The day began like any other. Gatsby was sitting at his table in his mansion drinking his tea and reading the newspaper. He was trying to decide what his next move would be to impress Daisy. He decided to talk his neighbor, Nick, and ask him to invite his cousin Daisy over for tea. He went to his room to get dressed and then went over to Nick's apartment to talk to him.
Gatsby and Nick were talking over what preparations should be in place for her to come over for tea. Gatsby wanted Nick's lawn to be mowed. He wanted to have many varieties of tea. Most importantly, Gatsby wanted Daisy to come alone. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. He wanted to impress her. That had been his true goal all along.
Later that evening Daisy came over alone, just as Gatsby had wanted. Everything was in place. Gatsby was nervous though. He had loved Daisy since he had first met her. The two talked late into the evening.
"How would you like to go see a movie?" Gatsby suggested.
"That sounds lovely. Perhaps we should invite Nick and Jordan to come along." Daisy replied happily. They agreed and then they left for the movie.
As they leisurely walked to the movies Gatsby couldn't help but feel chills down his spine. He felt as though someone was watching his every step. Gatsby shuddered and Daisy took notice.
"Gatsby, dear have you caught a chill?" Daisy asked looking at him questionably.
Gatsby smiled a sisyphean smile at her and responded,"I apologize Daisy it appears that there is a bit of a draft out here. Do you mind if we hurry inside?"
Seeing as the rest of the group had already disappeared into the theater. Nick and Jordan had already bought their tickets and were settled into their seats when Daisy and Gatsby entered. They sat two rows back from a man that resembled Tom. Daisy did a double take and frowned.
Daisy muttered to herself, "But he should be at home with the baby... and who's that girl... Maybe it's a friend of his?"
Tom then proceeded to wrap his arm comfortably around the busty looking woman beside him. Nick grabs Jordan and whispers something to her as he dragged her out of the movie theater. Daisy jumps up and marches toward Tom while Gatsby trails behind her.
"How could you?! You were supposed to be at home with the baby you hulking brute! And you're here with some easy girl who probably only stays because you have more money than her!"
Daisy was off on a tangent.
Tom tried to explain that Myrtle was just a friend and they were just hanging. Daisy was not having it. Gatsby tried to relieve the tension and only caused more strife. Finally, he just left and got a drink from concessions.
As he was standing there waiting for his drink he noticed a woman who looked somewhat out of place. The woman was dressed rather sharply. It was true that the cinema was a classy place but something about her was odd. Maybe it was her posture. Yes, that must've been it. The woman was calm and quiet she wasn't looking around or anything. In fact she was staring right at Gatsby.
Once Gatsby had made eye contact with the sharply dressed woman he noticed a green light that was outlining her body. Because of the green light he recognized who she was. He then began to panic. He left his drink on the counter of the concessions stand and ran back into the theater to get Daisy.
"Daisy, I'm sorry dear but we must leave now." Gatsby whispered in her ear. Daisy was too drunk to comprehend what he was saying.
"W-what? Why? The movie isn't even over yet." She slurred.
"We're in danger. We need to leave immediately." Gatsby insisted. Reluctantly, Daisy got up and followed him out the back way. They were in an alley and were headed back to his mansion. It may not have been the safest but it was the quickest way there. They were almost there but then the woman appeared in front of them.
"Well, well, well. Trying to back out of a deal are we Gatsby?" The woman said slyly.
"No please don't. I'm not ready yet. I just need a little more time." Gatsby replied.
"Time. Everyone always needs a little more time. Tough luck. Your time's up." The woman raised her arms above her head and was about to do some horrid thing or another to him. Daisy was confused but curious. She saw two men running behind the woman. She thought maybe they could help if she stalled the mysterious woman.
"Wait!" Daisy cried aloud. The woman turned to her.
"What now? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" The woman was clearly aggravated by this.
"Take me instead. I don't have much to live for now anyways. Just take me and do what you will with me. I'll take his place."
"That's not how this works foolish girl. He made a deal with me and it's payment day."
"Can't you alter the deal or something?" Daisy was desperate. She didn't want to lose Gatsby. This world wouldn't be the same without him. Then again Gatsby felt the same way about her. The two men that were behind the woman were closer now.
"Please do what you want to with me. Just don't hurt her." Gatsby pleaded with her.
"Well you know taking the souls of both of you would be rather enjoyable. My boss would be happy."
At this point the two men were close enough to her that they could hear the conversation. They stopped running and began to walk slowly in order to creep up on her. They almost did it but then the taller of the two stepped on a piece of glass from one of the dumpsters and startled her. She whirled around to face the two.
"Well looky here. If it isn't the Winchesters." She flung her arms above her head to either side of her. The two men were flung onto the sides of the buildings a good few feet in the air. They both looked annoyed. The woman turned back to face us keeping them in their place.
"Well it looks like tonight's your lucky night." The woman said with an evil grin. The two men, the Winchesters, struggled to break free from whatever the woman had pinned them down with. Daisy, who Gatsby was now trying to pull away from the whole scene, noticed that the shorter man had an oddly shaped blade in his hand.
"Gatsby shouldn't we try to help?" Daisy whispered.
"Daisy, darling, you don't understand how dangerous this could be for us. Let them take care of it. They were casing her after all." Gatsby wanted to keep her safe. Daisy gave him a look that said he had better do something about what was going on. Gatsby sighed in defeat and turned to the woman.
"What's so special about these two?" He asked her. She turned back around.
"You mean you don't know who these two are? Why, they're the Winchesters. Their souls are the most wanted thing around in hell. Imagine all the praise I'll get after bringing their souls to Crowley. I can hear it now." The woman was distracted with what she was saying and lost her concentration on keeping the Winchesters on the walls. They both fell to the ground. By the time the woman heard the thud and turned around the shorter Winchester was behind her with a knife. When she turned around she had cut her stomach open on the knife. She screamed out in pain as a yellow glowing light shown through the cut. It went away as quickly as it came. With one more flick of the blade the Winchester had stabbed her in the heart and killed her.
"Who are you?" Gatsby asked.
"Want to give him the speech." The shorter one said to the taller one.
"We're hunters." The taller one said.
"Hunters?" Daisy asked.
"We hunt monsters for a living. That thing that we just killed was a crossroads demon. Any idea who it was coming after?" The shorter one commented harshly.
"She was coming for me. I didn't know what she wanted when I made the deal." Gatsby replied. Gatsby and Daisy were still trying to take everything in.
"So demons are real?" Daisy said.
"Yep. and a lot of other things as well." The tall one said.
"Can you tell us about them? I want to be more prepared if anything like this were to ever happen again." Gatsby asked.
"Are you sure you really want that? It's a big burden to carry believe me, we do this for a living. We've seen all sorts of things." The tall man cautioned.
"I want to know." Gatsby insisted.
"Alright then we'll tell you a few things." The shorter one said. They walked along the streets of New York and spoke of the things nightmares are made of. As they walked they passed under billboards one of which was a creepy looking add for an eye doctor. The eyes on it were visible from miles away. The strangers soon parted ways never to see each other ever again.