The Soul of a Demon

Chapter One: Rock Salt Breakfast

a/n: Hey all! So, just a little background. This story actually takes place in Season three, I know, a long time ago, right? But I just thought a little nostalgia wouldn't hurt :D So, I hope you enjoy my version of season three…..

There was no way that Abby was going to get through this if she didn't stop thinking about that day. She knew she needed to move on, to find some semblance of closure, but there was something almost sinister holding her back. She was afraid that something sinister was her. Was it all her fault that her sister was dead? Abby still couldn't sort everything out in her head about what had happened, she didn't want to. It was just too crazy. Who would believe her even if she were telling the truth? The only clear thing evident in her mind was for her to pack up what was left of her life, and leave town. She didn't have any family left, her parents had passed in a car accident a few years back, and her dad didn't have any siblings. The only person that she knew of was her mother's estranged brother, Robert. Abby had never met him before, and her mother rarely talked about him, she merely would say that he had strange notions of life, and kind of lost it when their parents were killed when they were both still in high school. Abby at least knew where she was headed, to the only other person on this planet that just might care about her, for he was the only family she had left. There was a slight nagging voice at the back of her head telling her that going to him, just might get him killed as well. What if the reason he was her only family left was because they had never met?

Abby knew that her mother had said that Bobby lived in this little town in South Dakota, near Sioux Falls, which was where her mother grew up. Uncle Bobby had to still be there, or else she was going on a hopeless mission. She slipped her 1968 Dodge Charger into third as she saw a building up ahead. It looked kind of like an old bar of some sort. Abby knew one thing, was that she was hungry, and could use a drink, so she slowed right down and took the right into the lot outside the bar. There were a couple of cars parked out front, one being a 1967 Chevy Impala. Oh, what she wouldn't give to look under the hood of that baby and see its 427 engine. Beauty. She turned off her ignition, and grabbed her purse as she got out of her car. She did a double take of the impala as she went by and into the bar, which she saw was called the roadhouse. Interesting name, bad movie. As she walked inside, she said quietly to herself, "thought it would be bigger," She looked around, taking in her surroundings. There were a few scattered people, staring into their pint glasses, all looking like they had seen better days. The bar itself looked like it was remodelled slightly, but in such a way that it still kept its small town charm. She could still see some ashes in the corner, so she figured it had burned down, and then rebuilt. She walked up to the bar, and grabbed a stool, as she waited for the woman to finish with one of her customers. As she waited she perused the menu, or lack of one. All it had on it was a soup of the day, a roadhouse burger and fries, or something called rock salt breakfast.

"What the heck is rock salt?" she asked to herself. She really did have a bad habit of saying her thoughts out loud.

"You don't know what rock salt is? Then what are you doing in here, honey?" asked the red haired woman who looked to be the owner of the dump.

"Um, well, I am tired, hungry, and thirsty. Plus, I am in the general area that I need to be in. I'm trying to find my uncle." She stated, not sure why she let the woman have so much information. Usually she wasn't so forthcoming. Just as the woman was about to say something two guys walked from the back room.

"I can't find the-" started the shorter one, but the owner of the bar silenced him with one look. Abby saw that and didn't like it one bit. What were these people hiding? Sometimes she really hated the small town mentality. The two looked at her, realization coming to their faces, leaving Abby even more confused.

"What's up, Ellen," asked the one who had spoken before.

"Well, this young lady is looking for her uncle. She's not from around here," Ellen said in an obvious way. Abby was getting pretty perturbed with this small town attitude, and wanting nothing more than to get her drink, some nuts and get the hell out of there.

"Oh," said the tall one, as they both took seats by her at the bar, eyeing her suspiciously. Well, the tall one was eyeing her with suspicion, he blonde was just eyeing her. That normally would make her feel uncomfortable, but she was doing the same to him, so it was only fair. She wished that she hadn't been on the road for ten hours, and that her hair wasn't all mussed.

"Who's your uncle?"

"Well, My mom told me my uncle Bob lived around here, at least, he did," she stated, eyeing the two. Okay, so they were either gay, or brothers, she concluded. Both were too good looking to be true. Especially the blonde one, with his smouldering eyes, and pouty lips. If she wasn't so focused on her objective of finding her uncle, and getting to the bottom of her sister's death, she would give him a whirl.

"Wait, you have an Uncle Bob? Like, 'Bob's your uncle', uncle Bob?" laughed the blonde one. The tall one elbowed his, Abby assumes, brother in the ribs.

"Ow! Seriously Sammy, you gotta stop doin' that! I was only making conversation with the girl,"

"Well, stop being such an idiot! Dude!" he stated, glaring at the blonde one.

"Yep, definitely brothers." She stated, without even thinking about the fact that she was speaking out loud once again.

"What?" asked the blonde one, as the one he called Sammy looked to her as well. Abby looked slightly shocked, but recovered quickly.

"Well, I figured you guys were either gay, or brothers." She stated, making Ellen laugh out loud.

"They get that a lot." She said between chuckles. The two brothers did not look impressed.

"Sorry, I have this thing where I say whatever comes to mind, without really thinking about it. My names Abby Constantino" she said, smiling, as she held out her hand to them. They just stared at for a moment, then the tall one stuck his hand in hers, smiling as well.

"My name is Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean," he stated, gesturing towards his brother, and putting emphasis on the fact that they indeed were related. Dean merely did a head nod in her direction in greeting.

"I'm Ellen, I own this joint," she stated, shaking her hand as well.

"It's nice to meet you all," she stated, smiling. She peeked an extra look at Dean. He was supremely handsome. Quite the distraction.

"So, where does this uncle of yours live? We could probably help you find the place," offered Dean. Abby looked to him gratefully.

"That would be awesome! I've never actually been to his place at all. I only ever met him once when I was, like, five or something. My mom told me his place was pretty junky, that he actually had a junk yard as well. I love old cars, which is why my mom told me that, and that last she heard he was driving a camaro. A rust bucket of a camaro, but still a camaro." All three of them exchanged looks, similar to before, which made Abby nervous.

"What?" she asked, her smile disappearing from her face, as she looked to the brothers than at Ellen, than back again.

"What is his last name? It wouldn't be Singer, would it?" A stunned Dean asked, as he saw the other two weren't going to recover from their shock.

A/N: That's my first chapter, and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please read and review, and let me know what you think, I thrive off of reviews XD