So I know I have a bunch of stories that need to be updated, but I recently started watching Supernatural and this popped into my head and I can't get it out. This probably only be like three chapters since it's supposed to be like one episode of Supernatural. I've been marathon-ing the show and I'm only on the sixth season so I did my research, but if I get something wrong I apologize profusely. Also this story takes place near the beginning/middle of season five.
Enjoy!
The midday sun shone brightly on the sky, the light refusing to dim even with the current apocalyptic situation the world was in. Of course the small town that one memorable black impala was rolling into had no idea of the dangers of the world around it, or the danger that was inside it either. The only thing this small town knew was that some unsettling occurrences had been happening the past couple weeks and two unknown men were eating dinner at the local diner.
"Bacon burger with everything on it and the daily soup special, coming right up," The waitress smiled at the men, hoping they'd notice her low cut top before walking away when they made no look or comment.
"The waitress," Dean smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Sam who just sighed in response, "So why are we in the middle of nowhere again?"
"Well, Bobby picked up some demonic signs and the local news has been reporting about some kids that have disappeared in town," Sam explained, opening up the newspaper he had in front of him to the article on the disappearances.
"Wait, kids?" Dean nearly spit his drink out onto Sam, "Kids aren't usually demon targets?"
"Yeah, I know," Sam sighed as he pushed the newspaper towards Dean wearily.
"Then we better make sure and kill this son of bitch," Dean stated as he grabbed his beer.
"Yep," Sam agreed as the waitress with the low top returned, this time her top truly did go unnoticed.
The door to the cheap motel room swung open as the tired Dean and Sam walked in, Dean slamming his gun on the bedside table. The room looked like a hundred others that they had stayed in before.
"Dammit! All day and nothing!" Dean flung himself onto the bed as Sam laid his gun more gently on the table before sitting on his bed next to Deans.
"Whatever this thing is, if it's a demon, is hiding really well," Sam looked back at the books and open computer on his bed. There was about ten pages open on children stealing demons and monsters, the books matching the search.
"No point in looking anymore tonight," Deans eyes were already beginning to close when a knock at the door made them reopen and he sat up.
They looked at each other before they slowly got off the bed. Neither knew who or what was at door and by the look they had given each other they knew that the other didn't know who was at the door either.
"Come on boys, let a pretty girl in," The strangers voice floated in, not recognized by either.
Both grabbed their guns and approached the door, Dean standing against the wall next to the door while Sam grabbed the door handle. Sam silently counted down from three before opening the door. Both pointed their guns at the mysterious women in the doorway.
"Is that anyway to let a lady in?" She smirked at the brothers before pushing past them, "I'm here to help."
She had curled long brown hair and attractive face, her piercing green eyes looking at the two before her. She had a dark red tank top beneath a black leather jacket with jeans and boots on. An outfit that complimented her without removing the slightly threatening feeling eminently from her. She smiled at the two very confused brothers before her and put her hands on her hips.
"Might wanna put away the guns and close the door before a maid walks by," She tipped her head towards the door which seemed to snap the two out of their daze. They both lowered their guns and Sam closed the door.
"I promise I'm unarmed," She moved her jacket to show her bare waist, "And I won't bite."
"Alright, drop the act," Dean growled, "Now explain who you are. Hunter? Crazed stalker?"
"First one works," She smirked at Dean, "I'm a part time hunter here to help with your demon."
"So it is a demon," Same interrupted before Dean could retort, "How do you know?"
"This demon and I have a history," The women broke eye contact to turn towards the window, she looked out at the dark night for a moment before looking back the boys, "Name's Trace by the way."
"Is that short for anything?" Dean asked with a sarcastic smirk as Trace smiled.
"Nope," She laughed at the angry look on Deans face, but her laughter stopped as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, "There's something you should know before agreeing to work with me."
She handed the phone to the confused again Sam. He carefully took the phone from her and looked at it like it would explode in his hand.
"You're the calmer of the two so open the camera and look at me through it," She flicked her hand towards the phone, "And please let me explain before freaking out."
Sam looked at Dean before doing as she said and opening the camera on the phone and raising it slowly to look at Trace. Dean looked over at the phone as Sam's eyes widened. Deans followed suite.
"Like I said, let me explain," Trace said as her eyes glowed steely on the phones screen, "And no silver knives boys."
I know it's rather short, but I felt this was a good cliffhanger to leave off on. I promise I'll update soon, probably tomorrow since I'm trying to get this bad boy out. I tried to edit as I went along, but if I missed a few things please forgive me.
It's been awesome writing again and I've missed you guys.
-seb
