Twenty minutes later, with no kind of scary action, the whole bar seemed bored out of its mind. Oliver was sitting on a stool at the bar and kept twirling his gun.

Dean and I were banging the backs of our heads together gently after an unsuccessful attempt at playing rock-paper-scissors behind our backs. That game is really difficult when you can't tell when the other person's cheating. My legs were numb and I was beginning to feel tired.

"Just so you know," Dean said, "This is the worst hostage situation in the history of the world."

"Well, I'm trying to decide whether I should kill you now or later."

"Good luck with that," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Dean?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Tell me some stuff about your family. Like your mother, your father, your brother. All that."

Our heads smacked a little too hard, but we didn't stop.

"Well, I can't really remember a lot about my mom. She died when I was four, but from what I can remember of her, she was real pretty and sweet."

"What'd she look like?"

"She had blond hair and green eyes. Kinda like mine. And she always smelled like raspberries when we went grocery shopping."

"I'll bet she was nice to everyone, huh?"

"Perfect."

"What about your dad? What was he like?"

"He was a real hunter. Best I've ever met. He was in the army once and I guess after Mom died, he sort of brought his army training to us. I can't remember a time when Sammy and I weren't training, unless we got sick or hurt. Then we couldn't really help it."

"Was he nice?"

"Most of the time, to me and Sam. Oh, and Caleb and Pastor Jim, too. Only, he always smelled like melted metal and gun powder."

"What about Sam?"

"Sammy. Growing up, he was always so innocent and naive. He didn't want to hunt and he and Dad got in a lot of fights over it. Then he decided to go to college. Dad wasn't too happy about that either, but he always made it a point to somehow check up on Sam."

He sighed, "So, what about you and your family? Tell me about them."

I popped my neck.

"My mom died when I was six. She was a hunter too. I remember, she'd always give me a bottle of holy water and a gun with rock-salt bullets to keep with me at night, because I was afraid that there was a demon in my closet. Don't laugh, I was little. And I always made a sort of gagging noise when she and my dad started kissing in front of me. They used to tell me to shut up, I'd know what it felt like later, but eventually they just ignored it."

"Cool. What about Tru?"

"She's not technically my sister. My dad saved her from her burning house. I was eight and she was two. My dad forced her to go off to college when she got out of high school. And believe it or not, her real name is actually Tru. It's not short for anything."

"And your dad?"

"I'm not sure where he is. He sent us on a wild goose-chase, hunting for a bunch of different things, and he calls us every once in a while to tell us that he's getting closer to finding the man that killed my mom. She was murdered by a crazed robber."

"Seems familiar. That's what my dad did, only he never called, and he was looking for a demon instead."

"We kind of have a lot in common. For instance, we both seem to get trapped by a lot of psycho assholes."

"Very true."

I craned my head back and stopped the banging, "Hey, Oli-oli-ox-n-free! You might as well let us go. If you were going to kill us at all, you'd have done it by now. Besides, you have no freakin' clue what to do, so you might as well give up."

He walked over to me and slapped me across the face. Dean yelled at him, "Hey! It's not polite to hit a girl, jackass!"

He punched Dean across the jaw and grabbed his chin, "You're in no position to be smarting off right now, Winchester."

Oliver walked back over to the bar and I turned my head a little.

"Winchester? You're John Winchester's son? I knew him."

"You did?"

"Yeah, met him at the Roadhouse. Tru was kidnapped by a shapeshifter before she went to college. He helped me find her. I owe my life to that man."

"He never told me about you."

"Did you ever tell Sam about the hunts you went on while he was in college?"

"Good point."

We paused as a familiar, yet highly unwanted song began to play over the jukebox.

"Damnit!" Dean exclaimed, "As if we weren't already being tortured! Now we have to listen to REO Speedwagon? We must be in Hell!"

"You're not a fan either?" I asked flatly.

"Not really. REO Speedwagon kinda gets on my nerves."

"Well, I've heard some okay songs by REO, but "Can't Fight This Feeling"? That's kinda pushin' it."

"I'll say."

Another fifteen minutes later. Still bored to Hell, but at least that God-forsaken song is over.

"You know, Sammy's gonna get worried about me not coming home this late. Wait... Scratch that. Nevermind," Dean said.

I laughed, "But Tru will get worried if I don't come home. I'm not typically a party-type girl."

"You sure seemed like a party-type girl in that little cave this morning."

"Hey! It was cramped. There wasn't exactly any leg room."

"Come on, you know you liked it."

"You're sick."

"Yeah, I know."

Oliver walked over to us, holding a small pocket knife. He cut our ropes, yanked me up by the wrist and threw me into one of the booths. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at my head right as the door rattled. Startled, he looked toward the door as the people on the wall stopped gasping.

There were three loud bangs and the door flew open and Tru and Sam rushed in. Sam held up his own gun.

"Don't move!" Oliver shouted at Tru, who was going to come help me, "Or I'll shoot her."

Tru stood back and held up her crossbow.

I closed my eyes, afraid that either Sam or Tru would get cocky and make a move. I knew this guy was serious. He'd shoot me and not think twice about it.

I heard a loud click, followed by four even louder gunshots, and I just knew I had been shot. I kept my eyes closed tightly and heard the crowd cheering and laughing and I opened my eyes. Dean stood in front of me, gun in hand, smiling. Oliver was lying on the floor, one bullet in the back of his head and three in his back.

I jumped up and hugged Dean tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt the cold of the gun on my spine and his other hand on the back of my head.

We heard the beginning of "Can't Fight This Feeling", and Dean and I looked at each other.

"Let's get out of here," we said at the same time.

Dean and I walked to his car while Sam and Tru went to my car.

(A/N) Still not sure about the reviews page. Could use help, please.