Disclaimer: I don't own anything, okay maybe I own something but definitely NOT Sam and Dean….I know, I wish I did though.
A/N: Hey everyone! So I was sitting at school during free period when this idea of a story came up! I hope you guys like it, its something different, well I hope it is (bites her nails nervously...lol) Reviews would be lovely and constructive criticism is very welcome! Enjoy reading!
The Winchesters come across a powerful Bloodline of Hunters but what will happen when the family secrets start to rise and the boys start to fall in love?
The sun was shinning on the black '67 Chevy Impala as it sped through the quiet highway, all you could hear was the soft rumble of the engine and the sound of classic rock blaring through the stereo. The muscle car carried two passengers. The driver had dirty blonde, all spiked up hair, he wore a brown leather jacket with a shirt under it. The passenger had black shaggy hair that went over his forehead. They had some similar features and it is assumed that they're brothers. The driver was singing "I'm Burning For You" by Blue Oyster Cult while tapping his fingers to the tune. The passenger was sound asleep not caring in the world that the volume was up so high it could wake the dead. The driver looked around for signs and when he found the street that he was looking for, he took the turn. To his surprise, it was less of a street more like a dirt road leading to god knows where. He drove through the gravel with fast speed with a huge smile on his face which revealed a perfect set of pearly whites. The car was bouncing up and down uncontrollably and his passenger moaned in disapproval, his face was contorted too. Finally as they neared their destination the driver shook his passenger awake.
"Sammy, we're here" the driver said in his deep husky voice.
His passenger just moaned, not even trying to wake up.
"Sammy look! A clown!" he said excitedly pointing to the passenger window.
"What?! Where?!" the passenger said in a panicky voice. His head snapped back and for searching for the clown.
"Dude! You should have seen your face!" the driver was trying to maintain focus on his driving while he was laughing hysterically.
"ha ha" the passenger replied bitterly "and its Sam, stop calling me Sammy, I don't go around calling you Deany" he paused then smiled an evil smile "or maybe I should?" he said menacingly while tapping his chin.
"No! Don't ever call me Deany!" he said in an angry tone.
Sam just smiled at his brother's reaction.
"and I get to call you Sammy whenever I want, I'm older" Dean said proudly.
Sam just scoffed at his brother's statement and then laid his head back down trying to go back to sleep. When he closed his eyes and not a moment too soon, Dean stopped the car.
"we're here" he exclaimed smirking at his brother.
"where is here? I thought Chicago wasn't for another fourteen hours" he said confused, wondering why his brother had that stupid smirk on his face.
He turned his head to his window to reveal what his brother was looking at. He saw a bar, nothing fancy, wooden walls, paint was starting to chip off, it looked like it was about to collapse. He turned to his brother raising an eyebrow in confusion "a bar?" he looked at his watch "at five in the afternoon?" he shook his head "it's a bit early Dean and what about Chicago?"
"There's nothing in Chicago" he smiled. He reached for the ignition turning off his precious car, his hand reached for the door handle trying to escape Sam's rant about him being a bastard for lying.
"Dean!" Sam yelled but his brother was already heading for the door. He jogged to Dean's side with a pissed off look. "DEAN!" he said again only more angrily.
Dean stopped and Sam went in front of him, blocking his view of a red head that just entered the bar. He glared at his brother.
"Okay! So I lied, sorry" he said it so casually.
"Why are we here?" he was not letting his brother pass until he gets a straight answer.
"We needed a break" he sighed "and besides this place is different."
His brother was right; they needed a break, after the last hunt that almost took his life. He stepped aside and continued walking towards the bar beside his brother.
"Define different" he said.
"Remember the Road House?"
"Yeah, wait" they were already standing by the door and stopped "this place has hunters in them?"
"Yup, except theres no annoying little blonde girl here and everyone seems friendly" he said as he entered the bar leaving Sam outside.
Sam knew what Dean meant by the blonde girl. He didn't like Jo either, he remembered how Jo would flirt with Dean and he would just sit back and laugh his ass off, it was like a comedy movie for him.
He walked through the door and stopped to look at his surroundings. It was pretty full, full of hunters that is. There were groups of people cleaning guns, playing darts or pool, reading newspapers and he even heard a couple of them talking about the demon. He walked to the bar where his brother was sitting, waiting to be served.
"How did you find this place?" Sam asked he was now curious. How could his brother find this place? It was tucked away in a corner, away from civilization.
"I have connections" he nodded to a guy that just came out the back door carrying a case full of Budweiser.
The stranger nodded back to Dean. He set the beers down on the cooler and grabbing two bottles before heading for the Winchesters.
"Budweiser okay?" he asked Sam and Dean. They both nodded yes.
"So Henry, this is my little brother Sam" Dean said taking a swig of his beer "Sam, this is Henry"
"Nice to meet you" they both said in unison.
"Well, it was nice talking to you but I have other customers to serve so talk to you later!" Henry said while walking away heading to a customer.
"Likewise" Sam said.
"See you later Hen!" Dean said.
"Don't call me Hen!" Henry said in an annoyed tone. The boys just laughed as they continued drinking their beer.
Sam observed his surroundings; this place was certainly different from the inside. Everything was wooden but in a much better shape, it was antique-like, there was a stage, the bar was really nice too. The designs were Victorian, this place was really different.
"Dean, this place can't be a bar, its too nice to be called that" he stated
"I told you, this place is different"
"Yeah, I noticed" he rolled his eyes.
Few minutes of drinking, the boys were finally loosening up. They turned around their swivel chair, leaned their backs on the bar and faced the other hunters. Then the door opened and a man and two women went in. They were greeted warmly by the other hunters. They waved their hand and said their helloes. The man went to the control panel and changed the song to a more rockish music. The women headed for the back door and soon came out with aprons on the waists. The women definitely caught the Winchesters' eyes.
Sam was observing the one with the long blonde wavy hair; it just went pass her shoulders. She was beautiful with curves on all the right places. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was a bit loose but it still clung to her. She paired that shirt with a denim skirt just an inch above her knee and finished her ensemble with black leather high heel boots that just stop a few inches below her knee. Sam's gaze continued but it stopped at her eyes, they were the most amazing baby blue eyes.
Dean was enraptured by the other woman. She looked a bit young but the way she carried herself showed that she knows what she is doing. She has shoulder length brown hair inlayers and she kept running her hands through her hair so that her long bangs would keep shadowing her face. She too had curves in all the right places. She was wearing a black tank top, navy blue jeans and black converse. Dean was observing her figure when he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. He swiveled his chair back to face the back, Sam did the same.
A/N: Okay, so Review PLEASE!!! I know it doesn't seem like it explains much but it will soon!