A/N: This is the first chapter in my Supernatural story. Takes place in the second season around the time of Hunted. And this is a very very big AU. It will be pretty far off of seasons 2 & 3.

It was a warm night, near the end of August, in a small town in Nevada. The town only had a little more than one hundred residents, and was often overlooked by motorists. A car pulled up to the local diner. Two figures exited the car and stepped inside and sat down at the counter.
"What can I get you?" Layna Wilson, a petite girl, who looked barely older than twenty, with short brown hair asked the strangers, handing them menus.
"Just a burger and coke," said the short-haired man.
"I'll have the same," the man with the longer hair, seemingly younger said, as the two handed back the menus. Layna nodded, and walked away. She told the cook what the two had wanted, and began wiping down the counter for the night.
"So...Layna," the short-haired man began, peering at her nametag, "is it always so empty here?"
"Around this time it is, but during the day, it's pretty busy."
"It's only eight, why isn't it crowded now?" the younger man asked.
"Well, that's because no one in this town is out past seven," Layna responded, going about her daily closing-up activities, wiping down tables, sweeping the floor, and taking the napkin dispensers off the tables.
"Does she look familiar to you?" the younger man asked the other.
"Well, I'll be damned..." the other man muttered, finally getting a good look at the waitress, "Hellcat?"
Layna paused, her back still turned to the two customers. "No one's called me that in a long time..."
"Hellcat?" the younger one whispered to the older.
"She's a hunter, and from what I hear, a damn good one at that."
"So what brings you to Mason?" Layna asked, setting down their food in front of them.
"Oh, just passing through"
Layna rolled her eyes, "Mason isn't on most maps. So I'm not going to believe you're passing through, unless you're hopelessly lost."
"That's right, we're hopelessly lost," the short-haired man nodded, taking a bite of his burger, "I'm Keith Moon."
Layna laughed. "You really think I'm going to believe you're Keith Moon?"
The two men exchanged puzzled glances.
"Keith Moon is the drummer for The Who, and he's dead," she turned her attention to the other, "And I suppose you're going to say you're name is Joey Ramone?"
"She knows her rock..." the short-haired man muttered to the other.
"Damn right I do. Now, you never told me what brings you to Mason. And I'm curious to know as how you know my old nickname."
"I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam, and we're hunters."
Layna raised her eyebrows, "Really?"
"You know, ghosts, demons, a Windego or two..."
"Well that would explain how you know about my nickname..."
"And we got wind of a poltergeist in this town and thought we'd check it out."
"Well Dean, a poltergeist isn't anything I can't handle."
"I'm sure. But at least let us help; we've seen some pretty nasty poltergeists."
"Listen, its closing time. You got somewhere where you can stay?"
"Just point us to the nearest motel," Dean mumbled, his mouth full of the rest of his burger.
"There isn't a motel for fifty miles. And you're a pig, you know that?"
"You're straight forward you know that?"
"So I've been told...But seriously, you need somewhere to stay?"
"Don't worry about us, we'll find somewhere," Sam said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Fifty miles away? You're going to stay in a motel fifty miles away from where you're hunt is?"
Sam shrugged, "pretty much."
Layna rolled her eyes and grabbed her keys off of a hook. "C'mon, you two can stay with me."
"Really? Thanks Layna!"
"Hey! What about my car?" Dean exclaimed, running after Sam and Layna as they left the diner.
"The '67 Impala over there? It's a nice car."
"I meant what am I going to do with my car? I can't just leave it here!"
"Sure you can, no one's gonna steal it. Hell, you don't even have to lock it, and everything will still be there in the morning.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. C'mon, my apartments just across the street," Dean looked back despairingly at the car, but followed Sam and Layna.

Sam and Dean followed Layna up three flights of rickety stairs, and down a bleak hallway, until they stopped at a door with 86C nailed to it.
"Thanks again Mrs. Jennings," Layna nodded to an elderly woman, who was just putting on a sweater and grabbing her purse to leave.
"Any time dear." And with that, Mrs. Jennings left and Layna let Sam and Dean into her apartment. Despite the exterior of the building, Layna's apartment felt as if it were a home. It had a warm, welcoming sense to it, disproving the idea that every apartment was as bleak as the hallway.
"You live here all alone?" Dean asked, looking around.
"Nope."
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Wrong again," Layna laughed.
"Roommate?" Dean tried. Layna shook her head.
"I thought you said you lived with someone!"
"I do. If you really wanted to know who I live with, all you had to do was ask," Layna shrugged as she walked into the other room.
"She's gone, you don't have to pretend you're asleep anymore," they heard Layna coo from the other room.
"Hey Dean, Sam, I want you guys to meet the love of my life." Layna walked out, holding a toddler in her arms. "Guys, this is Jason."
"Is this your son?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, do you wanna hold him?"
"Ok," Sam nodded, and she handed Jason to him. "Hi Jason, I'm Sam," he cooed.
"You guys want anything?" Layna asked, going into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator.
"Nah, we're good," Dean answered.
"He's adorable. How old is he?" Sam asked, handing Jason to Dean.
"He just turned two."
"Daddy."
"Whoa, Layna, this kid just called me Daddy!" Dean exclaimed.
"Is there something you're not telling me Dean?" Sam asked amusedly. Dean shook his head, shocked.
"I don't know why he called you that...I mean, obviously you're not his father..."
"Maybe he just likes you Dean."
"Real funny Sam," Dean replied sardonically.
"C'mon Jase, better get you to bed," Layna cooed, taking Jason from Dean and taking him into the nursery. Several minutes later, she emerged, closing the door softly. AC/DC was playing quietly from the room she had just come from.
"Classic rock?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Layna shrugged, "Jason loves it. He can't sleep without some band playing. He'll listen to anything with a guitar, bass, and drums, but he loves the classics. Especially Led Zeppelin."
Sam looked at Dean, "and you're sure he's not your kid?"
Dean shot Sam a look, "positive."
Layna laughed, "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. Let me know if you need anything."
"Uh, Layna?"
"Hm?"
"Where are we supposed to sleep?"
Layna blushed a bit as Dean pointed this out. After all, she didn't exactly have the biggest apartment in the world. "Um...the couches?" she tried, motioning to the two couches behind the brothers. "Sorry, but that's all I have..."
"Oh that's fine," Sam assured her, as Dean hopped on the biggest one, leaving Sam the love seat.
She smiled weakly, bid them goodnight, and went into her room. Sam, upon realizing Dean had left him the smallest couch, swatted him with a pillow, and sank down on the couch. As far as Dean and Sam were concerned, this was just another hunt. Another hunt while searching for the Demon that had killed their mother, Jessica, and that had made a deal with their father. Oh how very wrong they were...

A/N: What did you think?