An assassin is waiting for our boys. Fortunately she's not very happy about it. OC. No real pairings. Repost from previous account.
Disclaimer: The Supernatural world is all the WBs. But Hannah is all mine. Just ask if you want to use her. (Dirty :)) Sharing is caring.
Chapter 1
Thoughts of an Unwilling Assassin
It had been almost a thousand years since she died. Hannah twirled the straw in her diet coke absently. That would make her 1031. Counting her actual life years. Life span. Whatever. And it was 2006. 2006 minus 1031 was… 973. No 975. Not that it mattered. What was she doing here again? Waiting. Waiting for some punk ass kids that the boss wanted dead. Boss, dictator, oppressor, whatever. Whatever? Was she starting to talk like she looked? Shit.
Being an assassin was not how she wanted to live her life. No. A thousand years ago she would never have dreamed… but it didn't matter. Nothing did anymore. How utterly depressing. Tomorrow she would go dancing. Yes. Dancing it was. A nice discotheque would uplift her thoughts and whatever feelings she had left. Did they call them discotheques anymore?
Hannah fingered the glock in her waistband and willed herself to open the file. The File. Uppercase f. Inside the innocent looking manila covers was the death sentences for two people. She didn't know who they were or what they did. Probably something really bad. Or good, considering whom her boss was.
Demon. Devil. Daemon. Fuckwad. Just several of his esteemed jackass' names. Really she was putting off opening the file just to aggravate him. And aggravating him gave her so much pleasure. Not that in the grand scheme of things her distain was going to keep him up at night. If he slept. She didn't know.
She knew he was watching. In the waitress. In the cook. In the air. Everywhere. All the time. But it didn't bother her because what could he do that hadn't already been done. After all her own mother had given her to him. For what? Life? Wealth? Hannah didn't know. After all she had been taken away and by the time the opportunity had come up to go home… it just wasn't anymore. Home. Was she afraid? Yes. But of what? That was the question. One million dollars to the person who knew the answer.
But it was almost 6 now. Almost time to do the job. She supposed she should open the file to see whom she should shoot at. But maybe she wouldn't. Instead she could just open fire on the whole diner. Yea. Just kill the whole batch of them. He would appreciate that. But maybe she wouldn't. She would just leave. Walk out the door at 5:55 and never look back. Yes he would kill her. Probably painfully. It would be worth it though just to piss him off that one last time. Go to hell or heaven with a final fuck you on her lips. But maybe she already was in hell. Maybe she'd just end up her again. How depressing. Yes, tomorrow was defiantly a dancing night.
She opened the file. Hello boys. Dean and Sam Winchester. How do you feel about dying today?