Author's Note: I do not own anything related to Supernatural, only my original character Haleli Colt. Then again, even the last name isn't mine since it's refering to Samuel Colt. I hope you enjoy my first chapter! This first encounter is set sometime after John has died but before Dean goes to hell.

In a small town in south Georgia, a black impala zoom down the road before pulling up to a bar called The Brewster. Two tall men exited the car and entered the bustling bar. They had been a couple towns over, dealing with some nasty spirit haunting an orphanage. Both had been through a long night and spotted the bar on the way to the nearby motel.

The first to enter had long, brown hair and a clean shaven face. He had to hunch through the doorway before making his way to an empty booth and popping open a laptop. A second later the second man walked in, barely clearing the doorway. He had short cropped, light brown hair and a five o'clock shadow.

He sat down at the bar with a sigh and a young bartender made her way over. She noticed the scars that were scattered on his arms and the grime and dirt etched into the grooves of his nails.

"What can I do you for sweet pea," She drawled in her Georgian accent as she poured a new glass of whiskey for a nearby customer.

The man looked up and saw a concerned pair of dark honey colored eyes that contrasted with her golden skin, "Uh, just 2 beers please...Lee" He added after noticing her name tag.

"Sure thing," She nodded and turned. He noted her tall stature as her long brown hair swished like a pendelum.

The man at the bar rubbed his forehead as someone came up behind him.

"What's taking so long Dean? I thought this was going to be a quick pit stop."

"Well sorry Samantha, but I can't control the customer service," The man named Dean quipped, "Sorry I'm imposing on your beauty sleep."

'Samantha' rolled his eyes and let out a labored sigh as the bartender returned.

"Here are your two beers," Lee said. She looked at the newcomer and took note of the bags under their eyes, "Y'all look like you've seen a ghost," the two men made a sideways glance to eachother, "Tell you what, I am gonna give y'all somethin' that always helps me perk up and feel better. Whiskey." She smiled as she slammed down two topped off shot glasses.

The taller one made a move to get his wallet before Lee stopped him, "Free of charge sweet pea,"

"Are you sure? You won't get in any trouble?" He asked still searching his wallet, "We have money."

"It's fine, my friend owns this place," She placed a gentle hand on his arm to stop him from giving her money, "Besides, y'all look in need of a couple of whiskey shots."

"But-"

"Sammy, let the nice lady buy us a couple of shots," Dean cut him off before smiling at Lee," Thanks."

"It's what I do," she shrugged before walking away.

Dean leaned forward slightly, glancing at her retreating figure and Sam smacked the back of his head.

"Hey, what was that for!" Dean hissed and bursed his bruise, but Sam only glared in response.

Sam opened his mouth to make a remark when he was cut off by a comotion coming from the other side of the bar.

"You son of a bi-"

"Hey! HEY!" They heard a feminine voice shout, "What in the Sam Hill do y'all think you're doing!"

The brothers turned to see Lee the bartender glowering as the two men stood frozen, holding eachother at the throat. They slowly released their grips as Lee folded her arms.

"Y'all got two seconds to explain yourselves before I snatch you bald headed and kick you out of my bar." She narrowed her eyes.

"He's sleepin' with my daughter!" One of the men shouted and the whole bar groaned and berated the accused, "She's only 18 you middle aged craddle snatcher!"

In a fit of fury, he pulled out a gun and the whole bar flew backwards like an explosion and knocked over tables.

The sound of a gun being cocked prompted the brothers into action. Sam went to sheild Lee, who hadn't moved an inch, and Dean went and pulled his own gun on the vengeful dad.

"Put the gun down man," Dean said sternly, "You don't want to do this."

"Who the fuck are you!" He spat and turned to aim the gun at Dean. "You got a daughter? You don't look like you do, so stay outta my business!" Dean felt the corners of his mouth twitch and forced down a chuckle at the sight of this potbellied hillbilly trying to scare off a hunter like him.

Lee pushed passed the wall Sam made and forced her way in between the stand off.

"Harold, don't be stupid and put down the gun!" She sighed with her hands on her hips, "You too Dirty Harry!" She ordered turning to Dean which wiped the growing smirk off his face.

Neither man moved to lower their guns. With a roll of her eyes she turned to the man named Harold, "You know the drill Harold, I asked you once to put it away and you refused. Hand it over." She reached out her hand palms up and curled her fingers in a Bruce Lee like fashion.

"Aw come on Lee, be reasonable!" A nearby drinker said.

"Yea Lee. give the man a break, this po' man's been through enuff." Another slurred.

"Now y'all listen here!" She shouted and stood up on a chair, "Y'all know the rules. This bar even has a sign. Two in fact. At the door, and at the bar: All guns will be confiscated if not put away immediately! Now I know the good lord knows that every one of y'all have seen these signs. Now bless the heart of these two men!" She paused and placed a hand over her heart, "for their audacity to break my rules. Let this be a lesson to all y'all…I don't play." She finished with an frosty glare as the rest of the bar back off from arguing further.

"Harold if you don' give her the gun then yer crazier than a shithouse rat." Another bartender said as all the drinkers nearby nodded and murmured in agreement.

Begrudglinly, Harold handed over the gun as Lee stepped down from the chair.

"Nice to see everything settled huh," Dean smiled, "Let's go Sammy!" He turned to start heading for the door before he felt a strong grip tighten around his right forearm.

He looked down to see a pair dark honey eyes narrowing at him. Lee felt her skin jolt as she grabbed his arm and a feeling of pain ripped through her gut. She gave a silent gasp before straightening up, hoping he didn't notice the small slip.

"Not so fast," She cooed mockingly, "Your gun sweet pea."

"You're not serious," He chuckled but stopped when she didn't budge and cocked an eyebrow, "You're serious? Sammy a little help here." Sam frowned and shrugged apologetically.

"Look princess," Dean started, causing Lee to tilt her head in surprise, "I can't afford to hand over my gun, I've got things to do. So why don't you run back over the bar and continue pouring drinks like a good girl."

Dean noticed something snap in Lee as her expression turned stony. The muscle on her jaw clenched as her lips pressed into a thin line. A nearby drinker chuckled, "Ya donnit now boy!"

With a yelp of pain from Dean, she twisted his arm and caught his gun. In a matter of seconds, Lee dismantled his gun, released all the bullets from the cartridge into the pocket of her apron, and reasembled the gun and pointed it an inch away from Dean's face.

Black emptiness was all Dean could see and his eyes crossed from trying to eyeball the gun's barrel. Everyone in the bar froze, glued to their seats, and watched in pure awe of the bartender's lightning quick reflexes. She pulled the trigger 3 times and the hallow, empty click echoed around the bar. Dean gave an involuntary gulp as Lee simply gave a small smile before placing the gun in a lock box under the bar counter.

"Nothin' more to see here, get on with your business!" She ordered before turning back to the bar.

A low hum on conversation filled the bar and wary glances were occasionally thrown to a statue-still Dean. A second later he shook his head clear of shock. Dean narrowed his eyes and rushed at the bar but was blocked when Sam jumped in to stop him from tackling Lee over the counter.

"Give me my gun back!"

"Hmmm," She turned and rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "No."

"What gives you the right to-"

"I am this town's volunteer deputy sheriff sugar cake!" She said slamming her hand onto the counter, "I can do whatever the hell I please! I gave you the chance to put your weapon away. You didn't do it, so suffer the consequences."

Dean sneered, "Waving a 2 cent toystore badge from a half hour training course taught by PD lieutenant hillbilly doesn't give you power over shit!"

"Miss, I apologize on behalf of my brother's behavior," Sam blurted quickly to distract her from Dean's outburst.

"Look, it's bar policy. I don' make up the rules. I only enforce them. Look," She gave a simpathetic look to each brother, "Policy says I've got to keep them over night. Your gun will be down on Hilshire Road at Samuel's Gun Rack. You can pick it up tomorrow at 7:30."

Lee turned to clean and stack empty cups.

"Come on," Sam tried pulling his brother away.

"Where going to let some high almighty, hoity-toity prissy keep the gun!" Dean whispered as he gave a hostile look to the bartender organizing the bottles.

"Really Dean?" Sam whispered back before clearing his throat, "Uh Miss?"

Lee swiveled to face Sam and squinted, "Can I help you sweet pea?"

"I'm really sorry about the trouble my brother here caused, but we were really hoping to get out of here first thing tomorrow morning. We have important business to deal with up in Illinois." Sam paused and gave a soft smile that would make anyone's knees go weak, "We're new and didn't know the rules, is there any way that you could let this slide?" Sam nudged a frowning Dean who plastered on an oversized smile.

"I-I'm sorry but I can't," She stuttered with guilt, "The only thing I can assure y'all is that it will be a quick pick up if that's what you need." Lee rubbed her forhead and Sam noticed her cast an anxious glance to her other customers.

"We understand." Lee's shoulders sagged in relief. Dean gawked in frustration as he was led out by his brother.

Once they reached the Impala, Dean pulled out of Sam's grip, "You mind telling me what the hell that was about?" He gestured back to the bar.

"She seemed uneasy, it felt wrong to keep attacking her," Sam responded. Dean let his arms fall to his side before stomping to the car door.

"This better not put us behind schedule." He gruffed.

"And how is this different than picking up girls during hunts!" Sam quipped while Dean threw a scowl.

"This is different."

The engine gave a rusty roar before peeling out of the parking lot towards the motel.

Sam shook his head in resignation not wanting to argue any further.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my first every fan fiction! Please, any comments or suggestions would be extremely helpful!