Taylor Hayes needed money. That's why she was waiting tables and bar tending at the Roadhouse. Even though she had been hunting for nearly four years, she had not yet mastered the art of the credit card scam. It just so happens that this was one of the few bars where hunters could come and go when they needed information or a place to meet. Since this was the case, Taylor picked up a lot of information. During her four months of employment she found interesting information that could come in handy. Some things were the names of the cheapest places to buy large quantities of salt, the names of highly haunted, yet little known, towns.
In a third of a year nothing at all exciting had happened, but that was about to change. One day, before opening she was cleaning some tables. The chimes then jingled telling Taylor that someone had just walked in. "We're not open yet" she called without looking back. "Ellen Harvelle here?" someone asked, quite rudely in her opinion. "Dean..." another guy muttered in annoyance. She turned around and saw two guys in their twenties.
"And you two would be...?"
"Sam and Dean Winchester," said the taller one. "I'm Sam," he then pointed to the other guy, "That's my brother, Dean."
"Ellen know you're-" Dean then interrupted her and said "Look, we're in a bit of a hurry so-"
"Fine. Hold on a sec..." She then jogged up stairs to get her aunt. As she came back down, she purposely cleaned slowly and near where they were talking.
Ellen said a couple minutes into their conversation, "so, you'll take the case then?" Wait, what case? She looked at the file she was handing Dean and saw that it was the case that she had already claimed as her own.
"No way! That case is mine. I'm leaving tonight for it." she suddenly said.
She heard her aunt mumble something about danger and then heard her say, "Work this out between yourselves kids" before Ellen went back upstairs.
"Listen kid," Dean didn't have time to finish his sentence because Taylor angrily cut him off.
"I'm Taylor. This stuff isn't new to me. I can do my own hunts."
Dean rolled his eyes and said "I'm sure you can sweetheart but this job is for the grown up's okay?"
"Dude," started Sam, "if it's her case, let her handle it herself." Dean glared at his brother. Sam then added, "Look, Taylor, how about I give you my number and if you run into any problems you can give me a call."
"Whatever" Taylor answered. "It probably won't happen but it's always good to have a backup plan. Oh, and here my number," she added with a wink.