"Mace is a particularly private person. I know that she went through some shit with her parents, but who doesn't?" she joked.
Dean and Sam didn't answer. They knew all too well about the subject on 'parental problems'.
"Tough crowd," muttered Holly when the boys ignored her teasing tone. "Anyways, she's young and she's seen a hell of a lot more than a girl her age should have."
"How old is she?" Sam asked.
Holly opened her mouth to answer, but a voice on the other side of Dean spoke instead, "Nineteen."
The 'owner' of the voice hopped onto the empty stool next to Dean, grabbed a bottle of some clear alcohol and a shot glass, and poured herself a drink. "Hiya boys. Havin' fun gossiping about me?"
Holly swallowed. "Umm...I-I thought I could trust them since they're hunters."
"You can't trust them because they're hunters," Mace sighed. She took a sip of the alcohol before her. "However, these are the Winchesters. They're the type you can trust." She eyed Dean carefully. "Although you can't trust them to leave you you're kill."
Dean put his hands up in defense. "Hey. If I hadn't, you'd be dead."
Mace rolled her eyes.
Sam ignored the last little bit of the conversation between her and his brother. One thing Mace had said stuck in his mind. "Um, how do you know who we are?"
"Oh, please. Like hunters don't know who the giant, shaggy-haired and the bow-legged men are. You guys are famous." Mace said this like it was completely common knowledge.
Holly laughed nervously. "Am I off the hook now since you already know them?"
"Nope." Mace looked the bartender straight in the eye. The red-head shrunk under the hunter's gaze. "Just because I know who they are, doesn't mean that they know who I am."
Dean locked his fingers together. "So, please. Enlighten us. Who the hell are you?"
Mace smirked, downing the rest of her drink. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"We would, actually," Sam said.
"Actually, I'd like to know why you're in town."
"Don't you change-"
"The string of suicides in the local middle school," Dean interrupted his brother. He realized they weren't going to learn anything useful about Mace anytime soon, so he decided to go the 'friendly' route. "You know anything about those?"
Mace's eyes narrowed. "Of course I know something about it. I've been working the case for two months now."
"Two months? Then how come it hasn't been taken care of yet? The last victim died two days ago."
Mace waved her hand, ignoring Sam's comment. "It's tough working alone. Especially when no one can find out where the bones are buried," she snapped.
"That's your problem?" Dean asked. "That's all that's holding you back? The bones?"
"Yeah," Holly jumped in. "We've found out who the ghost is, her past, and such. Everything except the very important detail of where she is buried."
"Well, I've gotta go. I've got work in the morning." Mace hopped off of the stool, placing a few dollars on the counter. She turned to the Winchesters. "Maybe I'll see you around."
Dean and Sam watched her leave, then they looked back to Holly.
"She wouldn't be working at the school now, would she?" asked Sam, hoping the answer was 'no'.
Of course, Sam Winchester doesn't always get what he wants.
"Yep. She's the office secretary. My dad got her the undercover job," Holly grinned. "He's the school's principal."
Dean groaned. "Sam and I are the new teachers in the school. We start tomorrow."
"Oh yeah! Daddy told me that a couple men were taking over. Gym and social studies, right?" Holly looked way too enthused about this. She glanced at Sam. "You're the gym teacher, right? You'll look strapping in that uniform. Mmm."
"I thought you were gay," stated Dean.
She rolled her eyes at him. "I am, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate men. Especially the good looking ones." Holly winked at Sam.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, Holly, but Dean's the gym teacher. I'm the social studies teacher."
Holly frowned. "Oh well. I'm sure you'll do great."
"Thanks." Sam turned to his brother. "Well, we should probably head out."
"Yeah." Dean slapped several bills onto the counter, not bothering to see what he was giving her. "Thanks."
Holly grinned, picking up the money that both Dean and Mace had given her. "I'll see you boys around."
The brothers smiled at her then left, both silently pondering what had happened in the last hour and a half.
They stopped when they reached a black '67 Chevy Impala.
Dean folded his arms on the roof above the driver's side. "This whole thing about Mace is kinda weird, isn't it?"
Sam thought for a second before answering. "Not really. A lot of hunters know who we are."
"Yeah, but still. She seemed to know a hell of a lot more than normal."
Sam shrugged. "That's not really important right now, Dean. What we need to focus on is this case. And focusing on this case means preparing for a hundred middle schoolers."
Dean groaned, dropping his head onto his arms. He wasn't looking forward to the uniform that he was going to have to wear. He had been undercover as a gym teacher before, where he had unleashed the kids into the awesome game of Dodgeball, but the uniform he had worn for that case was nothing compared to the one he was going to have to don the next day.
He was not a happy camper.