A/N - hey people. well, if your a fan of me, you'd know that i always start stories, and never even finish the first chapter, but right now, im going to be working on this. already started on the next chapter. i'll try to update it regularly. enjoy! (BTW - I DONT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR MINE!)
-->I look at the car, 67' Chevy Implala with wonder as i sip my red strawberry flavour slush puppie. I may be seventeen, but I'm not dumb. this car is classic. Most of all, it's in the best condition i've ever seen one. I sigh, wishing i have enough money to buy one of them, but also knowing that i have to put up with my small, little, mini; it has everything that i need to hunt with; knives, salt, guns etc.
I stand up from my seat in which I sat, outside the coffee shop, and walk my way across the road to the shop on the other side of the road, where the car is parked outside. Its another coffee shop, but it does breakfast at six in the morning. So at least its better than others. I walk in, looking around. I see the brown bar, in which a drunk man sat, a little girl next to her mother, and a random man just sitting there. I look to my left; double seats that face each other with a table in the middle. My eyes laying on two men sitting there together eating, one on one side, the other on the other. I walk around, sitting behind the one with short hair, who looks older than the two, and pick up the menu, looking down it for my waffles that i love. while doing this, however, i hear the men talking. i know its wrong to eavesdrop, but its the best entertainment i have when I'm on the road, alone, with no one to talk to but a angel that drops by irregularly.
"-We need to find out what this thing is" I hear the younger one say with a lot of determination.
"Yeah, i know. These kids wont stand a chance with it. I mean, come on. First clowns now ice cream trucks. What next?" the older one says, sitting back. "Where do you suppose we look, Sam? Under a bush? 'Cause the way things are turning out right now, we're-"
"Please." Sam interrupts. "Stop with being sarcastic. We need to concentrate." he sighs, "Just eat. I'll do some research on this thing when we get back. I'll call Bobby too. We need all the help we can get; I wont let these children die." He says, taking a bite of his food. I sit, stock still. Did i just hear that right? I think, Are they hunters? I cant help but wonder. I sigh, and get up, walking around to stand at their table. They look up simultaneously, surprise on their faces. "Sorry, who are you" Sam says, questioning me, his voice sweet.
"I'm Louise." I say, desperately thinking of something to say. i eventually come up with something, "Hey, do you know who owns that car outside?" I ask, pointing to the 67' Chevy that I saw earlier.
"Its mine, why?" The older one says, glaring at me. This is so ironic I think, smiling
"Its cool." I say, straighting my coat.
"Okay..." He replies, obviously thinking I'm strange. "What do you want?"
I try to think of something that would hint that i'm a hunter, and something that can prove that they are too."You believe in Vampires?" I ask, looking at them, making them think I was just interested in 'Twilight' or something.
They both look at me, weird look on their faces. "Know how to kill one?" The older one asks mockingly. I smile; I was hoping for that question.
"Yeah, sure. Chop of their head. Its the only way. Not that bull named Twilight." I laugh, looking at them as they look back, speechless, as Sam reaches for his drink "You believe in the supernatural?" i ask, glancing between them.
-->Sam had been taking a drink when I said that. in shock, he spat it out, covering the older of the two, who stood up, yelling "Sam! You know how hard this is to dry-clean!"
"Sorry, Dean" Sam smirks. So this was the name of the older brother. Sam looks at me, while Dean sits back down, giving Sam a dirty look and then looking at me, then past me at a woman who he clearly likes. "What did you just say?" Sam says to me, looking me up and down, trying to judge whether or not I'm a hunter.
"I said: Do you believe in the supernatural?" I repeat, then I lower my voice "Or should I just come out and say it? Are you two hunters?"
"Depends who you are" Dean says, wiping down his jacket with a cloth. "If your a demon trying to kill us, or a hunter yourself, then yes. But if your just some fan of the books-"
"There's books?" I ask, then gaining control of my astonishment, by clearing my throat and saying "I'm a hunter. And I take it you two are too."
"We're not just hunters" Sam says, just stopping himself from revealing more information. Dean gives him a look, that obviously tells him not to tell their life stories to some stranger.
"Look, not to be rude or anything, but its none of your business" he says, looking at me. "Clear off."
I nearly reply, but Sam glares at Dean, saying "Dean! She's just a kid. At least buy her breakfast"
Dean sighs, then looks at me. "Grab a menu, kid."
|Holland Roden||as Louise|
|Jensen Ackles||as Dean|
|Jared Padalecki||as Sam|
|Misha Collins||as Castiel|
|Kurt Fuller||as Zachariah|
|Mark Pellegrino||as Lucifer|
|Matthew Cohen||as Michael|
|Jake Abel||as Michael|
|Richard Speight Jr.||as Gabriel|
|Genevieve Cortese||as Ruby|
|Leighton Meester||as Aurelia|
|Eliza Bennett||as Charlotte|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Alex|
|Maxi Moffat||as Jeremy|