Guns n' Roses (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Harvelle's Roadhouse

"Yo." The dark haired woman sat in front of Ellen with a grin on her face. As usual her face was not without few bruises and a playful smirk that she always had when she felt particularly good after finishing a case by her own, again.

"I see you're banged up as usual." Ellen remarked while she prepared a dark ale.

"I see your wrinkles as usual." She winked.

"oh vien." Ellen rested her hands on the counter with threatening smile. "Don't start."

Vien put her hands up in the air as a sign of surrender. After all she didn't want to mess up this perfect day. She just finished a shape shifter with a blow on its ugly mug and it felt so damn fine.

"Heard you running about in killing spree again."

Her grin widened. "Oh yes ma'am, killed a shape shifter, now imma take your case with the psychopathic murderous clowns." Her eyes brightened, Ellen sighed. Figures, and here I thought she visited for old time sake. She's just here again to sniff a case, again.

"Slow down, take a break." She served the dark ale to Vien who frowned in response.

"You know me, Ellen, I don't do breaks. So it'll be faster for us if you hand over the envelope while I drink."

The older woman scratch her neck. Oh boy, here goes nothing. Ellen grimly thought.

"I already gave the case."

"WHAT?!" She bellowed. "I thought we're buddies?!" Ellen almost laughed on her very childish vocabulary paired with her signature dejected look.

"You look like a hungry pup." Ellen chuckled.

"No, I'd rather be describe as a betrayed beauty." She sat down again and proceeds to rub her temple. Dead end again. She sighed.

"Hey Vien?" Ellen stopped moving and looked at her straight in the eyes.

"What?"

"Did you know?" Ellen had something, something sad on her fierce eyes that made Vien worry. She knew very well that when Ellen looked at her straight in the eyes, she's either trying to read her mind or about to say something, something very wrong.

"Know what?" She sat her drink down and looked back.

"John died." She said silently. Vien looked down on her drink, and smiled to herself.

"That's tragic." Then she drank again, finishing her drink in one gulp. "About time, he retires. He's too old anyways."

"Vien, stop it."

She snorted. "Stop what? Anyways, if you don't have any case I'll hit the road now." she got up and took her leather jacket.

"Thanks for the news. I uh..." she tried to look for the right words. "Appreciate it." She said without looking back.

On her way to the door she saw Jo. Ellen's daughter.

"Hey Jo!"

The blond looked at her with surprise etched all around her face. "You showed up only now?!" Jo shouted at her.

"I can here you fine." Vien shouted back. "Bye!" Vien winked.

She closed the door behind her when she heard Jo's loud gasp.

"Dang it." She said aloud. She didn't want to feel nostalgic today nor does she wanted to see Impala parked the way John parked, she especially doesn't want to see a blond green eyed doo-doo princess driving this bad ass motherfucker.

They stared at each other for a while before Dean turned the engine off and Vien shrugged.

"Dean, do you know her?" Sam looked at the brunette with a clear irked looked. Sam wanted to actually ask 'Dean, did you uh... banged her?' but he knew Dean won't appreciate it. So he looked at the lady in leather jacket, slick pants and high heeled boots and tried to braise himself if she lashed out and shouted, 'DEAN YOU JERK!' or something.

"No."

That's new. Sam knew well Dean liked those petite dark haired woman. Especially she looked kinda, sam looked away. Hot.

They got out of the car and passed by her. Sam saw her looking at them with a vacant expression. He couldn't quite describe her face because it was dark but with the pale light of the roundhouse' sign, he can only make out that she has a little cut on her lower lips and a slight bruise? On her left jaw. She looked back at him and smirked.

He heard her chuckle a little as she walked away.

Oblivious to them, Vien was having a hard time suppressing her laughter. The princess and the tower, she'll call them. John, you have really weird looking children.

She already started her motorcycle engine when she saw Dean burst out of the door while scanning the surroundings.

He spotted her. Damn. She clicked her tongue. He ran towards her with Sam and Ellen curiously peeking out by the door, watching.

Damn, Winchesters. Why are you all so troublesome?!

She took off her helmet, turned the engine off and greeted Dean with a sly kiss.

"Hi Dean! Missed me babe?"