Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 13

Harley's POV:

"So, Bobby gonna be with us this go around?" I asked Sammy from the passenger seat of Black Betty, Vi's Impala.

"Eh, I don't know. Dean and Vi are gonna go to the grave yard near the edge of the woods, to look for the remains of the witch, while you and I go into the woods and look for her little cabin hide out." He replied. I nodded and put my feet on the dash. "If Viper saw you doing that she'd be pissed." He chuckled.

"Yeah well, she's got bigger things to worry about." I laughed.

"What would that be?" Sammy asked me.

"Well, she is alone with Dean at the moment so." I looked over at him and he made an 'ew' expression.

"Ew," he said, matching the look on his face.

*a few hours later*

Viper's POV:

We decided to go to a diner and get some coffee, and chocolate milk for Harley, before heading off to fight this bitch. I mean, witch. We pulled up and I sighed, getting out and walking to Black Betty to see Harley and Sam, who had gotten there probably 30 to 40 minutes before us. I thought it was odd how neither of them had gotten out, seeing Dean and I pull up. But I ignored it and walked to the car. As I got closer something seemed off. I stared a little harder, noticing the window was no longer clear but now foggy.

"Oh hell no." I mumbled under my breath, picking up the speed as I walked towards my precious Betty. I swung the door open to see Harley and Sam making out in the front seat. Sam noticed me first, pulling away. Then Harley looked back, her face fell to pure shock.

"Out. Now." I commanded, pointing my thumb behind me.

"Vi, look-"

"Nope. Out Harley."

Sam quickly exited, his face a bright pink, as well as Harley's. She got out and they both ended up in front of me.

"Really?" I asked, gesturing to Betty. "In MY car?!" I yelled, sounding as grossed out as possible. "Come on!" I yelled. I grabbed Harley by the back of her collar, then Sam by his, having to stretch to reach. I pulled them with me towards Dean.

"Uh-oh. What happ-" Dean went to say before I cut him off.

"Found these two kiddos in a heated make out session. In MY car." I stated, letting them go.

"Sammy," Dean shook his head. "Way to go." He smirked at his little brother.

"I'm disappointed in you two," I said in a motherly tone. Sam put his head down and walked with Dean into the diner. Harley looked at me and I winked at her, signaling that I wasn't mad at all. She smirked lightly.

"How was it?" I questioned as she turned around to walk away.

"Ew, Vi. Don't make this awkward." She scoffed.

"I want details later." I patted her on the back before taking my seat next to Dean in the booth.

"So, what's the plan from here?" Sam asked as Harley sat down next to him.

"Eat." Dean and I replied in unison, looking through the menu.

"It's getting kinda late." Harley yawned, looking at her watched. I looked away from my menu for a second to look at mine.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I stated. "It's about 10:00." I told the guys.

"Well we're gonna need as much rest and energy as possible," Dean said. "We'll just find a cheap motel and stay there and head out first thing in the morning." He finished.

"Sounds good to me," Harley said, yawning again. Just then a waitress walked up.

"Hiya boys, what can I getcha?" She chirped, ignoring the fact Harley and I were even there.

"Little late to be that cheery don'tcha think?" I stated, flashing her a fake smile. She giggled annoyingly and bounced in her spot. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly.

"Cheeseburger and beer. Thanks." I stated coldly. Dean looked over at me, furrowing his brows a bit.

"Yeah, same here." Dean said. The waitress smiled and turned to Sam.

"Nothing, thanks." He said, looking away from her.

"I just want a chocolate milk." Harley told the waitress, flashing a fake smile. The waitress pranced away with a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes and slumped in my seat.

"What's up?" Dean leaned over to ask me.

"Nothin," I lied with a fake cheeriness.

"Yes huh, what is it?"

"Every single waitress at every single diner hits on you two, it gets annoying after a while."

"Are you jealous?" He smirked.

"Of her? In your dreams, Pretty Boy." I rolled my eyes. That was about the time that the waitress came in with my food.

"Here's yours," she smiled at Dean and sat his down. "Yours too." She lost her smile and slapped the plate down.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked, crossing my arms as looking at her.

"Excuse me?" She laughed nervously and looked at me.

"Nothing. Forget it." I rolled my eyes. I saw her smirk and walk away.

"What was that about?" Harley questioned across the table.

"Nothin, nothin. Just getting sleepy I guess." I sipped my beer. Pushing my cheeseburger over to Dean. About 15 minutes in I noticed the waitress staring at me and Dean. I rolled my eyes and continued talking to Harley about our dad and if we had heard anything from him, both answering "no" as usual.

After we were done with our food the waitress made her way over to our table and gave us the bill. I looked over to see her name and number written on the receipt. I rolled my eyes, once again. 'Tabbi,' I thought to myself. 'really?'

"Excuse me for a second." I told Dean, getting up to exit the booth. He stood up and let me out and I made my way to the table that 'Tabbi' was waiting. I cleared my throat to get her attention and she turned around.

"Is there a problem?" She questioned with a fake sweetness.

"Actually, yes there is." I stated coldly. "I don't appreciate you giving my man your number. Seeing as we were clearly here together."

"Oh you were?" She questioned in a bitchy tone. "I couldn't tell. He didn't seem very interested in..this." She said, pointing up and down my body.

"You're a real bitch, ya know that?"

"Excuse me?" She gasped, putting her hand over her chest in a dramatic way. "It's not my fault he's too good for you. Maybe he's ready for a new woman, someone with experience." She smirked.

"So a slut? Like yourself?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"We'll see who he ends up with at the end of the night." She smirked, looking at Dean. "Oh and I heard your little story about your father earlier, no wonder he ditched you."

Without saying anything else I punched her across her right cheek. She went to fall back when I caught her by her collar. The whole diner had silenced and was now watching me. "You don't know shit about my father." I spat, before shoving her backwards into the bar, causing her to spill chili all over herself. "Keep the tip, bitch." I stated coldly, throwing a 10 dollar bill at her and leaving without saying anything to Dean, Sam, or even Harley.