It's been awhile! College really kinda kicks my butt sometimes. Or a lot of times when I have coding classes. This is me procrastinating.
This time we meet more characters, and I am kind of thinking of going the AU route.
I think I really need some sleep but I've got a plot bunny playing ping pong in my head, so I've been secretly working on that (it's not supernatural). (I'm sorry!)
And while this story is very much post as I write, I want that one to get sorta finished so I can totally rewrite it anyway as I post it.
Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated, especially as I finish finals and projects for this term!
Thank you!
A rather blue-apple
The bar was too quiet. It made The Keeper feel uncomfortable. There were no whispers aside from the occasional mumbling about a Winchester in Hell. Not even Lilith had been heard from.
Ace wiped up a spill from a rowdy shapeshifter. Apparently, the uncomfortable silence didn't extend to entities that could not hold their liquor.
Four humans walked into the bar. The keeper probably would have said something about it, but one look at the complete devastation on Sam and the older male hunter gave her pause. The two women, while not at the same level, hosted looks of despair. She had drinks for all of them before they made it to the bar. A nearby demon sneered at them but left to a table silently.
"Thanks," Sam mumbled.
"It's no problem, Sam. Have you eaten?"
The older man looked at her kind of funny.
The Winchester shook his head. "Not hungry."
She nodded in acknowledgement but set a bowl of salted peanuts in front of him.
"Just what kinda joint you runnin' here, girl?"
"Pardon me?" Ace raised an eyebrow at the gruff hunter.
"I ain't repeatin' myself."
"Perhaps Sam could enlighten you. Rules are on the door incase he forgot them." She crossed her arms.
The man in question shook his head. "'s alright, Bobby. It's neutral grounds. You don't attack them, they won't attack you."
He frowned.
Ace sighed. "Safe haven for all in-the-know, blah blah. It's a bar that serves those who respect the rules."
He grunted.
"Just don't start anything."
"Could I get a burger?" The younger of the two women asked.
"Cheese? Bacon?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
The other woman sent her a scathing look.
"Please," the blonde added.
"Of course." She looked at the older woman. "Anything for you?"
"No thank you, honey. This'll do."
The Keeper nodded and sent the order back to Maria.
"What are your names?" Ace refilled their drinks.
"I'm Ellen, this is my daughter, Jo."
"Welcome," she greeted kindly, "I'm sorry we met under these circumstances."
Ellen returned a sad smile.
"You ran the Roadhouse, correct?" The Keeper inquired after a round around the bar.
Ellen looked down. "Yeah."
"I could use some help here, if you're willing." She gave Jo her burger. "I can't imagine it's terribly different from keeping peace amongst a bunch of Hunters."
"I'll give it a thought," she replied politely.
It wasn't long before Sam was slurring with the copious amounts of alcohol.
"More," he demanded, slamming his glass on the bar top.
"Now, Sam-" Bobby started.
"No. I can still see righ'. I wan' more."
"No."
Sam stood up abruptly.
"Go home Sam. You've had too much."
He grumbled something but stumbled to the door.
Bobby tried to pay, but Ace refused. "I do this entirely too much, but it's on the house."
The older hunter shrugged but chased the drunken Winchester out the door.
"You're not takin' no for an answer." Ellen placed some money on the counter.
"Let me know what you decide."
She nodded. "Take care, now."
"And you."
The last two humans left the bar.
At that moment a demon slide onto one of the stools. "Does that mean my tab's on the house too?" She gave a charming smile.
Ace frowned at her. "No."
"Why not?" She pouted.
"Because I don't fancy you."