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This chapter is where the two main characters meet with a little info about my OC...

Chapter 2

Isabella sighs tiredly as she closes up after a long day at work in her bakery. As she locks up, she looks through the window and marvels, like she does everyday, at the stroke of luck that landed her with her own business and the safety that comes with it.

Checking that the door is really locked, (she learned to check the hard way), she wonders if her tip to the Winchester clan has already proved to be true, but decides to dismiss it. It wasn't like the handsome man she saw would ever come into contact with her or possibly even be interested in girls like her at all.

After all, most good-looking guys are already taken or complete douchebags.

She walks achingly slowly with her crutches to her apartment building that has a black gate in front, is painted an off-white with the window outlines painted in a slightly lighter than navy blue color, and goes up about 7 stories. She signs in and walks to her apartment, apartment 221B. Carefully removing her shoe, leaning her crutches against the wall, places it next to its matching one beside the coat hanger, successfully maintaining her hard-won air of cleanliness.

Shadow, her pet panther, (yes, she has a pet panther, Shadow has been with her since she was 5 years old; she has legal permission), comes and greets her, rubbing against her legs, mindful of her still-sensitive broken leg.

Isa bends down and scratches behind Shadow's ears lovingly, limping over to put some food, (the local zoo helped with providing the meat if Isa provided fresh bread for the stores and breakfast for the staff of over 200 people on weekends), in her bowl.

Plopping down on the couch with a small bowl of cereal, Isa stretches out her leg onto the coffee table and turns on the television, flipping the channels until she gets to Friends. Shadow joins her and flicks her tail back and forth, settling on her feet, huffing discontentedly at the television show.

Isabella rolls her eyes and says, "You could have just said if you didn't like it."

Shadow looks at her and huffs, settling back down.

"Fine, fine I'll change it." Isa changes the channel so what's playing is The Ellen Show, Shadow purring her approval, settling to watch it. "Spoiled cat."

...

1 week later

"Hey, Odinsbeard, you have a job to go to." Bobby says gruffly, handing Loki a piece of paper with the information, stomping away to answer the phone and get the keys to the company truck.

A Pinch of Happy bakery, South Broadwick Street, on the corner, the pivot rod on the main sinks needs replacing.

"'A Pinch of Happy?' That doesn't even make any sense." Loki scoffs; coming out from under the car he is working on and accepting the information.

"Oh, but it does, Lexi." Dean says, pulling out as well and taking the card from Loki's hand; Loki rolling his eyes at the constant changing of his admittedly strange-by-human-standards name.

"See, she's highlighting everything she doesn't have. She's one of those spoiled princess types that has had everything handed to her. Or so Dean swears by after she rejected him." Sam calls out, poking fun at Dean.

"She makes the best pie I've ever tasted, and I've tasted a lot of pies." Dean insists, pouting at the reminder of the rejection, Sam nodding knowingly from his place typing on the computer.

"Oh, then that totally forgives the hopelessly cheesy title of her bakery." Loki scoffs, getting up and wiping his hands and forehead to get rid of the grease.

"Now, idjit, don't you mess with her. She's been through enough as it is and you don't need to cause any more trouble for her, understand?" Bobby says sternly, looking Loki in the eyes and promising death.

Loki, who is by now slightly interested in to how this strange woman earned the hard-won loyalty of the patriarch of Winchester clan and the compliments of the other two, nods in agreement. He laughs in surprise when the normally gruff Bobby says sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck, "And if you can get a couple pies sent over, that would be great."

...

Isabella walks into her bakery to see how everything is going and sees her female, and some of her male, customers and employees drooling over a headless, lean, dark-haired man in a tight T-shirt that sticks to his body as he works under the sink on her main faucet.

"Isa, what are you doing here?! Didn't the doctor say you needed to rest that leg after yesterday?" Samantha, the female manager who is in charge of the bakery whenever Isa isn't there to run things, says worriedly and fully prepared to push her out of the door.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm fine, I promise. I didn't fall as hard as you think I did." Isabella waves the concern away and sidesteps her, motioning toward the stranger. "Who's the mechanic and why are people staring at him like he's their last meal?"

"That's because he is." Samantha sasses, "And I don't know who he is, he just walked in, told me that he was here to work on the sink, sent from the Winchester's and just got to work. He's been working for about an hour and a half so far and looking great doing it."

Isabella rolls her eyes at her friend, smiling slightly and doing her own cursory glance up and down the man.

Samantha notices her interest and nudges her gently"Hey, maybe you should ask him out; it's about time for you to find some handsome guy and get on the dating bandwagon again."

"Uh, no thank you, I've had my fill of good-looking guys after the last one turned out to be absolutely horrible; no more dating for me, period. Let me see the work order."

"Uh-huh, we'll see." Samantha says, gently nudging her boss with her shoulder and going to serve her table after giving her the work order.

Rolling her eyes at Samantha's words, although drooling a little herself, she uses her crutches to limp over to the counter. Carefully sitting on top of it, mindful of her right-below-the-knee boot on her left foot, she tries to joke with him in hopes of seeing the stranger's "handsome" face for herself, "I didn't know the Winchesters hired a new employee."

The stranger, startled at the dry yet melodious voice, bangs his head on the edge of the sink. He comes out, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes meeting hers.

Oh dear, she thinks, her eyes widening in shock, it's him. That's the guy I saw in my dream. Darn. And things were just going my way.

...

"I didn't know the Winchesters hired a new employee." Says the most musical voice Loki had ever heard, despite its sarcastic and pointed undertone.

In his hurry to match a face to the voice, he cracks his head against the edge of the sink.

Mumbling to himself as he rubs the bump, he looks up and sees the most beautiful green(? Gold? Hazel?) eyes he has ever see. He sees something flash in those eyes.

Recognition?

What? How can someone recognize me? I've never been sighted on Midgard.

And to think, he thought he would be bored here.

...

Here is a little change; there won't be a whole lot of difference until we get to the next two/three chapters.