*4 months later*
I sit at the counter of a bar named The Bruiser, slowly drinking bud light and watching a football game. I was just an hour away from Bobby's, checking out a case. A man was choked to death, shot in the heart, and hung out his own window, almost on display for his neighbors. I wrinkled my nose just thinking about a death like that.
I glance over at a cute guy sitting down the bar, and see that he's staring straight at me, a sly smile on his face. I half smile back at him, flinging my hair over my shoulder to expose my skin. Looking back to the game, I take another long gulp of beer to finish off my second bottle. I put a fiver on the counter, then grab my light jacket and peek playfully back at the attractive man. He puts his money on the counter, grinning at me while putting his wallet in his back pocket. He tips a hat at the bar tender, then follows me out the door.
A few minutes later, we're both in his car tightly pressed against each other.
"What's your name?" He asks, kissing my neck.
"Not important." I say, pulling his mouth back to mine to shut him up.
Thirty minutes later I leave his car, getting my keys out of my pocket. His car pulls up next to me, and I look over at him as he rolls down his window.
"Come on, what's your number?" He asks, big blue eyes twinkling with kindness.
"I don't think so," I say, smiling and wagging a finger at him.
"At least tell me your name." He begs, pulling his car in front to block me. I put a hand on my hip.
"I show you a good time and this is what I get? Interrogated?" I ask, and he smiles widely.
"Please?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
"Jennifer." I lie.
"Oh, yeah?" He asks, and I nod, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah." I respond.
"I don't believe that's your name."
"Well... it is." I say, walking around his car. "Leave me be, now." I say, unlocking my car door. I turn around to see him still waiting there. "Bye!" I say, waving rudely at him. He smiles, shakes his head, and drives off without another word. I begin to hum to myself, then lower into my mustang and start it.
I pull up to my motel, ready for bed. I'm still expecting Bobby's call on what he thinks I might be going up against, everything I've looked into has been a dead end. I'm almost positive that it's a pissed off spirit, but I couldn't find any dirt on the man killed that would provoke any ghosts. I'd asked his wife, and she said he'd been the sweetest man ever. Although, people do lie.
I get out of the car, pulling out my cell phone when I hear it ringing.
"Hello?" I ask, leaning against my car.
"Hey, Layla." Bobby says, and I sigh with relief.
"God, Bobby. Please tell me you've got something. I need to get out of this town." I say and he chuckles.
"Oh, yeah." He says, sighing, "Your boy was a police officer, and back in 2000 he had to shoot someone out of self defense." He says and I kick the ground, frowning.
"Yeah?" I ask,
"The man he shot died, his name was Thomas Mahone. I think that must be the spirit who killed him, revenge." Bobby says and I nod,
"Where's he buried?" I ask, and he gives me an address. I sigh, getting back in my car and thanking Bobby. I might as well sign out of the motel if my job here will be finished by tonight after I burn this guy's bones.
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*Supernatural fan fiction* Layla wants revenge on the yellow-eyed demon which caused her life to spin into a turmoil. A new hunter with much to learn, she runs into the Winchester boys unexpectedly. From the moment Layla meets Sam and Dean, her l...