PILOT

PART SIX

Sam and Dean walked into Hannigan's Bar. Almost immediately, they saw the "weird looking people." Demons. They were everywhere. "What do we do?" asked Sam. "Start killing them," Dean said. "Maybe you didn't notice, but we're vastly out numbered," Sam pointed out. Dean started to reply, when there was a loud thud. All the talking stopped as a bright blue demon flew through a door in the back of the bar, landing painfully. Tatum walked through what was left of the door after it.

She walked quickly, reaching the demon before he had a chance to get up, and placed her boot covered foot on the demons throat. "All right Merle, here's the deal. Either you get your sorry ass out of here right now, or I cut off your head and use it as a funny hat. Take your pick." She removed her foot, and he said "I'm gone, I'm gone!" He scrambled up and ran out the door.

Tatum put her hand's on her head, as though she had a headache, and said to no one in particular, "Go kill him." A scaly green demon jumped up. "You really want his head?" he asked. She shook her head. "You know what Sly, you keep it. Give it to your wife. It will make a nice soup bowl... or possibly a vase."

Sly nodded and walked out the door. Sam and Dean took the opportunity to approach Tatum. "Excuse me," said Sam. Tatum looked at the guys, "Can I help you?" she asked. "We need to talk to you... in private," said Dean.

She stared at them for a moment, sizing them up. She turned and walked to another room in the back, gesturing for them to follow. Once they were all inside, Tatum shut the door, telekinetically, showing them exactly who they were with... just in case. "What?" she asked them. "Look," said Sam. "I know this might be a lot, but just follow me on this one. Do you know Sam and Dean Winchester?" Tatum nodded. "Haven't seen them in ten years though, why?" The guys just stared at her for minute, then a look of recognition flashed in her eyes. "Oh!" she cried. She threw her arms around the guys.

"Nice work with the telekinesis," said Sam. "The last time I saw you, you could barely move a fly." A beat passed before Tatum replied. "Last time I saw you, you were short."

They exited the room, headed out of the bar. "How did you get in here anyway?" asked Sam. "Aren't you supposed to be twenty-one." "Fake i.d.," answered Tatum. "Besides, I'll be twenty-one in a month. What are you guys doing here anyway?" she asked them. "Looking for our dad," said Dean. "What about you? Hey, are your parents here? Your mom has that great tracking spell, it could probably help us out." Tatum's face clouded over. "What?" asked Dean. "They're... dead," she said shortly. "I'm so sorry," said Sam. "When did this happen?" he asked. "About two years ago. It was a warlock. He stole my mom's powers, and you guys know the only way to steal a witch's powers are to kill her, and then he got my dad. I hunted him down and killed him."

"Have you heard from our dad? Does he know what happened?" asked Sam. "Yeah, he was at the funeral, I gave him some stuff that they left for him, but I haven't heard from or seen him since." "What did you give him?" asked Dean. "I don't know. It was already boxed up, you know, just in case something happened."

They arrived at Dean's car and got in. "So what are you doing here?" asked Dean. "I'm checking out the disappearances," she said. "There is something very not right going on here."