"What was that all about?" Glenda asked, as soon as the Winchester boys had left.
"I don't know, Sam was just offering someone to talk to, that's all," I replied.
"Really? It seems to me that he was asking you out," she hinted.
I shrugged, "I don't think so."
"You underestimate your beauty sometimes, my dear," she smiled, examining my facial features.
"I, it's not a big deal," I blushed, looking down at the bar/counter. I sat on one of the stools in the diner.
"Ophelia spends all of her time fawning all over her girls but never appreciates you enough. You look just like your mother. Sometimes, I can see her staring back at me," Glenda said.
"Thank you," I replied, sincerely. I had only seen pictures of my mother but she was beautiful. "Glenda, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," she replied.
"Oliver told me to be careful around the Winchester boys. He told me that they were hunters and that I shouldn't tell them that I'm a hunter. Any reason why?" I asked, curiously.
Glenda sighed, "Oliver is very… he doesn't trust other hunters. He had a run in with the boys' father and John Winchester is a very intense man. He'll do anything and everything and Oliver just doesn't mix with those kinds of hunters. Oliver is a thinker."
"Oh," I said.
"Yes. Don't worry. Did they say how long they were staying?" she asked.
"Sam said a couple of days to maybe even a week or so. I don't know really," I replied.
"Well I say take him up on the offer to talk. It won't hurt but I would stick with Oliver in the advice on not letting them know you're a hunter," Glenda replied.
"And why is that?" she asked.
"Two hunters always equal trouble. Just look and Oliver and I," she joked. Glenda let out a high and soft chuckle before returning back to work.
"Who was that cute boy?" Marvita asked.
"Oh not you too!" I groaned.
"I'm just saying," she replied, playfully defending herself. The two of us laughed before I decided to go tend to another table.
~Sam's POV~
"The plan worked my friend!" Dean exclaimed, giving me a high five.
"Yes, well, you do have the perverted jerk down so it was no problem," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Hey, we needed to get her to trust us just a little bit," Dean pointed out.
"This is true," I replied. I felt bad but it was the only way.
"Okay freaky vision boy, remind me what you saw," Dean said.
I sighed, "I told you Dean. I saw Addison and she was being taken by a crossroads demon before we arrived at the diner. And then we saw her there and it just seemed like everything fell into place. It feels like its fate that we should be working this case."
"Don't you believe in coincidences?" Dean asked, playfully.
"Do you?" I asked back. He shot me a look. Neither of us believed in coincidences anymore.
"Well I say we stake out her house and make sure nothing tries to kill her. Than if nothing shows up, I think you should call her. She's smokin' too, wew. You should get on that, if you get the chance," Dean smirked.
"Oh, Dean," I groaned.
"What?" he asked, defensively.
"Do you really have to objectify all women?" I asked, disgusted and slightly amused with my brother.
"Uh, yeah," Dean replied, in a 'well-duh' tone of voice.
"Look, I just told her that she could call if she ever wanted to talk," I said.
"Yes, so you can play the best friend therapist and then when you get the opportunity… huh Sammy? It's a good idea. Girls love that sensitive guy stuff." Dean advised.
"Okay, um, we're not continuing this discussion anymore," I blushed. I had to admit, she was very attractive but we were trying to protect her, not sleep with her. She had a cute smile though and her laugh…
"Why not? It's a good idea!" Dean pointed out.
"Uh huh. Well if you like her so much than you go for it. She is eighteen," Sam replied.
Dean, for a moment was actually considering it.
"Dude, that's totally illegal!" Dean exclaimed.
"Well I'm twenty two!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, well that's close than I am," Dean said back.
"Alright, alright. Let's just go by the house and stake it out for now," I suggested, changing the subject. It was enough on the previous subject anyways.
"Fine. You're no fun," Dean groaned.
"Yeah, I know," I replied, rolling my eyes. Dean then turned up his loud rock music. Here we go again.
~End Sam's POV~
I sighed, annoyed with my calculus homework. I couldn't figure out the problem and it wasn't like I actually wanted to try it anymore. I finished up the problem on the page and decided that I was done for the day. Screw this assignment. I got up from my desk and went over to open my window. Maybe some fresh air would help. I opened the window and saw a familiar car go by. Was that the Winchesters' black impala? Hm, weird. I returned to my desk trying to focus on other homework. I had to work again tonight. I glanced outside the window and I saw the black impala pass by again. So either they were lost or they were following me.
"Addison!" I heard someone yell from the other room. Great, it was my step sister Becky.
"Yeah?" I asked, going into her room.
"What do you think of this dress?" she asked. She held up a red dress to her stick thin body.
"It's um, nice," I replied.
"Just nice?" she asked.
"It's… fine?" I replied.
"Look, I need to look perfect for the masquerade alright? Now tell me what dress to wear. God, you're so ungrateful!" she exclaimed. I opened my mouth to say something but decided not to.
"I'd try the middle dress," I replied. She had about a billion red dresses that matched her mask lying out on her bed but the dress in the dead middle was probably going to do her the best.
"Addison, what do you think you're doing?" another voice said. Oh look, there was Natalie my other 'lovely' step sister.
"Helping Becky," I replied.
"Don't help her. You're supposed to help me pick out my dress. By the way, I'm wearing blue so don't even try to wear that," she said, snarkily.
"I'm wearing red you dumb ass," her sister hissed.
"I wasn't talking you to, idiot, I was talking to Addison," she replied. I sighed. Here we go again.
"Look guys, I don't even think I'm going," I replied.
"Good because I need you to work that night," another voice chimed in. The voice was very distinct and belonged to the voice of my one and only step mother. This was my family. Joy…
"Oh, I uh, kind of had plans," I started.
"Plans? Who would ever want to be friends with you?" Ophelia asked.
"Excuse me?" I asked back, angrily. Who was she and why the hell did she think she could say things like this to me? Who did she think she was?
"Never mind. Ugh, you don't understand the things that you put this family through. You better work at that diner that night because you owe us," she replied.
"I owe you? I owe you nothing!" I exclaimed.
"Don't take that tone with me," she snapped.
"No! Without my father, you would've never been here in the first place," I shouted.
"And without your father, you would've never been here in the first place. Too bad your mother couldn't have died before she had you," she murmured.
"What did you just say?" I asked, angry tears springing to my eyes.
"Nothing," she replied.
"And what if I don't work that night?" I asked.
"Well we'll just kick you out," Ophelia said, non-chalantly. Well that wouldn't be half bad actually. Then I could actually live with Oliver and Glenda. "Then I'll withdraw your tuition from School of Arts," Ophelia threatened. I was vocal and guitar major at the Pebble Beachschool of arts and that was the only thing that ever kept me sane.
"Fine, I'll work," I replied, softly.
"Good," she said. I rushed into my room, before any of them could see me cry. I pulled out my cell phone and before I knew what was happening, I was calling Sam.
"Addison? Hi," he said, answering the phone.
"Hi, I uh, can we talk?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"Thanks. We can meet up at the diner and then go someplace else," I suggested.
"Alright. Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I replied. I then hung up the phone and let the tears fall out. I made my way out of the house and over to the diner.
