A/N: Okie, so I am alive. Yay for that. Um the description of this store isn't entirely acurate, only because I havent been in this store for years (For it had closed down awhile ago)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, John, The '67 Chevy Impala, The general store, the house on the top of the hill that will appear later in the story( That belongs to my father) Anything else that belongs to the town of Washington/Becket and anything that Kripke owns. I DO HOWEVER own my original characters which in this chapter include the mystery woman, Luc and Leon. :Clears throat: ye-ah. ok let's start the story now.
Disclaimer part2: I don't own the title of the story either. It is owned by the Classic Rock band Bad Company. ( I named the story when i was writing it in my english class, 'cause we were watching a movie and this song was playing.)
The old '67 Chevy Impala pulled into the small parking lot of the general store, a small building, painted brown on top with whitish-gray bricks starting from the ground to about an average sized persons chest. Windows displayed across the front of the building, a wooden staircase on the right that lead to the second floor. Off to the left of the store there was a gas pump, in which the Impala was, at the moment, parked in front of.
The engine of the car rumbled to a stop, as the black beauty sat there letting itself cool down. Just as the quiet was beginning to take over, the doors on the passenger side creaked open quietly. The guy in the front seat, who threw his long legs out and stood, stretching his arms over his head, trying to get all the soreness out of his body. The other guy in the backseat got out, doing the same thing as the other and began to look around.
The locals looked at them strangely, as if they had never seen another human soul in this unpopulated town of Becket/Washington. They looked at the car, the black-four-door Chevy Impala, which really, it stuck out. There weren't many of those cars left around here any more, so the locals tend to remember the classics. But they couldn't figure out where they remembered this one from.
The two men closed their doors just as the door on the drivers side opened up revealing a man with a tired and rugged look. He closed the door, putting on his jacket in the process and then went over to the opposite side of the car where the two younger men were.
A woman walked out the store as two of the three men came closer to the door. Mid twenties, long black silky hair pulled loosely in a bun, a body that would make any man – or woman- feel light headed. Her skin a beautiful golden tan and hazel eyes that could hypnotize anyone. Blue jeans tight – but not to tight- against her long legs, her red tank top stopping just short of the top of her blue jeans, which left her small yellow butterfly tattoo, visible to all those who wanted to see it.
The taller of the two men walked in through the door first, leaving the other in the cool air of the Berkshires. The woman walked past him, walking over to the corner of the building, looking back at the man with her piercing eyes and gave him a small smile before she disappeared behind the corner of the building.
"Dean?" Sam walked back out the door after a few seconds, waving his hand in front of his brothers face, causing him to jerk his head back and turn his head sharply towards Sam. "Dude, close your mouth man, you're catching flies."
"Shut up." Dean said glaring at his brother.
"Let's go man, dad said we had to hurry."
"Yeah yeah." Dean nodded his head, looking back at the corner of the building quickly before turning to follow his brother into the door.
The store, a dimly lighted large room, that had three isles that went all the way to the back of the store and stopped at the soda machines. The isle off to the left going past the register, the isle to the right going past the counter where they served coffee and other hot drinks, and the isle in the middle that had shelves on both sides. There was an isle in the back of the store that went past all the isles and the soda machines, which lined the back wall completely minus the gap that led to the back door.
AS soon as they walked in Dean walked over to the counter, telling the cashier they needed the gas pump and handed twenty dollars over. They were only in there for roughly ten minutes, picking up some food and drinks that would hold them off until they could find a place to eat that didn't cost a fortune, which wasn't a tough thing to do around here. But the conversation that Dean and Sam had with the cashier made Sam rethink this whole hunt.
"You're not from around here." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Nope, just came to visit." Sam said giving the young cashier a smile.
"You got family here?" The cashier, a kid about the same height as Dean, roughly the same age as Sam, said. His dark brown hair was short and spiky, blue-green eyes, and both ears pierced with two earrings in each. He wore a tight black shirt, making his skin look paler than it really was.
"No we're actually visiting some old friends." Dean said.
'If he only knew.' Sam thought to himself as he looked over at his brother.
"So it's like your taking a vacation huh?"
"yeah you can say that." Sam replied.
"Don't you have school?" The cashier said smirking slightly. "You don't look like the type to skip school." Sam gave a genuine smile back. "I take it your the youngest." Sam nodded. "I know how that feels. I'm the youngest in a family of six."
"Wow big family." Sam said. This kid looks familiar and him being the youngest in a family of six... why do I feel like I know him?
"Leon, Sully is paying you to work, not to talk." A tall guy, a little over six feet, said as he walked out of the back room. Dean looked over at him, seeing the same long black hair pulled back in a loose pony tail just like he had seen on the woman earlier.
"Sorry Luc." The kid, known as Leon, said before looking back at Dean and Sam. "That'll be $10.90."
Sam pulled out his wallet, after him and Dean shared a look for a few seconds, pulling out eleven dollars and handing it to Leon. He waited for the the ten cents in change before grabbing the bag and walking towards the door before noticing that Dean wasn't following him. He looked over at his brother, watching him stare at Luc.
Strands of his black hair had fallen out of the pony tail, going limply to their places at the sides of his face. His grayish tinted green eyes staring back at Deans green ones. His upper body clad in a loose fitted white t-shirt. Legs dress in black jeans that went down past the shoelaces of his black combo boots.
"Dean, let's go." Sam said, his voice giving up the fact that he was a little nervous about the look that his brother and Luc were sharing. Sam slowly walked back to his brother, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards himself until he finally moved. And when he did, he smiled weakly at Leon and Luc and dragged Dean towards the door.
"Have a nice day Dean and Sam." Luc said following the two brothers with his eyes until they disappeared into their car and drove off down the street.
"That was them." Luc said walking over to the taller version of himself and stared out the window after the car.
"Don't worry about it kid." Luc replied calmly.
"Should we tell the others?"
"In due time, Leon. In due time. Go finish your work so you don't get in trouble." Leon hesitated slightly and then nodded. Leaving his spot by Lucs side to go over to the soda machines in the back, so he could finish stocking them like he had been doing before he heard the bell on the door ring.
A/N: Well? was that good... or was it completely pointless and should just stop it now:laughs:
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