at Deke.

"You heard me." He growled, stepping forward.

"Deke, don't you start anything in this bar." I warned, my hand pausing as I waited.

"No worries. Just suggesting that these. . .outsiders watch their hands."

"I didn't do anything."

"You calling my girl a liar?" Deke practically snarled at the tall one.

"Deke!" I snarled, irritation starting to leak into my voice.

"No, I just-" He began, but I cut him off.

"How about you exit my bar?" I suggested, crossing my arms.

"What? He didn't do anything! Shaggy over there started it!" Dean protested.

"All three of you can get out then, but you're still going." I stared them down, unmoved by the protest. The pack and town wolves stood from their seats, gathering closer to enforce my declaration.

"Okay, okay. We're gone." Sam started backing out, his hands up in the international I mean no harm gesture.

They left immediately after and I threw their drinks out. Good riddance, I thought they'd never leave!


Sam was confused and flustered. He hadn't done anything to that girl, and the locals threw him and Dean out. He got the impression that the locals didn't take well to outsiders.

Color him surprised when they found a local man crouched beside the Impala. The man had shaggy brown hair and an average appearance.

"Hurry up, before they see me." He whispered, jerking his head.

Sam and Dean shared a brief look, then walked around to the other side of the car.

"You shouldn't have sniffed around the bartender, she doesn't belong to you. You have no idea what you've done." He hissed, eyes darting nervously as if searching for something.

"What?" Sam asked, curious and even more confused.

"She's his. He has seen you with her, he knows your face now. There's no where to run, no place for you to hide that he can't find you. You should leave, tonight. Go! Run, while you have the chance." He continued to check his surroundings.

"Who?" Dean questioned, taking a step forward.

The local man shook his head frantically. "I can't say, I've told you too much already." With that said, he bolted like a frightened rabbit, leaving the Winchesters with more questions.

What the hell? Who was this 'he'? What was going on here?

"Maybe we should stick around, investigate." Sam suggested, opening the passenger door.

"That's what I'm thinking, there could be a case here." Dean replied as he turned on the Impala and drove a bit to make the locals think they'd left.

The Winchesters were going to get to the bottom of this, one way or another. . . .