SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ SHE'S DIFFERENT ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Everybody Loves A Clown )
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AT FIRST, THERE WERE FOOTSTEPS in the back room and then, Bek Anderson pushes open the double doors with her back while holding a tray of beer bottles. Her eyes scanned the bar and a sigh left her lips. For the second day in a row, The Roadhouse was quite busy.
Bek pushed passed tables and a few hunters, getting snarky looks in the process but she learned to ignore it. She walked right up to the pool table where four men stood, holding sticks in their hands. "Boys," she greets and smiles sweetly at them, handing them each a beer.
"Thanks, Bek." One of the hunters say, raising his beer up high and then taking a drink out of it. She nods and walks away from them, hiding the tray under her arm. She walked up to the bar and knocked on the top. Jo Harvelle popped up with a devilish smirk and slid her a beer.
"Sucks being on table duty, huh?" Jo asks. Bek rolls her eyes and slides onto a stool, pressing her back on the edge of the bar and taking a drink of the beer. As Bek sits there, she looks around and a smile forms on her face. Eight years ago, she woke up on the side of the road with no recollection of any memories and that's when she met Bobby Singer. A man who was like a father to her. She had no idea who she used to be but sadly, the hunters around her did but decided it would be best if she didn't know.
"Hey, Bek!" A group of hunters waved the brunette over to the pool table and she smiled softly, getting off the stool and drinking the rest of the beer before pushing off and jogging up to the pool table where Ash would soon fall asleep. Bek and Jo laugh and stare at the sleeping figure. The Roadhouse had closed only a half an hour ago which she was thankful for.
"Girls," Ellen snapped their fingers at them, but they continued to laugh. Ellen rolls her eyes and walks into the back room. Bek and Jo returned to cleaning, when they heard a car pull up.
A MINI VAN PULLS UP TO the bar. The Winchester brothers step out, sharing a look. "This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom." Dean says.
Sam says, "Well, it's the only one Bobby had running," and he walked around the Roadhouse, checking the side for a door since it was closed.
Dean walks up to the doors. "Did you bring the, uh —"
"Of course." Sam walks back around the corner and tosses him a device. Dean uses it to open the door. "Hello? Anybody here?" Dean leads Sam toward a pool table where a body lays. "Hey, buddy? I'm guessing that isn't Ellen." Sam says. He walks away from Dean and to the back room. Dean leaves the pool table and passes the bar table, where two women hid behind.
