Dean shut the engine off and they sat there for a moment as they assessed the place. There were several roll up doors open and up and various men were working on their bikes. All of them Harley Davidsons. All of them rough, with a biker look about them and plenty of tattoos to go around. Dean got out of the car, followed by Sam and they both walked in sync together up to one of the open shop and the inside was filled with parts and motor cycle and stickers, licenses plates and what not. A mildly tall thin man with grey hair pulled back at the nape of his neck and grey, alive, eyes stepped out from the office in the corner.
"How can I help you?" he asked in his business like way as he extended his hand but upon eyeing the two young men he pulled it back and exclaimed, "Well, it if ain't the Winchesters!" and he promptly gave them a hug, both Sam and Dean were stiff with uncomfort and they shook his hand as he pulled away and introduced themselves.
" 'Yall have grown up since I saw you last. God do you look like both of your parents. I'm Billy. I'm your father's friend. He told me you were coming but I hadn't expected you this early. He only called yesterday."
"You've heard from out father?" Sam inquired.
"Ya, he stopped by here a few weeks ago and said that if all went well he's going to be back in time for the party. Said he might hang around in town for a little while too. He and I have some real catching up to do. It's been a few years."
"How long have you been friends with our dad?" asked Dean
"Since high school. We used to be best friends back then."
"Well nice to meet you Mr…?"
"Billy. Just call me Billy."
"Okay, Billy." finished Dean.
"Where are you boys staying?" asked Billy.
"We were going to go look for a hotel around here somewhere. I don't suppose you work on cars too? My car needs a little work still. I was in a wreck not too long ago and I'd like to really look at it." Dean said, thinking of his car again.
"You can't stay at a hotel here. You dad left this for you anyway," He tossed Sam a set of keys. "It's to that black Dodge truck over there. Present I guess. Brand new too. Let me go make a phone call. I'm going to see if Jim is home. He might be able to put you guys up for a few days. At least until the party. You guys have to stay for that. I'll be right back." He left into his office for a minute and picked up the phone, dialing a number and speaking for a minute.
The phone rang and I cursed it silently for breaking my concentration. The demon was getting stronger and it was looking for opportune moments like this to pull on my life force more and possess me further. I picked it up on the second ring.
"Hi, Macy?"
"No, this is Danny."
"Oh, well this is Billy Smith. Is your dad there?"
"I'll go get him."
"No, it's okay. Can you just tell him that I'm going to send a couple of guys over to talk with Jim. They're practically nephews of mine-"
"Hello." said a deeper voice. My father.
After that I hung up the phone as Billy told my dad what he had just told me. There was 3 days until the big, much anticipated, annual, party at Billy's. I picked up my room as best as I could because I knew that we were going to have guests soon. I, unfortunately had been channeling a demon and I had no time to close up my connection before my father was bound to come down the stairs. So I left the 'alter' out on the floor where I had been working but I blew out the candles so that the house wouldn't burn and I put the large red one in my closet with the two almost black ones. I checked my make-up once more as something to do rather than to see how good it looked. I am by no means vain. It would be a while until my dad was ready to come down stairs. He was watching television so he would be down in about 10 minutes after he got done talking to Billy. The light clicked off on the phone and I knew that he was off.
My mother and sister were on a science trip for school and they wouldn't be back until later tomorrow. For now it was just me and my dad. I went into the living room and found that it was clean and presentable. I remembered my 'alter' and uttered, "be nice" to the air as I felt it pushing at me again. Once the guests were taken care of I would end the connection properly otherwise it would drain me, but not for a while. I shouldn't be dealing with demons. But, it's not like it's my fault. What do you do when a demon comes to you? Well you have to find some way to deal with it. To be honest the demon scares the crap out of me. It always seems to be pacing the wall between us like a tiger. Stalking but watching me like it would like to have me for dinner or rip into me. If I didn't find out how to deal with the demon quick it would hurt my friends.
Then the door bell rang.