Hey guys, I am posting three chapters tonight so I hope you will like them! :) The copyright of the song that I used in this chapter belongs to Patsy Cline. It's not mine. I'm saying this to avoid getting into trouble lol.
Tonight
Emma was taking an order from a gentleman when she notices that Jo was having trouble with three guys at a table. One of them slaps Jo's ass and Emma got pissed off. She strides over, smiling at Jo.
"Hi, Jo. Is everything okay?" Emma says, glancing at the boys.
Jo looks pissed but kept it in. "Yes, everything is fine. I was just explaining to the boys that I'm busy tonight and they don't seem to understand that very well."
Jo smiles and Emma nodded. "Well, Jo, I'll take over for you and you can get the beer and hamburger for the gentleman at table 5, please."
Jo smiles at the boys and walks away.
Emma smiles and puts her hand on her hip. "Well, now, what do you gentlemen want tonight?" Emma asks nicely and took her notepad out with a pen.
One of them got annoyed. "Since Miss Jo won't give it up, how about you?" the man says flirty, caressing Emma's ass.
Emma quickly took his hand off and bent his fingers back. The man groans in pain.
His friends are in shock by how quickly she took his fingers backward. Jo and Ellen heard the commotion and watches Emma. The men gasp as they heard their friend's fingers cracking slowly.
Emma leans onto him, still holding his fingers back. "Let me tell you something, sir. You are being disrespectful to me and Jo. We are not here to service you for sex; we are here to get you food and drinks. Now I won't break your fingers but I'm warning you, if I see you disrespect my friend or me again, you and your friends will be kicked out and will not be allowed to come back here again. Do you understand me, honey?" Emma says through gritted teeth.
The man pants in pain and nodded quickly. She lets his fingers go and he groaned, holding his hand.
"Now, where we were at? Ah, what do you want tonight?" Emma asks, staring at them.
Two of his friends were speechless. "Uh, we'll have some whiskey and cheeseburgers." One of his friends piped out after reeling from shock.
Emma writes the orders down. "Alright, it'll be a few minutes. Thank you." Emma said and walks away to the bar.
"Emma, what were you thinking?" Ellen whispers in anger, taking Emma's order.
Emma smiles at Ellen. "Well, I'm thinking that they won't bother me or Jo again."
Ellen rolls her eyes and shook her head. She walks away with order and Jo walks to Emma. "That was awesome! Now my mom will get over it quickly but damn, you were great." Jo says, putting the tray down on the bar.
Emma giggles. "Thanks, Jo. Don't worry about them tonight, they won't bother us again."
Jo giggles and nodded. "Thanks, Emma. You rock." Jo whispers to Emma then picks up the burger and beer for a gentleman.
Emma smiles and went to the next table to take orders.
After work.
Emma plumps down one of the stools and sighs heavily, rubbing her neck in exhaustion.
Jo sits down next to Emma and took her shoes off, groaning as she rubbed her feet. "Tonight was so busy that I barely sat down." Jo complains, rubbing her toe.
Emma nodded. "Same here. But it was a good night. I made about 200 dollars; including an apology from one of the boys that I dealt with earlier."
"I know, I saw that! That was good. I thought that I was going to kick their asses out but you dealt with them pretty good," Jo giggles, counting her tips.
"Yeah, I wish I didn't have to go there but I had to let him know that was enough of his behavior."
Emma sighs and looked around the place. There are so much of empty bottles left over from tonight. Ellen went to bed earlier because she had a headache so Jo and Emma helped out by kicking the drunken men out nicely and closed up the place.
Emma groans at how she's going to have to clean up the mess. "Hey Jo, why don't you go ahead and go to bed? I'll clean up the place," Emma says, standing up.
Jo objected to Emma's request. "No, Emma. I am going to help you-"
"Jo, its fine. You did it by yourself last time because I was sick so let me do it this time. Okay?"
Jo nodded and smiles. "Alright, Emma. If you say so," Jo says, walking away.
Emma walks around the place, picking up the empty bottles and throwing them into the trash. Emma decides she needed some music on while cleaning. She went over to the 1950's jukebox and went through the songs until she saw something that she liked. She smiles and pushed the button.
She walks away and grabbed the mob. The music started and she started cleaning the floor, humming with the music. She puts away the mop and cleaned the tables as she sang along with the music.
"Sweet dreams of you
Every night I go through
Why can't I forget you and start my life anew
Instead of having sweet dreams about you
(Emma stops cleaning the tables and leaned against the table as she continues to sing along)
You don't love me, it's plain
I should know I'll never wear your ring
I should hate you the whole night through
Instead of having sweet dreams about you
(Emma thought about Dean for the first time since she left and she sighs sadly)
Sweet dreams of you
Things I know can't come true
Why can't I forget the past, start loving someone new
Instead of having sweet dreams about you"
Emma moves away from the table and turns off the jukebox. "You're a good singer." A voice says behind her and she gasps to the voice, turning.
It was Ellen.
Emma blushes. "I'm sorry if I woke you up. I haven't heard Patsy Cline's songs for a long time. My mom used to play her songs when I was a child." Emma says, smiling at the memory of her mom.
"No, it's okay. I just happened to come downstairs to get some water and heard you. You're talented."
Emma giggles in embarrassment. "Um, thanks."
Emma picks her tray up and put it underneath the bar. "Well, I'm off to bed. Good night, Ellen."
Ellen nodded at her, smiling.
Emma leaves the room.
The next day
Emma came downstairs with Jo and found Ash passed out against the bar. "Aw man, not again." Emma says, glancing at Ash.
"Get used to it, Emma. He does this all the time. I don't know how Mom deals with him but I'm used to it." Jo says, picking up the salt and pepper shakers to fill them up for tonight.
Emma rolls her eyes and helps Jo out with the shakers.
After they did their chores, Jo took the I-pod out and passes it to Emma. "Hey, Mom told me that you like to listen to music and I got this a year ago but I prefer the jukebox. Do you want it? You can have it."
Emma took it and glances at the song list. "Wow, you have a lot of songs on there, are you sure?"
Jo nodded and Emma hugs Jo. "Thanks. You're sweet."
Jo giggles. "Hey, at least you got some music to keep you company while you clean or travel around."
Emma nodded and puts the earphones in her ears. She started jamming to the music as she walks around, getting the place ready. Emma walks back into the kitchen to fill up the ketchup bottles as she sang along with the song, not conscious of what was happening in the bar.
In a beat-up, poorly maintained minivan, Dean and Sam pull up to the Roadhouse Saloon.
"This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" Dean says, looking at the car.
"It's the only car Bobby had running." Sam explains to Dean.
They start looking around. "Hello? Anybody here?" Sam says, looking around outside.
"Hey. You bring the, uh," Dean asks Sam. "Of course."
"He tosses something to Dean, who catches it. They open the door and go inside. The saloon is quiet except for a fly buzzing. A light bulb blows out.
They go to the back and see a man passed out on the bar.
"Hey, buddy?" Sam says to the man. He pauses. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."
"Yeah." Dean says, looking at the man.
Sam goes into a back room, looking around. Dean goes down the steps, and then pauses as he feels the point of a gun touch his back.
"Oh god please let that be a rifle." Sam says out loud.
The gun cocks. It was an attractive blond girl.
"No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move." The girl says sternly.
"Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do…"
He turns fluidly, grabbing the rifle and cocking it. "That."
The girl punches Dean in the face and takes back the rifle. Dean doubles over, clutching his nose.
"Sam! Need some help in here? I can't see, I can't even see." Dean mutters in pain.
The back door opens to reveal Sam, both hands on his head. He enters slowly.
"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a little…tied up."
He nods his head, indicating Ellen, who is behind him with a handgun pointed at his head.
"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" Ellen asks.
"Yeah." They both say at same time.
"Son of a bitch." Ellen says in shock.
"Mom, you know these guys?" the girl asks.
"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lowers the gun, laughing. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo."
Jo also lowers her rifle, and Dean smiles at her.
"Hey." Jo says to Dean.
"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean says to Jo.
I think Emma is getting confident to defend herself. ;) Review please? Oh also, I like Jo very much especially when she docked him right in the nose, I found it funny and awesome at the same time! :)
