The Angel Watching Over Me (ON HOLD)

Perfect Hair

The walls were a variety of brown shades, and long bright yellow lights hung from the celling. Shining on all the men and women's glum faces. Most of them were here alone, drinking to loneliness. Others seem to be having the time of their lives singing and dancing while a song by Fleetwood Mac played on an old grey jukebox.

"Crowley?" I asked

"Yes Dear?"

"Are we in a bar?"

"Yes, but we're leaving in a bit. So don't get comfortable." He responded barely paying attention to me. He was scanning the room, looking for something, or perhaps someone.

"Go sit over there sweetie, I have some business to take care of."

I looked around the bar, no one seemed to notice me, good.

I hopped on to a red stool next to two guys. One of them was short, but big around the belly. He reeked of sweat. The other one next to me was quite the opposite. He was tall and thin. From all the clothes and layers he was wearing, he seemed pretty fit. I looked up to see his face, but gosh, you should have seen his hair! It looked so soft I just wanted to sleep on it. That sounds very weird I know, but you would understand if you'd seen it.

"Sir, Do you use a special kind of shampoo?" I said.

He gave me a weird look and replied, "What?"

Maybe he has a problem hearing.

I tried using as many hand gestures as possible while saying everything very slowly. "Dooo yooou uuuuuse a special kind of shampoo to get your hair so perfect?"

He chuckled as he glanced down at his drink then he put all his focus on to me and asked "Aren't you to young to be at a bar?"

"Well yes, but I'm here with a- uh, my dad." Wow I just hope Crowley wasn't around to hear that or else I wouldn't hear the end of it.

Trying to switch the topic I added, "Well what's a guy like you doing here?"

He scrunched his eyebrows together and responded with "What do you mean a guy like me?"

"Well, every guy in here has a beer belly and eyes filled with anger or sadness. But you, . . . I guess you do have the eyes, but not the belly. " I explained to him.

He shifted a little in his stool. The man opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

I think I might have hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, I- I was ju-"

"No it's ok honestly, I just don't like to talk about it, and even less to strangers." He extended his arm out and added, "My name is Sam."

"My name is uh- " I couldn't just give him my real name, like he said we're total strangers. I looked around the room for help.

Right infront of me was a bottle of something called "Jack Daniels" which I can only imagine was more alcohol.

"Daniella, my name is Daniella." I said as I took his hand and shook it.

"Well nice to meet you "Daniella." he said while adding emphasis to my new name. "Why don't you tell me why you're really here? Did my brother send you?"

Oh, no. I guess I still need to practice on my lying.

"What brother? Nobody sent me okay." I reassured him.

"Sure, whatever you say, but this has Dean's name written all over it."

Wait. Dean?

"Did you say your brother's name is Dean? And that you're Sam right? So that means you're the Winchesters! You guys are Hunters! You're super badass!"