I do not own SPN, But please review! I would love that. It kind of starts out slow, but give it a chance. :)
Chapter one:
I walked up to the front door of 'DSW', unlocked it and got ready for business. DSW was a bar that I had bought a few years ago, and it was booming. I made great money, and had trusted co-workers. Billy ran the kitchen, and Gretchen bused tables. I ran the bar. Flipping the 'closed' sign to 'open', I shucked off my leather jacket and purse. Stuffing them under the bar, I quickly pulled on a white apron, grabbed a rag and began wiping down the bar. The first person to come in was Mr. Jenkins, a retired hunter. I had the regulars memorized, because in a town like this, everyone knew everyone. "What can I get ya, Mr. Jenkins?" I asked as I got down the shot glass and the bottle of whiskey. "The regular," He mumbled as he pulled a coaster closer to him.
The night went pretty slow, it was always slower on the weekdays. Ten customers exactly sat around DSW, drinking, eating, playing darts, and playing pool. My back was turned when the bell dinged, signaling a customer. I could hear the sound of their boots on the old worn wood floor, and the sound of jeans rubbing against leather as they hopped up on the stools. I checked the clock. Eleven thirty. The bar closed at two a.m.
"What can I get ya?" I asked with out turning around. "Whatever you have on tap, sweetie." A deep voice rumbled. I gave a smile. "I'm not your sweetie," I said, grabbing two mugs and filling them to the brim with bud light. Turning around, I set the drinks down in front of them. When I raised my eyes, I almost fainted. There sat two men. One had longer brown hair with hazel eyes, and was really tall. The other one had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He was tall too, it was just the other guy making him look short. I knew who these men were.
These men were Sam and Dean Winchester, my little brothers. This bar's namesake. Ten years I hadn't seen them. Ten years. They both towered over me, me being only five-four and a half. They both stared at me, and I hoped they couldn't see through my disguise. I'd let my hair grow out from the bob it was in as a young girl, all the way down my back, then dyed it an shinny inky black. I had green contacts in to hide the blue, and two tattoo's. Both their names was above my heart, because I wanted a way to keep them closer to me.
Quickly turning around and getting another regular what he wanted, I tried to ignore them. "What's your name?" Dean asked. I looked over my shoulder at him to find him staring at me. "People around here call me Mary." I said. I went by Mary because I had to use a different name. And Mary was a familiar name. "Do we know you?" Sam asked as he studied me. I tried to give a smile, but I could tell it wasn't working. Being so close to my little brothers who weren't so little anymore, twenty six and twenty two, I was having a hard time navigating. "Not unless you've been to Sioux South Dakota before," I stated, filling up both of their mugs.
It was getting around one in the morning when people started clearing out, and the only two left in the bar was Sam and Dean. Both had had several mugs of beer, but seemed to be holding their liquor very well. Two dirty plates sat on the bar from where they'd demolished the cheeseburgers I'd given them. I was in my own mind, wiping down the bar when Dean's question jerked me out of my own thoughts. "Why'd you name this place DSW?" He asked. I gave a faint smile. "It's the initial's of the people I love very much. My brothers," I said and took their dirty plates back to Billy to wash them. I came back to find Sam on the phone.
"So why did you come to Sioux South Dakota?" I asked as I took his mug and filled it up again. Dean smiled at me and excepted the mug. "We're here to stay with our uncle. Maybe you know him, Bobby Singer?" Dean asked. I went cold. Of course I knew Bobby. When I ran away from yellow eyes, he was the first person I ran to. He listened to my story, and helped me out with a place to live and finding a job. Ever since then, it's like he's been my father, taking care of me and worrying about me. And I take care of him, making sure he's eating, and not just drinking whiskey. I tried again to fake my way through a smile. "Everyone around here knows Bobby Singer." I said moving into the back to make a quick phone call.
"Hello?" Bobby answered on the fourth ring. "Bobby, it's Athena. Did you know that Sam and Dean were in town?" He went quiet. "No, those idjits didn't even call." He said. "Well what are we going to do? I kind of live there, ya know." I said, sending a fast look out into the bar area. "Just stay on the cot you have in the back room," He said. I nodded. "I'll see ya whenever I can Bobby. When they leave." I said as I set the phone down in the cradle. That's when I noticed that Billy was not in the kitchen, and there was a distinct smell of sulfur. Demons.
Running back into the bar area where the boys still sat, I fumbled through the junk under the bar until I came up with a shotgun full of salt rounds. Both Sam and Dean looked at me. "Your a hunter?" Dean asked, eyeing the gun. I nodded. "I know you are too. My cook is gone, and there is a smell of sulfur," I said wrinkling my nose. Before anyone could move, I was charged by Billy, whose eyes were pitch black. The shot gun flew out of my hands, and his hands held my hands above my head. He hissed. "Why don't you tell the pretty boys who you are, hmm?" His voice was condescending. "I don't know what your talking about," I said. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw the boys draw their guns. I looked back to Billy, and without thinking, I grabbed his wrists and held him in place. That's when I stared speaking the spell to drive the demon out of Billy's body.
"He's coming for you!" He screamed as the demon left his body. That's when I noticed the blood coming from his gut. The demon had stabbed Billy to make him die before he'd taken Billy's body as his own. Billy was dead. Pushing the dead body off of me, I ran for the phone, with Sam and Dean behind me. Quickly dialing the number I waited. I looked to Sam. "Go lock the front doors, please. And change the sign to closed," I called after him. Dean just stared at me. "Bobby? Yes, its me again. I have a little problem. Like a dead body problem." I said and pulled the receiver away from my ear as yelled the word, "Balls!" Through the receiver. "I'll be there before ya know it," He said, and hung up the phone.
I looked to the two boys who stood watching me. "Do we know you?" Sam asked again, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. I slowly shook my head as tears streamed down my face. "A long time ago," I murmured turning around, and grabbing the salt canister. That's when I felt fingers wrap around my upper arm. I was jerked around to stare into Dean's sharp green eyes. "Who are you?" He asked again, slightly shaking me. "You mean you can't see through this disguise? "I asked as I stared into his eyes. Suddenly he dropped my arm and staggered back, hand on chest, face white. "No. I thought you were dead. Athena!" He yelled as he grabbed me up in his embrace, crushing his body into mine.