So, I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but here is my contribution to supernatural fanfic! Also this, like all my other stories (or lack thereof) will be as I get the uncontrollable itch to write them, unless you like crappy writing and entirely canon divergent stories.
Thank you for the review, Curious reader! There will be more well known characters. One issue I have is that I have a couple of such encounters written, and I really need to rewrite them. A lot of the first encounters will be short and based more around the bar than the characters themselves. But I do have a general outline of how I want Sam and Dean introduced here.
As for characters that I will, for sure put in here... well, the only ones I've decided were for sure not going to visit are certain angels because they're jerks. And by that, I just really don't see them relaxing at a bar or a... well, you'll see!
The other issue is that I am super behind and kinda lost interest in Supernatural, at least to watch. That isn't to say I don't like the show. (Why would I write fanfic if I didn't like the show? Writing takes too much effort to put it into something you don't like) I merely have no motivation to watch more.
Another thing... If at all possible, get an account! I would love to reply to reviews a little more personally! Because as a guest reviewer Ican't reply to your reviews!
Inspiration struck me for this, so here it is, though I also have an Avengers ear-worm wiggling around... Enjoy these characters and things that are for the most part not mine to claim!
It was a rainy fall night in Chicago, not that Ace went out much. She was busy drawing up plans It was a demon couple that gave her the idea to not only expand the inside of the bar, but to create a courtyard of sorts that resembled her meadow. It wouldn't be quite the same, but it would allow her a few moments of peace now and then.
A few people replied to her poster she put up several weeks ago, and she ended up hiring a mousey little witch. Not the kind of witch that usually frequents The Haven. Maria admitted that while she claims to be a witch, she has never made such a deal with a demon. She proved to be an excellent chef. Better yet, she was kind. The girl didn't have a mean bone in her body, so The Keeper offered her a high wage with the stipulation that if she wasn't busy in the kitchen, then she will work the front, at least until she found some more help.
The bar was bigger now, having completed the expansion. The courtyard was desolate at the moment, she was still waiting for the naiads and dryads to arrive, but they weren't due for another two weeks. There were issues with their travel plans. Humans were getting a little too close.
It was slow day with only three patrons in the bar. Ace sat at the bar sketching out on some parchment the design for the garden. Maybe a large maple for color in the fall and cherry blossom trees for springtime. Flowers aren't a priority, but a pond and a running stream was.
Beside her, a throat cleared.
She looked up. "Oh. Hey, Nora, who's this?" The Keeper rolled up the plans and tucked them into her jacket.
"This is Crowley," she gestured to the balding demon beside her. "He's a crossroads demon."
"Welcome to The Haven. Follow the rules and you'll be just fine. What can I get you?"
"Craig. Aged at least thirty- "
"Got it." She nodded once. "Your usual, Nora?"
"Yes ma'am."
Ace went to work immediately, as per usual, and moments later she had their drinks in front of them.
"So- what's a woman like you doing in a place like this?" Crowley sipped his drink.
"Listening to cheesy one-liners and offering a safe place for all. Food and drinks are just a bonus." She moved to fill someone else's glass.
When she returned several moments later, she noticed the male demon looked rather annoyed.
"How long have you been running this place?"
"Longer than you've been alive," she preferred to keep the answers to questions like those vague. Those who knew didn't ask, not that there are many of them around. Azazel was one of them. He wasn't there for the first few millennia… Those times were just angels, God, and occasionally, Amara. The keeper hasn't served any of them in a very long time. Shortly after the end of the pharaohs. Now it was mostly demons, witches, and shifters.
"Well if you don't know…" he started, lifting his drink toward her
"Crowley, stop antagonizing her. You don't want to piss her off." Nora warned.
He just gave her a look and took another sip.
"It's fine Nora. If I can't handle a little bit of goading, I have no business running this kind of bar."
The sound of shattering glass tore them from their conversation. All three of them turned toward the commotion. A demon and a vampire were at blows. Another vampire stood off to the side staring at the spectacle in horror.
"Excuse me." Ace wiped her hands on a towel and drew a shining blade. Making her way to the scene, she ripped the demon off the vampire, slamming him against a nearby table. The table broke under the force. "Stay." She pointed her weapon briefly at the vampire then grabbed the vampire by his coat. "If you want to make trouble here, you can leave. Take this somewhere else. I don't care where, just take it anywhere else." Her voice, though harsh, remained even. She glanced at the vampire "Leave."
The vampire and his mate apologized profusely and slapped a couple of large bills on the table and scurried out.
"You need to leave." She released him and put her blade back in place in a sheath on her thigh.
The demon scrambled up and out of the bar.
She placed two more glasses in front of the remaining customers. "This round's on me."
"Thanks, love," Crowley drawled, finishing his previous drink. He slid the empty tumbler toward her.
"Don't mention it."
"I won't," He quipped.
She grabbed her towel and cleaned the two tables that had been caught in the fray. With a flick of her wrist, the broken table repaired itself. It felt a bit too Marry Poppins to her, but she had a business to run that needed fully functional tables. She turned toward the shards of glass littering the floor and repaired that too, then gathered all the functional glasses and took them back to the sink. When she returned, Crowley was gone. Just an empty glass and a few bills.
"He got summoned," Nora explained.
The keeper nodded and collected the money from both the demon and the vampire that ran out. With a sigh, she pulled a poster from her jacket. It wasn't too different from the last one. This one just said "Help wanted. Contact Arielle at The Haven". She posted it on the door outside before she returned to her cleaning and restocking.