Before you left Wichita, you decided to do some drinking. You deserved to blow off some steam and what better way than at some crappy bar? Getting back to the motel the night after finishing the hunt, you changed into a silver thigh length thin strapped dress with black knee-high boots. It shined in the bar lights and your hair was let down, flowing past your shoulders. Sure, you were still pretty beat up, but the dress hid the damage to your midsection, and make up helped cover the rest of the bruises. Being sore never stopped you from having a drink and maybe even hooking up with someone. You weren't one to have a string of one-night stands, but every now and then if the mood struck, you'd go for it.
Arriving at the bar, as usual, the majority of people were men. Some were playing pool and you threw back a shot of whiskey before heading over. You fluffed up your hair and made sure the girls were nicely on display.
One of the few places you weren't using make up to cover a dark bruise.
"Hey, fellas," You cooed, and they snapped their attention to you, raking their eyes up and down your figure, "Can one of you teach me how to play?"
Before they responded, you put your finger to your mouth and bit it slightly, tilting your head down, and giving your best puppy eyes.
Your go to move when trying to con someone.
"Sure, little lady, what's your name?" A bigger, burly man asked you.
"Angie and yours?" You smiled, never using your name wasn't really necessary since they never asked for a last name, but you never wanted to hear your name come out of the mouth of some pervert.
Not calling-
"Bill."
a pervert, but by the end of this, he'd probably become one. They usually do.
"Is this right?" You asked him as you leaned over the table, giving him a clear view of your cleavage, and trying not to cringe when he licked his lips, blatantly staring.
"That's just fine, hon."
You took a shot, making sure everyone in the vicinity heard that you missed. You easily lost the game, even making a ball hop off the table at one point. It was obvious to anyone around that you sucked at pool, which is exactly what you wanted.
"Oh, well." You sighed, pretending to be upset about losing.
"Want to get out of here?" He asked, rubbing your lower back.
"One more game first?" You asked, pouting, "I want to see if anyone will play against me."
"I think most folks here want to bet on the games." He laughed a little, making his mustache twerk up a bit.
"I mean I have cash," You told him with a shrug, placing two hundred-dollar bills on the edge of the table, "I don't mind paying to play."
"You might lose." He clicked his tongue and you wanted to rip it out when his hand went to the top of your ass.
"Worth a shot!" You cheered with a giggle, breaking away from him and walking around the table, "Anyone wanna play a game? Two hundred bucks?"
A few guys approached you, but only one had the money, so you played him.
And then you played him.
"Beginners luck!" You cheered, clapping your hands and jumping slightly, taking his money.
"Did you just use me to swindle that man?" Bill whispered in your ear.
"Of course, not." You internally smirked, walking away from him.
The bar soon died down after a few more takers, and you walked away with six hundred bucks.
"Comin' home with me, honey?" Bill had an intoxicated, since he drank the entire time you played, dopey smile on his face as he started eyeing you up and down again.
"Sure, Bill," You forced a smile, "Let me get my coat."
You took your bag, stuffing the money in it, grabbed your coat off the hook by the door, and swiftly went outside to your car without looking back.
Starting up your jeep makes some noise, and he quickly realized what was going on, so you sped off as he just came outside with his hands thrown in the air.
Six hundred isn't your best night, but it's certainly not your worst. You also had Bill buying you drinks all night, even though you told the bartender to make every other a virgin. This way your senses wouldn't be out of whack and you could actually make it home safely.
Responsible hunter you is.
Arriving at the motel, your mind drifted to the Winchesters. Mostly because, even though you were used to it, you never loved spending nights in strange towns by yourself. When you were younger you would run with some other hunters. There was Rufus, Kenny, and this weird dude Garth, that actually grew on you, that liked to travel to hunts a lot. If you were ever in a state like Minnesota or South Dakota you would call up hunters like Jody, Donna, or Bobby to help out. You never really needed the help, but this job got lonely and it was nice to catch up with old friends once in a while.
Taking a hot shower to wash off the bar and the stink that is Bill, you thought about your job. It was never a good thing to be alone with your thoughts for too long because it often wandered into dark places.
The times you came within an inch of your life, the lives you couldn't save, and the things you would find along the way. The tragedies that these families were now suffering from because you couldn't have been there a day earlier or a moment sooner.
"Shit!" You hissed, realizing you scrubbed too hard while you were distracted that you ripped a few stitches.
Finishing up and climbing out, you dried off and stitched your side again. You wrapped a towel around your middle and tried to think of the reasons why you hunt.
To save people.
Once you found out about the monsters you knew you couldn't stand by and hope someone else solved the problem. Your life was never lived that way. So, you threw yourself out there and got good at it. There were more than a few very close calls in the beginning, but it only made you train harder and study more lore to hone your skills.
You remembered the days when you were barely sixteen, staying over at Bobby's place so he could teach you to drive and help you with the lore. He has books on everything, and you got your license in no time. He insisted on you staying with him and going on his hunts until you were a bit older, but you knew it was time to part ways. Rufus took you out to show you more of the ropes before you broke off from him too and went completely solo by the time you were eighteen.
Those hunters became your family and even though they told you only good things about the Winchesters, you always knew you'd have to judge for yourself one day.
