Sam and Dean Walk into the Dojo

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The 67' Chevy Impala came into town with its engine growling and making its presence known. The town the two young men had entered was just like every other little American town with a Main Street that ran the course of the entire town filled with shops and restaurants and one or two houses. The two stopped at the closest diner for something to eat and some information.

The Diner was named Rudy's Place it was a classic looking train car diner, painted in red and yellow, with a checkered linoleum floor, complete with a bar and two rows of booths. Sam and Dean walked to the last booth on the aisle and took a seat Dean with his back to the wall and Sam across from him.

The waitress walked over to them wearing a white mini-skirt with a red checkered border and a white shirt with a red checkered collar, and her long blond hair done up in sloppy but pretty bun; the second she saw Dean she fixed her shirt, opening it up just a bit.

"Hi, I'm Donna your waitress, what can I get you to drink?" She asked as she was taking out her memo pad.

"Hi, Donna I'm Dean this is Sam, could I have a glass of Tea and the house special." Dean said as he unleashed his devil may care grin.

"I'll have the same." Sam replied while he kicked his flirty brother in the shin.

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"Ow!" Dean quietly proclaimed glaring at his brother.

"Quit flirting Dean we have a poltergeist or a spirit in this town killing people, we need information, not for you to get laid."

"Okay, Okay, Sammy." Dean replied looking out the window watching people go by.

Fifteen minutes later Donna the waitress came back with their plates and drinks.

"Here ya go guys." She said as she was putting their plates down in front of them.

"Thanks, hey Donna do you know a Michael Shoremen?" Sam asked turning his plate so his French fries faced him.

"The Champ, you mean yeah, I know him we train at the same dojo. Why do you ask?" Donna told them putting the platter she was carrying under her arm.

"Oh,umm we're relatives, cousins actually." Sam replied then took a drink of his water.

"Really, then you must be here to support him in the tournament then." Sally said nodding her head.

"Yeah, we're here to support our cousin, where is this Dojo anyway?" Dean asked taking a bite out of his fries.

"Golden Dragon Dojo that's about six shops that way," Donna said pointing to the right. "If you want I can take you guys there, I mean I get off in about five minutes, and I've got a class to go to any way."

"That'd be great Donna thank you." Sam replied then dug into his meal, after Donna turned and walked away.

The boys finished off their meals paid their ticket, then stepped outside to wait for Donna to escort them to the dojo. When she came out Dean was surprised, he had of course expected her to come out looking all hot, but what he got was a no nonsense girl in a canvas work out pants and a loose t-shirt, with her white gi over her shoulder. She led them six doors down the sidewalk until she got to the one that she wanted.

"Here we are guys, the Golden Dragon Dojo, run by Grand Master Steelen. Oh and you guys might want to take off your shoes when we get inside, because Sensei does not like it when people are wearing shoes on her carpet." Donna warned them as she opened the door.

They followed her in to a huge building, which was at least three stories with a skylight in the middle, and the second story had an office and another room that looked like it was decorated with Asian objects d'art. The ground floor was beautifully decorated with flags of Korea, Japan, China, and an American flag. Three Buddha statues were also placed throughout the dojo. Weapons of all kinds were hung on the walls and on stands between three training mats; every mat had about ten students each all going thru Forms, Weapons, or Breaking techniques.

Before they went into the training area Sam smacked Dean on the arm and pointed to the shoe rack that was just outside the door. Dean shrugged his shoulders, but took his shoes off along with Sam. Then the boys went inside to the training area.

Donna bowed to the flags and then the sensei as she entered the training area, then went to the locker rooms to finish her change of clothes. When she came out she had her white gi on, it was covered with patches of competition and a South Korean Flag and an American flag, and she also had on a green belt with two blue strips taped on it. She then made her way to her sensei and bowed to her.

"Master Steelen those two boys over there say they are related to Michael, they want to talk to him." Donna told her teacher pointing to the boys.

"Thank you Donna, I'll go talk to them first. You head over to the Forms Mat and work on your forms please; you're starting to get sloppy with your kicks again dear." Master Steelen told her and then walked over to the boys.

The second Dean saw who was walking toward him, his jaw hit the floor.

"Vasha?" he said in a disbelieving tone.

Vasha was five foot seven inches, with hair black as a raven's wing, and green emerald eyes, with a pert nose and sharp faerie like features to her cheeks and chin. She was a bit voluptuous in the breast and hip, but lean and muscular every where else, Dean could testify to that.

"Hello Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked looking into Dean's eyes.

"Hi, I'm Sam." Sam said breaking in between the two of them.

"Well, I figured that much, since the last time I saw your brother, he was alone, and your to young to be his father." Vasha answered looking up at his eyes.

Sam Felt her power it spoke to him but not an in evil way, she felt like pure electricity to him.

Vasha Felt Sam he had at least two gifts but maybe more untapped, her old teacher Cassandra would love to me him she knew that much.

"Like I said before Dean what do you want with my dojo?"

"Well Vasha..." Dean started but was interrupted by Vasha

"Master or Grand Master, or Sensei Steelen, Dean this is my dojo my rules." Vasha stopped him and then informed him.

"All right… Sensei Steelen we need to talk to Michael Shoremen?" Dean responded with a hint of smart aleck in his voice.

"What do you need to talk to him about?" Master Steelen responded.

"We need to talk to him about his friend Jason Argon." Sam answered sticking his hand in his pocket.

"If you want to talk to Michael you'll have to wait for him to complete his training session first." Vasha said turning to watch Michael continue with his breaking technique. "Reiko, take this gentleman and his associate to the Zen room please." She continued calling a woman, who was five feet behind her, and motioning to Sam first and then Dean.

Reiko was a tall Japanese woman, wearing a completely black gi and belt, who walked with complete and total confidence within her.

"This way." She said coming forward and guiding them to an elevator near the entrance which took them up to the Zen Room.

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