Fighting Chance

Chance encounter

Hello there beautiful readers. This is just a quick little note to thank you for reading. This is my first fanfiction so I hope that it is okay. *Just to be clear, I do not own anything but my own characters and the plotline.*

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*Dean's POV*

"Yeah Sammy. I'll be back in a little bit. Just call Bobby and ask him if there's anything else we should check out in the area.......No. Of course I'm not at a bar. I'm uh, at the.....at the library. Shut up. Okay. See you later."

I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. We were checking out a few murders in the area, but it just wasn't our kind of thing. Sam stayed at the motel while I drove around. I saw this bar and well, that's all she wrote. I parked baby and made my way inside. There wasn't very many people here since it was only around noon. It's five o'clock somewhere right? I needed some hunter helper.

I found an empty stool at the bar and sat down. The woman sitting next to me was gorgeous. She had long curly red hair, (double points) with a flower tucked behind her ear. She was wearing some ripped skinny jeans, a black tank top under an unbuttoned blue flannel shirt, and some black boots that were a slightly more feminine version of the ones I was wearing. She had the most interesting eyes. They were a shade of green that could almost pass as gray.

I noticed that she kept looking over at me which is is nothing new to me. Picking up chicks at bars was my superpower. This girl though, she looked like I did after one tough ass day of hunting. She defiantly looked like she could handle herself. I wouldn't want to piss her off.

"Tough day huh?" I asked her. She just looked at me and stared for a few seconds.

"You don't know the half of it....work is a bitch." She finished off her drink and waved the bartender over. "Can I get 2 shots please?" Then she looked at me and motioned to the new shots in front of her. I mirrored her movements and picked one up. She pressed the glass to her lips and tossed it's contents into her mouth. She swallowed and slammed the glass onto the bar. "Some more over here."

I was thoroughly impressed. This girl had an empty beer bottle, an empty glass of what I assumed was full of whiskey, and 3 empty shot glasses already in front of her. Normally a girl with that much alcohol in her system would be on the floor or puking their guts up. I tossed back my shot rather quickly and set the glass down. 6 new shots were lined up between us. This girl can really hold her liquor.

"So, what line of work are you in?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled. "You don't look like someone who sits in an office all day. You seem like you would enjoy getting down and dirty. Am I right?" She looked at me with a playful glint in those beautiful eyes.

"I enjoy getting a little dirt under my nails. I mostly do jobs that no-one else would dare touch with a 30 foot pole. They are shitty and require me to move a lot. They get pretty tough sometimes too." She gestures to the shots. "Help yourself, you look like you could use them too."

"Thanks," I lifted one to my lips and downed the liquid. It had a nice burn to it. "That.....is the story of my life. My job is like that almost to a tee. I understand what living on the road is like. I've done it ever since I was little. My dad, he moved us around a lot." I looked at her again, I mean really looked. She looked so damn familiar. I guess she was thinking the same thing because she asked me, "Im sorry, but do I know you? You look familiar."

"I'm not sure, but if you want to get to know me....." Just then my phone began to ring in my pocket. "Hang on a sec." I fished it out and answered it. "Sam? Really? It's been like 45 minutes! Seriously, can it wait till later? Walk to the diner and get some yourself then! Okay good. I'll see you later then." I hung up and set my phone on the bar. Ugh, I so needed a week off to just sleep, eat, and be monster free. Sometimes I really hated doing what we do.