Cullens, Meet the Winchesters

AliZoe

AliZoe (c) 2014

Prologue

Another Day on the Job

Eating at the local diner in the middle of nowhere seemed harmless...and it was. The drip, greasy bacon cheeseburger hit the spot to the "T" in the pit of one of the brother's stomach. The stringy cheddar cheese stretched from his lips with each bite as the crackling bacon oozed with perfection. Licking his fingers, he grabbed a pinch full of fries, dunked them in ketchup, and stuffed them in his mouth. The baked potato-iness made them that much more satisfying: soft center with a crunchy chomp. "Mmm!" he grunted while smacking his lips. "Nothin' better than eatin' some good ol' classic American after a hunt!" Taking a swig of his favorite drink, he dove into his burger once again. "Waitress!? Hit me with a slice of apple pie a la mode!"

"Dean, could you at least swallow before talking?" his brother asked in exasperation.

"What? It's a compliment, Sam!" he rebutted with a wide grin. His lips spread over the mound of food stuffed between his cheeks as the pretty waitress placed a hot slice of pie next to him. She rolled her eyes as she trudged away. Taking a whiff, the smell of cinnamon and butter filled his nose as the vanilla bean ice cream melted into every crevasse of the lardy crust. "Mmm! Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Want some?"

"No thanks, I'm fine with my coffee…"

Pushing the half-chewed cow to one cheek, he continued, "You know, Sam, when you live the life that we do, you gotta enjoy the simple things in life!"

"I'll log that away, thanks," Sam smiled, shaking his head. One of many cell phones began buzzing in his pocket. Scrunching his eyebrows, he pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hey…yeah?...Are you sure?...Alright, where?...Are you serious?...All the way up there?...Sure, yeah. We just finished a job and needed somewhere to head. Thanks Bobby," he sighed. "Bobby found us a job. Apparently, we have some vampires to hunt."

"Sweet! I hate those things! After killing another freaking Wendigo, I can handle some vamps! Where at?"

"Forks, Washington."

"Forks? Never heard of it, you're making that up."

"Nope, Bobby said 'Forks'."

"Alright, do we know how many vamps we're dealing with?"

"Around eight."

"Piece of cake! We'll be in and out in no time!" Dean smacked. Placing his pointer finger in his mouth, he cleaned his molars. "This is seriously the best burger I've ever eaten! You gotta try it!"

"No thanks, once again!"

"Suit yourself." Biting off another chunk of beef while the other sipped his coffee, Dean and Sam Winchester were ready to take on another nest. They were the pros and were fueled for the extermination.