My Psychic (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Entering Roadhouse

(Italics are thoughts and its modern day, like between 2016 and 2020)
Pulling into the Roadhouse that was packed full of cars, trucks, and just about anything with an engine. I pulled around to the back of the old place parking in the "owners" parking area. I let out a deep shaky sigh. God what am I doing back here. I should've of left this place in the past long ago. I looked over to the passenger side of my car. My old over the shoulder messenger bag laid there flipped open with papers and the edge of my book poking out. Pens, unused notebooks and old newspapers piled on the floor. I rolled up my windows and turned down the radio before shutting off my car. Leaning over into the side of my old car shoving the papers and a few pens back into the bag. I glance into the back of my car seeing my sister's old journal. I stared at it for a moment then snatched it out of the back seats and slipping into my back before flipping the fold over it. Opening my car door and stepping out into the rain, swiftly shutting my car door and locking it as I made my way inside. Glancing at all the cars to catch an idea of which hunters are at the Roadhouse tonight. There was one car I didn't recognize. A black Chevy Impala. I stopped and stared at it for a moment, losing myself in thought. Wow, she looks good as new, besides the somewhat wore tires and wore seating, looks like maybe a 67 or 68. But my god she's pretty. She's definitely a sight for sore eyes. But not a common car to see. Slowly coming back to reality and being half soaked and the short layers of my hair sticking to my neck and sides of my face, I make my way inside pushing in the front doors. Only moments of being inside I feel eyes all over me. I'm not exactly welcomed by other hunters. But nonetheless I glance around as I make my way to the bar. Ellen was talking to two men, one looked early twenties while the other looked mid twenties maybe older. She glanced over at me and smiled, pausing her conversation with the two men. "Well if it ain't the one and only Tokyo. Asher is in the back if ya need him. Jo is somewhere around here," I nodded and headed towards Asher's room just making it passed the two men at the counter, Ellen called my name again. "Tokyo honey, I wanna introduce you to some friends of mine." I take a moment before spinning around and facing these two men. The younger one seemed familiar, he had considerably longer hair, his eyes...something about his eyes. They looked like a bluish grey from my position. His hair was a neutral brown, not too dark or too light. He reminded me of my sam but he wouldn't of ever grown out his hair like this guy but still.. Before I left...before I watched his heart break through his face when I told him I was leaving the state. He hugged me so tightly that night. I told him we'd keep in touch and that I would try to visit him. But things got too messy and I had to change phone numbers and use a fake name. I heard snapping to my left as I came back from memory lane. "Tokyo? You alright?" I glanced over to her and nodded before looking back at the boys. The older one had much shorter hair and a charming like smile on his face. "Sorry, got lost in thought. You, you just reminded me of someone" I spoke as I motioned towards the younger men. "But I'm Tokyo" The older man laughed. "Funny feeling, that little name must be an alias. But this is sam," He put his arms around the younger one and patted his back. "I'm dean his older brother." I nodded, "Pleasure to meet you two, but i'm currently caught up in a hunt. Maybe we'll run into each later." I turned away and walked to Asher's door and was just about to enter when I hear a calming voice call me, I turned around instantly thinking it was my Sammy from Stanford University in California. He was only in the beginning year and I left half way during his second year. But is was the younger brother that had called me, "Tokyo, is there anyway I could catch your real name?" His voice was so soothing and sounded like music. I looked at him for a moment before little out a small soft laugh. "Maybe next time, Sam" Finally turning around and knocking as I entered Asher's room.