Supernatural

Chapter Four-Green Eyes

As soon as I turn into the bar parking lot that beautiful black car catches my eye. I eagerly park next to it and jump out of my seat to get a closer look at it. If I had to guess...I'd say it's a 1967 Chevy Impala. A really sweet ride. A sweet ride that I've only seen once before. Must be someone new in town.

I almost jog to the entrance of the bar to get a peek at possible newcomers. I enter the bar and take the same stool I did the evening before. I look around for any new faces but find none so I turn back to the bar.

It's Cathy's shift once again and she walks over to me with a little smirk on her face.

"Second night in a row, huh Angie? Anything to do with the newcomer?" At that I lean forward and ask with intense curiosity,

"You seen em?" Cath winks at me and nods. I look at the smirk on her face and make a suggestive face at her, "Geez, Cath. You already give him directions to your house?"

She laughs outright then puts her hands on her hips.

"Now I ain't that easy. Let's just say he passes, goes beyond actually, all physical tests. So let's see how he does with words." I laugh at her and say,

"So this will be an interesting show. May I have a screwdriver by the way?" She nods and quickly makes the drink. She sees someone come out of the bathroom and leans over the counter to whisper to me,

"That's him over there. I'll be back in a bit." I don't look because I'm frowning at the counter. Right before she leaves I grab her hand and whisper to her fast,

"Make sure you're careful though, okay? Promise? No serial killers." I say all this with a straight face but a little smile at the end to relieve some tension.

She rolls her eyes but meets my gaze before saying seriously,

"Promise." I smile and let go of her hand then send her off with a wave of my hand. This ought to be interesting...I think to myself and finally look over to see the man she's sauntering over to.

Dean's POV

"Shot through the heart

And you're to blame!

You give love

A bad name!"

The Bon Jovi song blasts through the speakers at the bar and I find myself quietly humming along to the music and tapping my foot to the beat. The bartender comes over and nods at the speakers,

"I take it you like this song." I take a gulp from my drink and put it down closer to her so she'll refill it.

"Hell yeah." I answer as she fills my glass with another double shot of whiskey. "It's a classic." I take a smaller sip of my drink as she leans on the counter in front of me.

"Oh really?" She asks.

"Mmhmm. And tonight it definitely rings true." She smiles and asks,

"How so? You having lady trouble?"

"I might be, if you don't let me take you out after your shift tonight." I answer then shoot her a charming smile. She laughs and straightens from her leaning position.

"Well you definitely get points for charm and style." I hold out my arms.

"That many points should at least earn me a night out." She laughs lightly again and hmms. Deliberating.

"I'll tell you what; if you're here when I get off, you can buy me dinner." I smile and hold up my glass.

"Guess I'll switch to a beer then." She smiles back at me and gets me a beer.

"Good choice." Then she goes to service other customers. I watch her sashay away with a grin on my face then shake my head and say,

"Mmm." I start drinking my beer but then I get a little prickle on the back of my neck; someone is watching me. Fighting my instinct, I take another swig of beer and leisurely look around the bar. Everyone is minding their own business; except one. This one chick, a pretty hot one, is staring at me. Now I'm used to chicks looking at me, but this wasn't exactly the normal look.

Her brown eyes were filled with horror and disbelief. I met her eyes and they widen impossibly more. I grew defensive, puzzled, and concerned. I get up and start walking towards her at the opposite side of the bar. She didn't move, it seemed as if fear and shock had paralyzed her. I was only a few feet away when this behemoth runs into me. I look up at his face and find out that it's Sam. A very pissed off Sam.

"What the hell, Dean?" I sigh.

"What?"

"I have been looking for you for over an hour! I called your cell at least a dozen times! I-"

"Sam. Sam!" I grab his shoulders and look into his eyes. "Look at me. Do I look injured?" He takes a moment to look me up and down but I answer before he does anyway. "Nope. I'm fine. I left my phone in the car, okay? I'm sorry, but you need to chill man. Plus I'm only at this place because the two vics were killed out in the alley so I'm checking it out." He looks a little calmer so I slap his shoulder then let him go. "You good?" He nods and let's out a pent up breath. "Alright. Now sit down, we're causin a scene." I wave to all the folks staring over at us. 'Wait, the girl', I think and I look over to see if she's still there. She's gone.

"Damn." I whisper and Sam turns to see where I'm looking.

"What?" He asks. I sit him down on a bar stool and answer him,

"There was a girl staring at me over there." I gesture to where she was sitting with a hand. His eyebrows went up.

"And what? You didn't think you could take her?" I look at him with a deadpan expression.

"No Sammy, that's not the point. The way she looked at me, it was like she knew me or something." His brows furrow and I nodded. "I know." Then I hit his arm lightly and we leave the bar.

Angela's POV

I had crouched under the counter after Green Eyes over there had run into somebody, someone with much too long hair for a guy. I just saw him and froze, but there is no doubt in my mind that that is the man I've been dreaming about; the both of them. Long-haired guy is the one who was knocked unconscious against that brick wall in the alley. Then Green Eyes...he's the man I saw die.

-Author's Note-
DEAN'S FIRST POV!!!! 😵 I hope y'all enjoyed it! And I also hope it's accurate... 😳 What's gonna happen?? 😁 Love you peeps! Please vote and comment!