𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 || 𝑑. 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐢. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

I'M SHARPENING THE BLADE OF MY KNIFE when all of a sudden there's a loud thud on the other side of the door.

The sound of boots scraping across the wooden floor echoes from outside, the floorboards creaking under the weight.
This wouldn't even be noticeable as the roadhouse is always full of people but today we're closed.

Quietly, I take my rifle which is laying on my bed since I cleaned it earlier and sneak over to the door where the noises were coming from a moment ago.
My finger rests on the trigger and I open the door, peeking through the gap.

"Hello- anyone here," a male voice asks cautiously and then two young men come to my view. Both seem to be really tall but one's slightly shorter. The taller one starts looking around - a little too noisy in my opinion - and enters a back room.

Deciding not to answer, I sneak behind the guy with short dirty blond hair. Then I make myself present by pushing the barrel of my rifle into his lower back.

"Oh god please let that be a rifle-" he says with a smooth voice but I notice him tensing up underneath the brown leather jacket.

"No I'm just really happy to see you," I retort flatly. "Don't move." My attention is fully drawn to the guy as I cock the rifle to let him know that I'm not playing.

"Not moving, copy that." He doesn't move but continues to speak. "There's one thing you should know sweetheart. When you put a rifle on someone, don't put it right against their back. Makes it real easy to do-"

Not a moment passes and the guy turns around fluidly, snatching the gun from me with a quick move and empties it.

"-that." The cartridges fall to the wooden floor and I gasp in surprise, internally slapping myself for making such a stupid mistake.

When I look up, beautiful green eyes are staring directly at me, the image of his perfectly shaped lips curled into a self confident smirk burning itself into my brain.
His gaze hold so much intensity, which causes a pleasant warmth spreading through my body.

After what feels like an eternity, I manage to form a thought and react, wiping the smug smile off his face with a hard punch to the nose.

He immediately doubles over and clutches his nose, blood trickling from his nostrils.

"Didn't see that coming huh sweetheart," I tease mockingly, the smug smile playing on my lips now.

"Sam! I need some help in here.." he yells for his counterpart and I can't suppress a chuckle, watching this guy getting his ass kicked after being so overconfident.

"I can't see.. I can't even see," he groans and I want to pat my own shoulder for throwing a good punch despite his mesmerizing features.

Then, the back door opens to reveal 'Sam' with both hands on his head, entering the bar with slow steps.
"Sorry Dean. I can't right now. I'm uh a little tied up," he says and nods his head towards my mom standing behind him, who's pointing a gun at his head.

"Sam? Dean?" My mom eyes the boys with a hint of suspicion but those names seem to be familiar to her. "Winchester," she adds after a moment of silence and cocks a brow.

Everyone's frozen until both boys answer with a yes.
"Son of a bitch-" my mom mutters and rolls her eyes. I'm confused.
"Mom, you know these guys?"

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys."
Sam and Dean both look up at the same time and look almost as surprised as I.

"I'm Ellen, this is my daughter Adeline," my mother introduces us both with a warmer tone and lowers her gun.