Short stories

Random midnight writing

It was a normal day for me in my small hometown. My usual noon to close shift at the gas station across from the only clothes store we had. Barely anyone came in so I always read until someone stopped by. Whoever stopped by, I usually knew and started some small talk with them. The only thing different about today was the two men that came in. I watched as they picked out some water bottles and a few granola bars. The taller one seemed more interested in the healthy stuff while the shorter seemed delighted by our pies. Once they picked out their stuff, they walked up and set it all on the counter. "Is this all for you two today?" I asked and they nodded.  The shorter leaned on the counter. "Hey, is that Johnny Cash?" He asked about the music going throughout the store. I nodded and he grinned. "Did you choose it?" I nodded again as I rang up their stuff. "Nice choice." I smiled slightly. "You're a classic music fan too?" He nodded. "Yeah, what's your favorite?" He asked. "AC/DC or Ozzy. You?" The taller one handed me the money and I gave him his change. "Metallica. What's your favorite song?" I hummed. "Back in black or Tinkertrain. I can never choose between them." The taller one rolled his eyes as I bagged their stuff for them. I handed him the bag as the shorter one shrugged. "Can't pick favorites with good music." I grinned and he smiled. He held out his hand. "Dean." I shook his hand. "Lia. You got a last name Dean?" He let go of my hand. "Winchester. What about you?" I secretly grabbed a pen. "Walsh. Can I see your hand, Mr. Winchester?" He held out his hand, palm up. I wrote my number on his palm. The taller one walked out and Dean glanced at him. "Call me sometime." He took my pen and wrote his number on my palm. He added D.W to it and I smiled. "Sure thing, Ms. Walsh." And with that, he left. I hid the pen again and entered his number into my phone. I looked out the window to see him getting into a late sixties Chevy Impala. He took off once he got in and I whistled. "Nice car, Mr. Winchester." I mumbled to myself as I went back to reading my book. The bell above the door rang and I looked up to see a mysterious cop. "Have you seen these two men?" He held up a picture of Dean and the other guy. I shook my head but glanced at the camera screen. He was safe from what my parents hunted. "Nope. Do you have a copy of that so I can recognize them if they ever do come in?" He gave me a rolled up copy of it and I smiled. "Thanks. I'll keep it hidden just in case I see them. Is there a phone number I can contact you with, just in case?" I asked, acting innocent. He nodded again. I got him a pen and some paper so he could write it down. I taped it to the desk underneath the register, planning on throwing it once he left. "There we go. I'll call if I see them. By the way, what are they wanted for?" I had to ask and he smiled. "Multiple cases of murder and several cases of identity fraud." My eyes widened and I fake-gasped. "Really? I would have never guessed. Well, thank you officer for coming in here and telling me before I bumped into them." I wasn't surprised in the least bit. My father almost got caught with those charges a few times but my mother never got caught. After they met and got married, he never got caught again. She was good at what they did but I never wanted to be part of it. I kept an eye out all the same though. Anyway, the officer left and I threw the number away along with the poster. I went back to reading and glanced at the clock every now and then. Closing time was always ten, on the dot. I groaned when I saw that it was seven. "Seven hours with nothing but a few people, a cop, two hunters, and a book. Sounds like a bad sitcom joke." I laughed quietly to myself. "Two hunters walk into a bar, the cop laughs and walks under it." I went into a giggling fit but had to calm down when my phone rang. I checked Caller I.D and saw my mom. "Hey mom." I greeted as I put my book away. "Hello Lia. Anything suspicious today?" I smiled. "No but I did have two boys come in a bit ago." She hummed into the phone. "And you think I might know them because of my lifestyle?" She asked. "Yeah, kind of." She laughed a little. "Alright, did they give you a last name?" I hummed in response. "Winchester." She gasped and I could tell that her eyes widened. "Lia, stay away from them." My confusion rose. "Why? They're hunters like you and Dad." I pointed out and she sighed. "They may be hunters but they're much more dangerous than we are. Your father and I stay low. Those boys will stop at nothing to finish their end goal." I sighed. "And that is?" "Kill the demon that killed their mother. Their father raised them in hunting after their mother died when Sam, the younger one, was six months old. They are very co-dependent on each other and Dean will let nothing stand in his way of protecting his little brother." My confusion lowered and then rose again. "Mom, how do you know so much about them?" I asked and she was quiet for a moment. "Before I met your father, I had a hunting partner. She was my best friend and we protected each other from everything. We met their father, John, on a hunt and then met the boys. The three of us teamed up on the Witch convent that we were hunting. My partner died because John screwed up. He forgot one detail and got her killed. I've blamed him ever since." And there goes any confusion I ever had. I looked at the numbed on my hand and sighed. "They can't be the same person their dad was. They've been doing this their whole lives, he's been doing it for twenty-two years. It's not the same." She sighed. "I know but still, be cautious near them. Who knows what might happen." I hummed in response. "I gotta go. Love you, Lia." I smiled. "Love you too, mom. Be safe." I could hear her smile. "You too. Bye." "Bye." I hung up on her and looked at the time. "Eight o'clock. Frickin' wonderful." I groaned. Two hours never lasted for me. My phone dinged as I let my head bump into the counter. I checked and it was my boss. I clicked on my unread messages and noticed that he sent me a text. 'Close up at eight-thirty tonight. Go have fun and be a teen for once.' I smiled and cheered. I texted my two closest friends and told them to grab the treats. 'Party at my house! Get pop and candy! Don't invite anyone else!' I giggled at their responses. 'Why?' and Why the f*** not?' I texted them again. 'We're marathon-ing tonight. Suggestions?' I started checking things and cleaning up as we texted each other. 'Doctor Who!' and 'Sherlock!!!' were the immediate responses. 'How about DW tonight and Sherlock tomorrow since none of us work tomorrow?' I stocked for the next morning as my friends agreed. I closed up at eight-thirty exact and left for my house. The whole night was a party for the three of us. Although, the next morning was pretty great too. We had a sleepover and kept eating popcorn, skittles, and chocolate. The only thing we drank was Mountain Dew, Root Beer, and water. We didn't sleep at all and Netflix kept asking if we were ok. The next day was a full on dance party and we never slowed down. Our secret was Red Bull and Monster, possibly Rock Star too if I had any left. It was the usual weekend thing we did if any of us go off of our jobs early. (Although we did even if we didn't get off early.) I could never say that my Eighteenth year alive was ever boring.