Excuse Me Who?
Chapter Four
Friday night was always busy at the Roadhouse. It was the one day Ellen closed the bar to everyone who wasn't a hunter. As a result hunters flocked there to discuss hunts, get help or simply wind down. Without having to worry about, shall we say interesting, reactions from normal folk.
It had been three days since Esme and Amy first joined the Winchesters and they had quickly settled into the daily routine, an outsider wouldn't have noticed that this family had only recently been joined.
Bobby had left to go back to Sioux falls, grumbling something about 'baby proofing', so the Winchester's would be going back soon, but had decided to spend one more day with Ellen and Ash.
Ash had wondered out of his hole the day after they had arrived and seemed completely unfazed by the two new additions.
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Friday night saw the Roadhouse slowly filling up. Sam and Dean had slowly faded into the crowd so Esme left Amy in the strangely safe hand of Ash, and joined Ellen at the bar.
"So…" Ellen began stacking up more beer glasses, "tell me about yourself?"
"What d'ya want to know?" Esme replied dishing out the next order.
"Got any family?"
"Nah, dad was a douche bag; left when I was two, me and mum started hunting when I was eight, stayed with Uncle James up 'till then. When I was fourteen my mum died, cancer of all things. You know I was sure she would go down in a blaze of glory, fighting some sonovabitch, blade swinging. But no, bunch of fucking cell mutations gets her."
Ellen looked at the girl sadly shocked by her sudden rambling confession, "I'm sorry, what… what about your Uncle James."
Esme met Ellen gaze sadly, "died, week away ago, that's why I came here, Dean's the only family I got left."
"We're your family now Esme, all of use; me, Sam, Bobby, Ash, Jo, Dean, you and Amy. We are all family," Ellen reached over and squeezed the younger girls hand, "back to work now, these hunter won't get drunk on their own."
Esme nodded turning her attention back to the beer tap. She let her gaze wonder the crowd and settle on where Ash seemed to be teaching Amy to hack security cameras.
"Ash," she called over.
His head whipped up mullet shacking crazily.
"She's two not exactly the right age to teach CCTV hacking."
"Hah, never too young," he called back with his heavy southern twang.
Shaking her head Esme turned to the back counter. The two hunters she was serving gazed appreciatively at her firm ass.
Ellen chuckled seeing the gaze, "wouldn't do that if I was you guys. That's Dean Winchesters girl."
The two hunters eyes bugged out and they quickly focused on the emptying glasses in front of them, in favour of keeping their heads firmly on their shoulders. It was a well-known fact the you didn't mess with the Winchesters, and drooling over the eldest girlfriend was a sure way to meet your end.
With her back to them a smile ghosted across Esme's face and she briefly met Ellen's sparkling eyes. She spun around and firmly planted refilled glasses in front of he leering hunters. She gave them a bright heart-breaking smile. Her bluish-hazel eyes sparkled witnessing the blush creeping onto their faces.
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"Es," Dean's voice broke through the clamour of the Roadhouse, "come here babe."
Esme met his eyes, confusion clouding her gaze. She shrugged before grabbing four beers and making her way over.
Sam and Dean leaned against a high table; they stood facing another man who looked eerily familiar. Coming over she placed the four beers on the table before claiming one for herself. Dean wrapped an arm securely around Esme's waist and she leaned into his touch.
"Esme Crusade?" the man asked hesitantly.
Reorganisation sparked in her, "Jeremy."
"Hah, you do remember me,"
"You're not one easily forgotten Mr. I don't know how to count to three,"
Jeremy laughed heartily, "never going to live that down am I?"
"Never!"
"Uhh, what?" Sam butted in completely lost.
"Esme here saved me life. Best damn tracker I've ever met. Found a Wendigo about to go burn the bugger when this one floods in last minute telling me it's not one Wendigo but three."
Esme smiled at the memory, "toasted those bitches extra crispy."
Dean shook his head in amazement, "two hunters against three Wendigo's , how the hell did you manage that,"
Jeremy grinned, "Esme here is easily worth two hunters."
"Weren't too bad yourself."
A/N
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