Author's Note: I have a very funny idea coming up soon so please read on and review (I need encouragement!) This chapter isn't very long but I'll make it up next time.
Forgot to do the disclaimer for last chapter so this is x2 Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not mine.
The following morning Dean lay in his bed at the motel thinking about the woman. Where had they gone so quickly? Well it doesn't matter now does it he thought, her being dead an all. God why am I letting this get to me. Sam came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Don't beat yourself up about it Dean"
"Huh, oh yeah… right," said Dean coming out of his trance. He slid off the bed and went for his shower, that's what he needed… a shower. In all the commotion he'd forgotten to hustle any money so they were still broke, which meant he'd have to go to the bar again. Except this time, there'll be no distractions.
Dean counted the crisp notes in his hands. "Sorry fellas," smirked Dean. The other men mumbled something about cheating as they stalked away. He rejoined Sam at the bar and flashed the cash he'd just made. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's hustling and continued tapping away at his laptop. He whirled around on his stool, facing away from the bar and rested his elbows on the bar surface. A guy and a girl were dancing in the middle of the bar. All he could see of the girl was her arms wrapped around the man's neck. All of a sudden a head peeped over the guy's shoulder and went to whisper in his ear, when she fixed her gaze on Dean, her eyes widening slightly. He couldn't believe it… it was crazy-egg girl.
She gripped the guy's hand and led him out of the bar, pulling him around to the side of the bar she shoved him up against the wall and kissed him hard. He whirled her around pinning her against the wall, they continued to kiss, he traced kisses down her neck pausing for a second. She reached for the stake in the back pocket of her skirt and plunged it into the Vampire's heart before he had a chance to bite and drain her of her blood. She gagged slightly and scraped her tongue with her nails.
"Ewww someone needs to try gum once in a while," she said to the pile of ash before her. She heard voices from outside the bar, so quickly dashed into the trees.
"Guess I'll be taking the long way home huh?"
She grinned slightly at his stare of astonishment and mouthed the word, "Pervert."
"Slut" mouthed Dean in response to her insult. She frowned and continued to whisper in the new guy's ear. Dean nudged Sam, who whirled around with a questioning look on his face, Dean's answer was to simply point at the pair with his beer bottle.
"Guess she's not dead then"
"Nope, but that might change very soon," whispered Dean. He dismounted his stool and exited the bar, now he could run.
"Er… Dean!" cried Sam, packing up his stuff. He followed Dean out of the bar to find him with the boot lid up rummaging through his weapons, he threw Sam a gun and got out a sword and a knife for himself.
"Dean…what the hell?" frowned Sam juggling his stuff, he quickly shoved the laptop in the boot before Dean slammed the lid down.
"Follow me," said Dean as he stowed his sword and knife under the cover of his jacket and marched back into the bar, he quickly glanced around the bar, but they'd gone. He crossed the bar to the men's unsheathing his knife as he went. He swung the door open and flung his knife.
"Shit"
Eva stood there, a pile of ash at her feet and a stake in her hand. The knife had embedded itself in her thigh. Bugger me she thought, he's a hunter.
Dean couldn't believe it not only was she still alive but she was a hunter… and she was female… this didn't make any sense. She looked down at her leg and shot her head back up to glare at Dean.
"Wow…you really don't like me do you! First you try and run me over AND make me lose my coffee, then you call me a slut, THEN you throw a knife in my leg! I'm just lucky your aim is as bad as your driving."
Dean didn't know what to say he just stood there open mouthed and gaped at her. She gripped the handle of the knife and grimaced as she yanked it out, she threw it to the floor and limped over to the entrance to the bar, punching Dean's shoulder as she left.