Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 2: Just a Couple Writers

            There was a knock at my door. I stood from my table just as I had finished making my dinner. I groaned and walked to my door. I had settled in with jeans and a heavy loose sweatshirt. I was ready to just relax and enjoy the alone. I hoped it wasn’t the cops wanting to ask me more questions. I couldn’t take that right now.

            I unlocked the door and opened it. The two men from the diner smiled at me politely. I stood there and didn’t know what to say to them. Why were they even here?

            The tall one read my mind. “Sorry to bother you, but we had to come apologize. My friend came of a bit harsh and we were just being curious tourists. If he offended you-“

            “Thank you for coming here but I am still not talking to you.” I tried not to sound harsh but I was just defensive about this subject.

            The shorter one looked me in the eyes carefully. “Look, we may be more than just a couple of tourists. We pass through towns and write pieces on murders and disapearances from around the country. If the people we talk to allow us, we will put it in an upcoming book of ours.”

            I eyed them. They didn’t look like writers. “What are your names?”

            “I am Dean Rockwell and this is my partner Sam Norrington.” The shorter one motioned to themselves.

            I sighed. I didn’t believe them, but if it would get them to leave me alone I guess I would just tell them what I told the cops. “Are you two hungry? I made some pizza.” I opened the door to let them in. I don’t know what but when they both looked at me that minute I felt like I could trust them. It was odd and a little insettling but I knew they were good people.

            Dean nodded with a smile and walked right in. Sam gave me a kind smile and walked politely in behind his friend. I closed the door and almost locked it out of habit. I let my hand fall to my side and led them into my kitchen. I motioned to the table as I reached up to get two more plates.

            “So why here, why Champion? There has to be more interesting stories out there.” I asked as I handed them plates. “Any drinks?”

            “Got any beer?” Dean asked looking over the pizza.

            “Dean-“ Sam blushed.

            I grinned. “I have some Corona.”

            Dean looked up at me surprised. “I’ll take one of them.”

            I nodded and looked at Sam. He nodded too. But he gave Dean a warning glare. I turned and opened my fridge to grab the three beers.

            “We just sort of travel from state to state and pick up the stories that strike us. They are always better with a survivor to question. Makes for a better telling of it all and gets the people more intrigued.” Sam answered my question. “Champion was just random.”

            I set the bottles on the table and used my bottle opened to open mine. I passed it to Dean, then sat down. I took a piece of pizza from the pan in the middle of the table. “Help yourselves.” I sat back and watched them.

            Dean opened his bottle and tossed the opener at Sam. He caught it and opened his. They both took a piece at the same time. Dean took a bite right away but Sam set his on the plate. I watched them and wondered how much time they spent with each other. They had to have similar habits by now.