Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 9 *continued*

Viper's POV:

He swung one more punch at my face. I leaned my head over to spit out the blood gathering in my mouth.

"You don't crack easy, huh?" The demon asked, grabbing my face and turning it towards him. I smirked in reply. He made a small cut across my chest, right beneath my collar bone.

"How do you feel about holy water?" I asked. He looked at me confused before I directed my eyes behind him. He turned around and I brought my legs up in a hurry, kicking him with all my strength. Dean was standing in the doorway. He poured holy water on the demon as he fell into the trap Dean had drawn silently while I was getting my ass kicked.

"Ha. Bitch." I said as I spit out more blood. Dean rushed over to help me off of the torture contraption.

"Sorry it took so long," he said. "I was driving as fast as I could."

"Don't sweat it." I replied, smiling softly. My nose was bleeding, my eye blackened already, my lip busted, and a gash above my eyebrow and one on my cheek. "I'm sure I look as rough as I feel." I laughed.

"You look fine," he rolled his eyes. He grabbed my hand and tugged me outside. "You shouldn't have left in a pissed off rage." He said sternly, examining the cut below my ribs. "Dean, you have my shirt up and you're gonna spend your time scolding me?" I teased. He looked up with a firm look on his face. "Tough crowd." I mumbled under my breath.

"I'll stitch you up when we get back to the motel." He stated. I put my shirt back down and walked over to my side of Dean's Impala. A sudden thought hit me.

"Damn it." I sighed. He gave me a concerning look. "Black Betty. I left her at the bar." I said, answering his look.

"We'll get her tomorrow morning." He replied. I sighed.

"Can we at least go to the bar before going back to the motel?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Isn't that what got you here in the first place?" He asked.

"Yes. But that was before I had big strong batman with me." I smirked, hoping to win him over. He looked over at me as I gave him a teethy-grin.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, sitting back in the passenger seat.

"Only a few drinks. Then we're leaving." He said sternly. I obliged and started wiping the bloom from my face onto my red flannel. I had a v-neck Led Zeppelin shirt on, black jeans, my combat boots and flannel. It was as close to dressed up as I could get.

We pulled up to the bar and I excitedly exited the impala.

"Alright, calm down. You little alcoholic." Dean laughed. I rolled my eyes and entered the bar.

"I see your back." A bleach blonde bartender said to me.

"Do I know you?" I asked, sounding a little more rude than expected.

"I waited on you earlier. I thought you said you didn't have a man." She said, looking over at Dean.

"I don't." I replied shortly, seeing him eyeing her. "He's all yours." I rolled my eyes and turned around on the stool, watching the guys play again.

"Is that so?" I heard her annoying laugh from behind me. I could tell Dean was trying to be seductive, as his voice got lower and quieter. I rolled my eyes again and turned around on the stool to face them.

"Jack and Coke. Thanks." I said shortly, interrupting their conversation. She stopped talking long enough to finish making my drink and slid it to me.

"Well I'll be sure to give you a call." I heard Dean say shortly after. I rolled my eyes once again, assuming that by now they would've detached from my brain. She walked away and I turned on the barstool again, facing Dean this time.

"She's really your type?" I questioned in a judgmental way.

"Eh, she's alright."

"Oh I forgot, slutty and prissy. She is your type." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you jealous Vi?" He questioned, sarcastically.

"Of Barbie over there? No thanks." I scoffed.

"Or the fact that I can get a date?" He challenged.

"Are you insisting that I can't?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you insisting that you can?" He persisted. I made a humph sound with my mouth and slid off the stool. I felt his eyes piercing the back of my head.

"How are you boys doing?" I asked, leaning against the wall, facing a couple of men.

"We're alright little lady, how about yourself?" One guy around Dean's age asked me, leaning over top of me.

"I'm alright," I replied, walking around him to get a pool stick.

"So, you look mighty beat up. What happened?" He asked, following me.

"It's a long story, why don't we talk about it over dinner?" I smirked. He smirked in reply and pulled out a receipt from an old gas station. I took it and walked right to where Dean was sitting, him watching me the whole way. "Can I borrow a pen?" I asked the bleach blonde. She handed it to me and I scribbled a number on it and walked back over to the man. "Here ya go." A smirked, he took it and smiled.

"So, dinner then?" He asked. I winked back at him and turned to walk away.

"If you're lucky." I called over my shoulder. I went and sat next to Dean, satisfied with how mad he looked. "Now who couldn't get a date?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Guess you're going to dinner with Meat Brain over there?" He asked, clearly mad as he made fun of the man I just got a date with.

"Nah," I replied, leaning back and taking a drink. He gave me a confused look. "Fake number." I smirked, winking at him. He laughed and shook his head.

"Fake boobs." He replied, gesturing to the bartender that had given him her number. I laughed a little.

"You gonna call her?" I asked.

"Not a chance." He replied, crumbling the paper with her number on it. I shook my head.

"Let's blow this Popsicle stand." I sat my empty glass down and hopped off the bar stool, Dean following after me.

Harley's POV:

"What do you mean she's missing Sam?" I raised my voice.

"It's okay, Harley I'm sure she's fine." He tried calming me down after telling me someone got Viper and Dean went looking for her. I was so pissed and scared I could hardly breath.

"That's my sister Sammy!" I yelled. His eyes were sad and regretful. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." I sighed, sitting with my head in my hands.