CHAPTER 1: Introductions
Misty Adams sat in another bar reading another stupid book about demons wishing yet again that her father was there with her (yet again). She was stationed at the table closest to the door (a habit she had picked up from her dad Christopher Moore).
Just then two men walked in the door. Misty looked up, they were both hot, but something about the taller guy attracted her. She pulled her black newsboy cap, that was resting upon her brunette colored hair, lower covering her wandering violet eyes, 'Remember Chris that you have a job to do and it's not to look for love,' she scolded herself, 'but I'm not Chris anymore after what I've done I deserve to be called Misty. It was self defense,' a voice inside her head insisted, 'it was part of the past.'
She blew out a shaky breath, "this isn't the past," she said trying to reassure herself, "I'm Misty Adams now, until I pay for my sins I won't go back to being Christina Moore. There's just no way."
She tried to go back to reading her book fighting a fresh new wave of memories. She closed her eyes, "God help me stop these unshed tears for I have no strength nor will against them as they fill my aching soul and stop my beating heart," Misty whispered, reciting the same words she had heard her dad say so many times before.
"Hey can I buy you a drink," a voice said bringing her back down to earth.
Her head snapped up two to see the shorter of the two guys who had just come in talking to her. She glanced at her half empty beer bottle, "no, I'm good."
Dean had come into the bar, spied the first cute girl, and had begun to flirt with her.
MEANWHILE…
Sam had come into the bar saw a cute girl and before he could say anything Dean had gone and started flirting with her, 'Somehow,' he thought, 'somehow girls think he's charming.' He had sat down at an empty table and watched Dean flirt with the girl. She seemed to smile at everything he (Dean) said, 'watch she's just falling into his trap,' Sam thought just before he noticed she was gripping her beer bottle in a weird way, it was tilted towards Dean and was slowly inching away from the table then suddenly…
God she had had enough of this guy he was just so…arrogant and narcissistic. Midway through what he had been saying she had grabbed her choice of drink (beer) and had tilted it towards him inching it away from the table, '3,2,1,' she silently counted and then.
SPLASH
She spilled her entire drink onto that one guy, gathered her stuff and was just about to leave until she crashed into the taller guy. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I'm such a klutz." She knelt down quickly gathering her stuff and breezed out into the night air, 'tequila and ice cream,' she thought, 'that's what I need tequila and ice cream.'
10 minutes later
Misty was walking out of a 24 hour liquor store bag of tequila and vanilla ice cream in hand, 'Damn people ran out of M&M ice cream and coffee ice cream and every other kind of ice cream except for vanilla. I'll just have to make my own M&M ice cream then.' She drove back to the motel she was staying at and headed over to one of the vending machines they had, 'Oh god that tall guy's there. Just play cool. Everything's okay.' She quickly got there and begun searching through her purse for any spare change.
"Hey your that girl from the bar," he said.
'Fuck,' she silently cursed, "yeah."
"Sam Winchester," he thrust out his hand.
"Misty Adams, nice to meet you," she gave his hand a brief handshake.
"Is something wrong?" he asked noticing the slight tinge of pain in her eyes as she said the name.
"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my mind."
He smiled understandingly, "don't we all."
She smiled back, and there was this awkward pause before their lips sort of crashed together. She broke off realizing, "I'm sorry," she looked down at her shoes.
"I'm not," he said making her look up and smile, 'She has such a beautiful smile he thought and she has such a charming southern accent.'
Soon enough they were sitting on the pavement leaning against the wall sharing her tequila and ice cream staring at the night sky talking.
"So you're a hunter," she said.
"Yeah, and you're a huntress," he said.
"Yeah. It's in the family business. It was supposed to be passed on to the all the guys in my family but my parents had only girls and I was my dad's favorite."
"Interesting, so how did you get the idea of alcohol and ice cream?"
"Well, I was at this college party and I didn't know that someone had poured vodka into the punch bowl so I go and drink some punch and soon enough the room begins to spin and I realize, someone had spiked the punch. So I wander out of the house and stop by a 24 hour drug store where I go to get some coffee and crash into an old friend of mine who gets me ice cream and soon enough the room stops spinning and he ends up taking me home. And that is the end of the most boring explanation ever." She had decidedly left out the part where she had had sex with her guy friend.
"Actually I've heard more boring explanations than that. So are you in college?"
"Yeah, technically I'm supposed to be in college right now but I had to hunt."
"Oh."
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