Meeting the winchesters

Meeting the winchesters. Day One: Captured

Luke's  pov
I can't afford drinks, I'm just sitting in a booth of a bar for the wifi. Running a hand through my obsidian black hair being careful to leave my ears hidden. Getting up to leave i make my way toward the door stumbling along the way. Making it out to the parking lot i run straight into a really tall persons abdomen.

"Fuck my bad man." I mumble hastily.

"It's fine dude, my names Sam." He smacks the person next to him. I literally have to look up at them. Fuck tall people.

"Names Dean." Scanning these people i see weapons hidden under excessive jackets and shirts.

"My names Luke."

"Let us buy you a drink." My eyes light. One thing I've  learned from years on the road is to never turn down free drinks.

"Sure. I could use a drink."

"So what brings you out here to South Carolina?" Sam asks as dean heads to the bar for drinks.

"Work."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a Hunter I hunt."

"What do you hunt?"

"Depends on what's out and about."

"You ever hunted demons?" Deans gruff voice says from next to me.

"Couple times yeah."

"How many times is a couple?" Sam inquires.

"I lost count." I chuckle taking a swig from the bottle of beer Dean set on the table.  Sam and Dean look surprised.

"So what are you here for?"

"You ask a lot of questions Sammy. I'm in town for a few weeks to take small jobs take a break from the heavy stuff." I hate taking money from people.

"Has anything come up for a job yet?"

"Hope you not trying to poach jobs Sammy. Hunters don't hunt down other hunters jobs." They looked shocked. Pity I thought they'd be better at hiding their emotions. A wolfish smile creeps onto my face. Dean sighs, wanted to keep that a secret I suppose, he reaches over my shoulder and pushes a spot on my neck causing me to pass out.

~Later on~

"Grrrrrrrrrr. What the hell?" I mumble sleepily.

"Hey Sammy. He's waking up." Dean yells. God he should shut his cake hole. I growl low in my throat. I open my eyes and blink at the sudden brightness, shifting I try to get a handle on the situation, my ears aren't tucked into my hair so they know that already. Flicking my ears around I try to pick up identifying sounds as to where I am. It's raining where ever we are, my hands are handcuffed behind my back to the chair I'm in. I'm still in my clothes from last night, I probably smell horrible. Dean walks out to go find Sammy I think. I inhale deeply, there's a train station nearby a bakery in the town a bar a..... a graveyard? Maybe. It smells like rotting flesh and dirt. My tail is still tucked into my pants. That's good. It smells like paint, I take a moment to look up. Nothing. Glancing down I see it. A Devils trap. Just fan-fucking-tastic. Can't leave now. I use the small piece of thin metal attached to my bracelet to unlock my hand cuffs. Bringing my hands in front of me I rub my wrists. I move out of the chair to the floor facing away from the light. Dean hasn't returned yet. I stretch cracking my spine and shake out my shoulders. A yawn fights past my lips, my canines brush my bottom lip when I close my mouth. They are excruciatingly sharp, I look down, my nails have sharpened themselves into pointed claws. I decide I might as well untuck my tail from my pants. I run it through the special hole in my jeans. It's pure white right now, my ears probably match. I sigh, I got caught, this is the second time. This time it's gonna be a lot harder to get away.