Rebecca Banks thought she had everything that her life was complete, or at least that was the façade that she put up for everyone around her. After Becca's eighteenth birthday Becca left the world of paranormal beings and demon hunts behind. She remembered the day she left her home in Salem for the crowded streets and real evil of New York City. Her mother sobbed silently on the couch as her father held the door open, his treat still held true till this day "you walk out now Rebecca don't ever think of coming back" and Becca followed it to a T. You see Becca remembered the worry and guilt she felt when her father would leave off on a hunt, the anger she would feel boiling up in her chest, and the depressed state her mother would live in until he came back. Becca flipped the cream envelope over in her hands examining it deciding if she should open it, wandering what horrors it could contain. It was a letter from her mother, a letter she received three days ago and has yet to open. "Becca" Cassie called from the lower floor of their loft apartment, Cassie was Becca's one true friend one she made long ago, someone who didn't question the way she was just accepted it. Their friendship began long ago when Becca was young and foolish.
Cassie was mild mannered and easy going where Becca was high strung and high maintenance. "Were going to be late" Cassie called from the bottom of the stairs. Becca grabbed her cardigan and purse before heading down the stairs towards the door which Cassie was holding open. She slipped her feet into her mochosins and her peat coat over her shoulders and out the door behind Cassie.
They walked into the nightclub and towards the cluster of people dressed in black. Becca got up on stage and grabbed the mic out of its stand and began counting off the band when Austin her agent came through the front doors his blackberry pasted to his ear. He began talking to the owner at a table while she ran through her first number.
Something about the club felt off, a chill ran down her spine, as she smelt the sulfur.
Two men came in through the front doors drawing her attention. She pushed them out of her mind as she looked down at Cassie who began sizing them up.
Dean and Sam walked over to the bar after entering the club ignoring the few people watching the singer on stage. Dean coughed drawing the dazed bartender's attention "what can I get you two?" she asked looking from Dean to Sam most likely assessing their good looks, Dean knew from experience that women found himself and Sam attractive and some put them off as being a couple which they weren't. "We have a meeting with MR. Alexander the owner" Sam chirped in cutting Dean off "one second" the bartender replied before exiting the bar and heading over to two well dressed men in their late thirties. After a quick hushed conversation she came back behind the bar "he'll be right with you, would you like a drink while you wait on the house" she said with a smile. After they ordered drinks Sam turned to the file he had received from Bobby while Dean turned to watch the girl on stage. Good he thought not his style he noted her voice first and then her looks. She was about 5'6 slender build dean thought noticing how the pale pink tank top clung to her body showing off her curves, and the way her jeans fit, her long wavy chocolate colored hair falling over her shoulders, and then he noticed the sulfur.
She got off stage laying the mic on the ground. The voices she was hearing didn't seem to affect the others and the two men at the bar looked disturbingly familiar. "If you're done Becca I think it will be all good for tonight" Austin said as his blackberry began to buzz on the table next to him. She just nodded in reply as Cassie bombarded her with comments about the two attractive men at the bar "I call dibbs on the tall one" Cassie said with a smile "Dibbs?" Becca said questioningly "since when do you call dibbs?" Becca joked at her friend's sudden immaturity. "Since god created that" Cassie gushed looking at the back of the taller one sitting at the bar. Becca just gave her a weird look before walking towards the bar. The scent of sulfur getting stronger.
Dean was watching her so he saw the screws fall from the fan when they did, he lunged for her catching her waist knocking her out of the way of the falling fan. The familiar action knocked something out of the deep recesses of their minds. As he lay on top of her she looked up into his eyes sudden ice-cold shock resided there as she realized where she recognized the two men from "Dean" she stammered her voice breathy and quiet but he had heard her. Getting up to his feet he helped her up holding onto her hand longer than needed. She was the last person Dean expected to see standing in front of him.