All I've ever wanted to be was Human

Introduction

The clouds rolled over the maroon painted sky slowly as the sun floated towards the horizon. Strokes of azure and magenta cut through the shimmering golden, dancing and twirling and twining together like an intricate design around the slate dotted clouds. It was mid-July on a Thursday evening in the small town of Perryton, Texas. The sleepy little town was eerily quiet with the exception of a yipping and yelping dog in the distance.

The rumble of an engine interrupted the calm evening and the wheels of an old, blue Ford F-100 rolled into a parking space outside of a slightly run-down diner beside a black '67 Chevy Impala.

A moment later, the flimsy door of the diner was pushed open and the diner's inhabitants turned to observe the newcomer. A girl, about the age of 16, sauntered in with a squeak of her dark brown combat boots on the worn tile floor. She slowly glided towards a booth at the back of the little diner that was caddy-corner from the bar on-looking the kitchen along with a good view of the exit at the front of the building. The girl was slim with freckles tan skin slightly covered in a thin layer of dust. She had shimmering charcoal hair that looked to have a tint of chocolate brown towards the roots. The eyes of this girl were stunningly green, like the greenest leaves of the forest or the purest emerald.

She slid into a worn, blue booth and twined her hands together on top of the table with little interest of anything or anyone else in the room.

She was quiet, almost too quiet as she sat there with little to no movement aside from breathing in and out slowly, almost like she was sleeping with her eyes open. Her green eyes then shifted to stare over at the edge of the bar, two stools that were carefully placed to face the exit. Two men sat there bickering with one another.

"So, what are we dealing with here? All of sudden a whole group of angels are killed and there's absolutely no clues on what this thing that's doing it is. It can't be a demon, it wouldn't stand a chance" came the voice of a tall man with long brown hair to his shoulders.

He was sitting beside a slightly shorter man with his arm resting on the bar and one lying over some papers that the girl couldn't read from where she sat. Both men looked to be wearing several layers of clothes, a jacket over a flannel long sleeve shirt.

A shrug of the shorter man's shoulders wrinkled his ash brown jacket. "I don't know, Sammy, might just be another angel with a grudge from hell" he breathed out over his fork full of apple pie.

"But Cas already searched the area and as far as we know there's not an angel for a fifty mile radius" argued the taller male, turning his shoulders to face the shorter male with a troubled expression.

A voice interrupted the girl's eavesdropping.

"Hello, sweetheart?" chimed a woman's voice from beside the girl's booth. Her jade eyes quickly looked up and blinked several times up at the woman who had seemingly appeared beside her. The waitress was a plump middle-aged woman most likely in her later forties with hair that looked like she used too much hairspray that morning.

"I asked if you were ready to order" she said in a bouncy voice that reminded the girl of a hyperactive pomeranian. The girl snapped out of her dazed like state and started to fumble with her menu, eyes scanning the laminated pages as quickly as they could.

"Uh, the um trip-triple breakfast... please" she stammered, her tan skin feeling like fire ants were crawling all over it with urgency. The waitress nodded with a cheery smile before bouncing away towards the kitchen.

Wispy emerald eyes shifted back to peer at the two men at the bar, taking in their appearances and committing them to memory.

"Whatever, maybe there's some warding preventing Cas from finding the son of a bitch" the sandy haired male huffed with an exaggerated shrug before taking a long gulp of his soda.

The taller male sighed softly and slouched alittle over the bar, crunching and munching on his salad in silence.

A surprise plate of food made the girl jump and reach into her pocket for something. The waitress from before let out a giggle, patting the startled teenager on the shoulder. "Didn't mean to make you jump, darlin'!" she laughed softly as she placed the warm plate of food on the table along with a large cup of hot choco. Emerald eyes stared up at the waitress with confusion and surprise, glancing down at the hot mug and them back up at the waitress. The woman chuckled softly at her reaction with a warm smile,

"On the house, sweetheart" she purred with a smile that made her cheeks almost overlap her beady brown eyes. The girl blinked several times once again with disbelief, her middle and pointer finger tracing the rim of the steamy white mug with anticipation.

"Thank you..." she murmured with gratitude but in a small, uncertain voice.

The waitress nodded with a warm grin, "You are so very welcome, darlin'" she hummed before padding away. The girl watched as she stopped and took the two men's plates with unblinking eyes. And the, just for a moment, only a moment, the girl's emerald eyes met briefly with the shorter man's. They were identical, at least in color... The contact was extinguished as quick as it started when the girl quickly turned her head away. However, the man's gaze lingered, his eyes narrowing only in the slightest.

"Dean" came the taller male's voice, slight concern in it as he spoke. The shorter male's stare lingered before he turned and started to murmur to the taller male with quickly and almost nonexistent gestures in the girl's direction.

The girl shivered slightly in her seat, quickly picking up the fork that was so neatly placed on a rectangular napkin beside her plate before cutting into her eggs.

By the time she had finished her meal, the sun had rolled over the horizon and the sky was now an inky black with tiny flecks of broken glass winking down at the Earth with a lazy breeze. The air had turned cold as the girl pushed open the old door after paying and trudged out to her now cold sapphire Fold truck.

Gravel popped underneath tired as the blue truck sped down the dirt road towards the edge of town.

The door of the diner slowly opened a few minutes after the girl left. Sam and Dean stepped out into the overhanging light, turning to watch a cloud of dust fall towards the ground along the road where the truck had disappeared. They silently trekked towards the black '67 Chevy Impala and hastily got in, turning onto the road and following the blue Ford F-100's tire tracks in the dirt.