A/N: Hey everybody, so first off I just want to say that I have not forgotten about my other story A Hunting we will Go! I will update that story ASAP, but for now I have brought you something a little different. This story is dedicated to the lovely and wonderful Aley Hock, without her I would have never discovered Supernatural or the world of fanfiction, and also if you haven't already checked out her work, I suggest that you do it is absolutely amazing. So as a disclaimer I do not own Supernatural, or Sam and Dean just Becca Singer! So I hope you guys enjoy and please R&R.
Becca had known Sam and Dean Winchester her entire life. She had spent her summers with her uncle Bobby at his salvage yard, when John Winchester would drop the boys off for weeks at a time. Becca was a year older than Sam and three years younger than Dean, and at sixteen she knew how to hot wire a car, dis-ensemble a gun, and exorcise a demon. She had gone on her first hunt when she was twelve years old; it was a shape shifter if memory served her right. So when it came to hanging out at her Uncle Bobby's place for the summer it was always an adventure. Dean Winchester at nineteen had always rubbed Becca the wrong way, quite possibly because of his giant ego and lack of respect for women in general.
"Girls can't hunt, they aren't tough enough. I thought at sixteen, girls were supposed to be sweet?" Said Sam shyly, as he watched Becca clean a gun from across the table, he had always had a crush on her, but never said anything he had never been very good with words around girls. The last girl he liked was named Amy; he had met her in Lincoln, Nebraska when his dad had dropped Dean and him off while he went out on a hunting trip. It turned out Amy was a kitsune, not even human. Sam kept starring at Becca waiting for her to answer.
"We're not all sweet Sam, it's just a metaphor. Besides my mom is a hunter, had her first kill when she was my age, you don't have to be tough to be a hunter or tough to make the right decision Sam." Becca said placing the gun on the table as she looked at him.
"That's right Sammy, not all girls are sweet, some of them are lying, deceitful, and needy." Dean said, smirking at Becca. She smiled at him,with a look of pure hatred as she finished cleaning the gun and pumped the barrel.
"And if you're not careful some will shoot you dead boy, didn't your dad ever teach you, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" said Bobby as he strolled into the kitchen and placed a firm hand on Becca's shoulder as a sign of pride. "And she doesn't miss!" Bobby said to Dean as he walked toward the fridge to grab a beer, turning back around to smile at Becca. Who was now looking through the scope of the gun, that she had just finished assembling in under an hour. Dean's smile slowly faded from his face.
SEVEN YEARS LATER . . .
One shapeshifter wasn't so bad, Sam and Dean could handle one of them, but a nest of shapeshifters . . . they had been on the trail of a shapeshifter for three weeks now, and it had led them through hell and back, actually it had led them to a bar and diner in Devil's Lake, North Dakota. Dean turned off the engine as both boys stepped out of the impala. The sign on the diner was supose to say " Welcome to Hellen's Kitchen" but two of the bulbs for the letters had burnt out so the sign read "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, we serve pie". Dean laughed at the irony of it all, Hell's kitchen, Devil's Lake. The boys walked into the bar, as a girl from the back shouted at them.
"Just sit anywhere you'd like, be with you momentarily." As she hustled back into the kitchen, in the corner of the room was a pool table that was currently occupied, surrounded by about a dozen or so bikers all standing around. Just what you'd expect to see when some poor fool was get hustled and con for everything he owned. Sam and Dean approached the bar and took a seat, as the girl came back out. . . "You feds?" the woman asked as she approached the boys who had been sitting at the bar watching as another poor sucker got taken to the cleaners at pool.
"No ma'am, Marshall's up from Bismarck, you know the light is out in your sign is out." Sam said as she approached them.
"Yea, I know but it's just so hilarious I mean Hell's kitchen in Devil's Lake, I just haven't had the heart to fix it. Besides it gives this place a little more character and wards off the trouble makers. But anyway, what can you?"
"A piece of pie sure sounds nice right now." Dean said looking up at the woman, with a sly smile on his face.
"Sure thing honey, and you?" she asked looking at Sam.
"Ummm I'll just take a glass of water." He replied. The woman put down her pen and starred at Sam, she placed her hand on her hip and stared at him. Sam was taken aback and for a moment thought that the woman was going to jump over the bar at him. She leaned in across the bar and pointed out the window.
"Sugar, you see that out there, that's a lake, if you want water go stick your head out there, this here is my bar and I only serve Jim, Jack and Jose. Now who's it gonna be?" She said as she looked back at Sam who was speechless.
"He'll take a double of the strongest stuff you have." Dean said slapping Sam on the back and smiling at the woman. Cursing came from over near the pool table as the group of bikers dispersed, and the only one left standing there was a tall skinny girl with massive curly hair tied up in messy bun. Wearing a pair of denim jeans and a guns and roses t-shirt.
"Becca, honey come on over here we got customers." Hellen yelled at the girl who was just about to take her shot when she looked up in their general direction and waved, a smile came across her face as she set down the pool stick and stuck her winnings in her back pocket. Dean smiled and waved back as she got closer to him and Sam.
"Little Sammy Winchester?!" She said, blowing right past Dean, who now donned a sarcastic smile, like he knew she would do exactly that.
"Becca?!" Sam said, as she approached him and gave him a hug. His arms wrapped around her small frame, he was thrilled to see her, and wondered how she was there in the first place, giving Dean a confused look and a shrug while Dean made a gun sign with his fingers and put it up to his head giving a sarcastic smile. "How have you been Becca, it's great to see you again, you look great." Sam stammered, as he held her at arm's length, looking her over once or twice as his boyhood feelings slowly started to return, he hadn't felt anything since the death of his girlfriend Jess.
"Oh yea real great." Dean muttered under his breath, between swigs off his beer.
"It great to see you too Dean!" Becca said in her most sweetest, sarcastic tone, with her hand on her hip as Dean continued eating his pie and raised his beer bottle to her without ever looking up. After a long silent pause Becca gave Dean a once over, "You look like Hell Winchester!" she said with a forced laugh as he continued to sip on his beer ignoring her, truth of the matter was he looked great, his jeans made his butt look great and she could see the outline of his shoulder muscles underneath his t-shirt. His leather jacket slung over the seat next to him.
He stared up at her giving her a cocky grin, "you know you're burning a hole through my skull", he said starring up at her. She looked away and tried desperately to change the subject, embarrassed that he had caught her starring so intently at him.
"Shut it Winchester!" She said as she pushed away from Sam and went behind the bar. She pulled up a couple of shot glasses and cleaned them, giving them an extra spit shine which made smirk a little, still the little spit fire he had grown up with.
"So where have you been, what have you been doing?" Sam asked turning his attention back to Becca.
"I've been living here for the last four years, saving people, hunting things, you know the family business." She said, as Sam closed his eyes and grinned he knew exactly what she meant, that was the motto in their family as well. "Mostly I've been working here at Hellen's tending the bar, and hustling at pool whenever I get a chance, I take the poor sucker for all he's worth but only the ones that talk big." She said pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels from under the counter and pouring a double shot. Dean starred at her, amazed.
"You hustle pool." Dean said a hint of disbelief hidden in his voice, as Sam interrupted him.
"Last I remember you weren't any good at pool, in fact you we're lousy." Sam said, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Becca was a bar tender and hustled pool, and was smoking hot.
"No I was terrible at poker, I couldn't bluff, and you guys always counted my cards, I never had a shot in hell against you boys." She said raising the shot glass to her lips, Dean clamped a hand down over the top of her glass and slammed it down on top of the counter. Becca glared at Dean, before scoffing, "What the Hell Dean?!"
"Your gonna kill yourself with that stuff, shouldn't you be drinking something more I don't know fruity . . . maybe tequila or something." He said starring up into her face. "A girl your size, one drop of that and I could blow you over like a feather."
"Oh, that's precious" Becca said stepping back and placing a hand on her chest "Winchester, if I'd have known that you were AFRAID that I could drink you under the table right here right now then I would have done it a long time ago." Dean was the one taken aback now, as Sam sat smiling watching them both, he knew that Dean could drink, but this was an actual throw down that he knew his brother just couldn't refuse.
"I'm not afraid sweetheart!" He said with a sly grin on his face, "Just wondering how a girl from Sioux Falls, South Dakota ended up here with the rift raft, hustling pool, serving up drinks and throwin' em back?"
"Gotta make a living somehow!" She said raising and eyebrow at him before attempting again to throw back the shot, as Dean put his hand over it again. Becca let out an irritated sigh. "You are treading on some very thin ice Dean." She said leveling him with a glare, before watching him throw her shot back. . . She licked her lips and leaned over the counter, "tell you what Winchester, I'll make you a deal, I bet you that I can beat you at a game of pool, every ball missed the loser takes a double shot, every missed call a triple. Winner gets a favor which they can save until needed"
"Any favor?" Dean said leaning in close to her where she could feel his breath hot against her face.
"Any favor, day or night, winner calls the shots." She said smiling at him biting on her lower lip.
"You're on sweetheart." He said pushing away from her and leaning back on the bar stool. Before sitting back up and leaning in once more folding his hands on the bar.
"Okay, but you were warned." She said grabbing a couple of shot glasses.
"By the way, I don't drink none of that watered down crap, I'm a real man we drink straight up whiskey." He said getting off the stool as she grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels 100 proof from the top of the bar and walking over to the pool table in the corner.
"Well, I'm a real woman, and we drink straight from the bottle." She said taking a swig as she kept walking over. Sam stayed behind at the bar and watched as Dean followed her. Hellen came back out with a tray full of burgers and set one in front of Sam.
"Here honey, on the house." She said laying the food down in front of him, Sam smiled and thanked her. "I hope you're friend there knows what he is doing?" she said to Sam as he looked up from eating his burger. "I've seen Becca play, and the girl has never lost."
"Well Dean, is pretty good at pool ma'am, I'm not too worried." Sam said going in for another bite off his burger.
"I wasn't talking about pool honey." She said laughing and nodded in their general direction as Dean broke and missed his first shot. Sam watched as Dean took his first triple of the night.