Well, I'm back!

Thank you ReneeFury!

So, I came up with this story after reading a most likely very old text post about accidentally summoning a demon then ending up with a sort of lunch spot where demons and angels chill. (Actually, it's probably pretty old because it wasn't hijacked by the Supernatural fandom) So, I can't say the idea is totally original, but I'm glad you guys like it!

I really hope this chapter turned out okay, it is a pretty big one. I almost completely rewrote it, a couple of times. It still seems a little bit off, but I can't quite place it... If you have suggestions, I am all ears. (Eyes, really. With glasses.)

Countless months passed by with only minor issues. Time was weird when you had such a long lifespan. Occasionally, The Keeper would wonder if she could die at all, but leaves that thought as she's called across the bar. The issues were just simple drunken arguments that were easily taken care of either by her, one of her staff, or some of her patrons.

The staff now included Wren, Lane, and Fae. Wren was another cook. She got along quite well with Maria and were now inseparable. Lane and Fae were waiters. With the expansion, she needed more eyes. Unlike the cooks, who were both witches, Lane was a demon and Fae was one of the last of her kind. She was a true kitsune. Unlike the ones hunters tend to go after, she doesn't feed on the pituitary gland of humans. Instead, she eats much like a human, but doesn't mind a little fresh meat now and then.

Fae explained that true kitsune were hunted to near extinction. Some factions evolved to save their race, but became real monsters instead. Though, she admitted, most of them just take from already dead bodies, as gross as that is. (To which a ghoul in the bar at the time took offence.) She spent most of her time tending to guests in the meadow.

Today must have been demon day, though a djinn came and left. There was a total of twenty demons, four vampires, Ace, Fae, and Wren. Conversations were quiet and eyes were searching rapidly for eavesdroppers. That's usually the first clue that something was starting. Usually at this point, Azazel would come to gloat, but he was mysteriously absent. In a sense, this worried The Keeper, but the meadow seemed to wash those feelings away.

The meadow was in a permanent state of night. The only light was the full moon and the stars. Of course, she made sure the full moon had no effect on concerned parties. It was littered with cherry blossom trees and a few large maples. The stream cascaded down some rock into a hot spring she helped the naiads with. While they were excellent with water, she had to prepare the rocks and the heating.

The Keeper walked into the bar to send Fae on a break. "Hey." She took the glass from Fae's hand. "You're on break."

Fae shrugged. "Thanks. See ya in thirty. I've got a kid to feed." She dropped her towel and walked out the door.

Ace spent the next few hours filling and retrieving glasses. Fae returned exactly when she said she would and quickly began helping Ace keep up with the amount of orders.

When it died down a bit, (a bit meaning five demons left) She sent Wren on a lunch break. "Come back in two hours to finish your shift," she told her.

As she left, two hunters walked in. This usually spelled trouble. Ace turned up some generic rock music (It was all the same to her) to give some amount of privacy to the whispering demons.

They sat at the vacated bar, arguing about some hunt they had just finished with vampires.

She approached them. "Welcome to The Haven. What can I get you?"

"Whiskey. Double." The short one glanced at her.

"And you?" She prompted the taller one.

"Uh, same, I guess."

She turned around and filled the drinks. Ace had the sinking feeling that they had no idea what kind of bar they walked into. The demons were staring at the two. An entire group got up and left in a cacophony of farewells. Ace set their glasses in front of them.

"Thanks," the tall one muttered. He appeared to be unnerved by the stares.

Dean eyed a nearby couple. "What is it, scumbag Friday?"

The Keeper raised an eyebrow. "Is it Friday?"

Dean chuckled and took a drink. "Christo," he whispered.

The couple turned and hissed, their eyes flashing black.

The brothers jumped up, spilling their drinks, and drew their pistols.

Ace crossed her arms. "Those won't do any good here." She gave the couple another round of beer and ushered them off.

"It'll hurt." dean aimed the weapon at her.

"Not really." She picked up her towel and mopped the spilled liquor.

"Click." She looked up, rather irritated at their gumption.

"What the hell?" Dean fiddled with his gun, whining. "Mine never jams."

"Put those away." And they did, only for the shorter one to pull out a rather large knife. "Really?"

"You betcha, sweetheart."

"Uh, Dean?" Sam anxiously looked around. Several demons had gotten to their feet, ready to intercede as needed.

"You wanna talk, Winchesters? Let's talk." She made a motion and everything stopped.

"What did you do?" Sam demanded.

"Put your weapons away, and we'll discuss this like civilized people," she offered. "Drinks on the house, even."

"I think we should, Dean." Sam stared around the room. They were in an instant of time. Not that there were any clocks to be found.

Dean put his knife on the table. Ace shrugged.

"Time is relative," she explained. "It's not too difficult to change that perception with a lot of practice. Especially in certain planes of existence."

"Planes of existence? What the hell are you smoking, Lady?" Dean scoffed.

"I am The Keeper of this plane, and it's a neutral one. Hence, the posted rules. You come here, you abide by my rules."

"So, what, like a real-life Hellfire Club?" Dean frowned.

The taller brother gave him a weird look.

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "Hellfire Club?"

"Yeah, its- uh, never mind."

"So, you get demons, vampires, witches…" Sam trailed off.

"As I like to put it, all those in the know." She shrugged again. "Makes for a good riddle even if it sounds stupid."

The hunters looked at each other, confused by her antics. Maybe she wasn't all that different from Eleanor and her clan. When they reached a silent agreement, Dean took his knife and shoved it back in his pants.

"You two good? I can lift this loop and you aren't going to attack anyone?" She pursed her lips.

They looked at each other again.

"Yeah, we're good. Besides, you've got good well whiskey." Dean finished off his drink.

The corner of her lips twitched. "It's a little enchanted. Changes a little to suit your taste."

"Huh."

She sat another glass in front of him.

"Does your vodka do that too?" Sam gave her a puppy dog face.

She laughed, "No, the vodka is just vodka." She released the hold she had on time.

The other patrons must have realized that something happened, and returned to their own conversations.

"It is a pretty neat bar." Dean relented. "Good booze."

"We've got food too."

Deans face lit up. "Pie?"

"Yes, I have pie."

Sam rolled his eyes with a groan while Ace laughed.

"You must be an angel. Are you?"

She scoffed. "I'm a primordial being. No, I'm not an angel. Call me Ace."

The two hunters, over the surprise, seem nice enough, considering they were hunters. She'd heard the news a couple months ago. A few demons came in crowing about it until she chewed them out.

"Hey, uh, sorry about your dad," she offered. "I mean, I know I'm a stranger and all, but family is all you've got at the end, so, yeah." She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. A rather human habit she picked up from the many witches that have come through here.

Dean just grunted.

"Thanks." Sam gave a weak smile.

She returned the smile and hurried into the kitchen. When she came out, several minutes later, they were gone. The brothers left their empty glasses and a wad of bills on the bar. Ace pocketed the money and went to work. The whispering of the demons had gotten much louder, confirming her suspicions. Something was starting and those two are right in the middle of it.