Roadhouse cerita

When comes to being a freelance gunslinger, Dalton is not very good. In fact he's not too great at much. Save being lucky. And he's going to need that luck when he takes a job tracking down a wealthy man's runaway son through the deserts of the Western Reach.

If Dean had known how nice Heaven could be, he would have killed himself years ago! Dean had always assumed he would only find peace in death. As it turns out, even that's not enough. It's nice to see everyone again, of course, but through all the celebrations and all the reunions, he can't help but think that something's missing... Cover by the wonderful @cant-we-be-seventeen

road house fan fic if you like movie that have Patrick Swayze this movie is for you but since this is fanfic it will follow the movie but not all of it oc x character sumiko x Dalton

"Is this some game to you, Is this what you want" The words echo inside my head over and over. I don't know what is happening anymore. My emotions manage to take over, and yet I still don't understand them. *set in season 2*

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 "S𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!" "H𝖾𝗒! T𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. G𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇." I𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 A𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 M𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇. As someone who has lived her life on the road, Adeline finds herself working at a roadhouse, parents missing, and a life spent hunting. When two brothers walk into the bar, Adeline finds herself wishing for more than the life she was dealt. [𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾] 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 [𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 - ?] 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗂 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌.

A compilation of gratuity six years in the making. On my Secret Tumblr Page (Awfulguy99), I will be posting a short story every day for the entire month of April. Once the month is up, all stories will be reposted here. See the planner on the first page. Thank you for six years of support. I don't own any of the characters. All rights go to their creators. I do not consent to anyone else republishing or reusing my work.

Castiel, a cocky bar entertainer, has a voice. A voice that everyone dies to hear, and pays hundreds just so they can hear a bit more. When the older Winchester walks into The Roadhouse, he never thought the first words he would hear is "It started with a whisper, and that is when I kissed him." And at those last two words above, Castiel decided to stare right into those fan fiction green eyes. Right way to start the relationship of the century.

Lillian Barnes' life fell apart the night her father died. Little did she know that the boy who stayed at Bobby's house would be the one to put her back together. Ever since that night, she and Dean Winchester have been inseparable. Sammy has become like a brother to her and Bobby Singer has become a second father. After the death of his John Winchester, though, things begin to change for the little family as they are thrown full-force into the world of demons, angels, and the apocalypse. With all the chaos around her, Lillian has to decide how to forge her path. Will she choose the Winchesters? Or she fall away?

Carter works at Texas Roadhouse and is the manager, being a senior in high school, and having two younger brothers, she must juggle things around a bit. Carter has never been kissed or even been asked out on a date, by a guy that is, until the cocky quarterback of the football team sets foot at her work that is.

Katlyn Winchester. She's the result of Dean's most permeant fling. After her mother abandoned her on Dean's hotel doorstep at only 2 months, it was decided that the boys and John couldn't take care of her and they didn't want her in the hunting life. John wanted her to go up for adoption, but Dean couldn't let her be in danger with a family that knew nothing about her hunting haritiage. So she went to Ellen. It's been years since the two spent more than a few hours together. How will everybody react.

Do your thoughts affect other people? What if those people end up dead? The unthinkable is happening. People are dying inexplicably. Just one man appears responsible. He is either a deranged monster, or a tortured soul; consumed by revenge, and unknowingly manipulated by an adolescent infatuation. A reluctant cop sets out to find the truth; he risks it all and loses everything. And what’s the deal with the fluffy rabbit? A spine-tingling, emotional rollercoaster with a sumptuous dusting of romantic intrigue.

Hi guys. This is a non interactive fanfic that I have decided to create in my spare time so updates will not be regular.

Join Tris Prior as she goes through the journey of being the bartender at Divergent Roadhouse. Along the way, she meets Four. He's mysterious, handsome, protective, and a gentleman. Drama develops as feelings get stronger. Read to find out what else Tris discovers. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

You go by the alias Tokyo. You've been hunting demons and such at a young age. You meet Sam and Dean at the RoadHouse. Chemistry still remains between you and Sam after all these years. But your hunt isn't over. And you can't afford to lose anyone again

By the spring of 2006, the roads leading to The Hunter's Inn aren't just routes anymore-they're stress fractures in the world. The crash that ends their last hunt leaves Dean fighting for his life, with Sam and Sarah clinging to the wreckage of what's left. The echo of that night follows them through every step of Dean's recovery, and the signs they uncover point to something the battle at Sunrise didn't kill so much as awaken. Whatever rose there is older, hungrier, and watching. At home, the Inn's wards strain under the pressure of approaching storms. Val and Tav Whitlock hold the line as the orchard turns uneasy, its magic picking up every ripple of danger. Hunters arrive with stories of missing people, scorched symbols, and nightmares bleeding into daylight. The world is shifting, and the Inn can feel it before anyone else can name it. Season 2 traces the slow climb back from ruin-the healing of bodies, bonds, and the fragile trust between the Winchesters and the Whitlocks. But recovery doesn't soften what hunts them; it sharpens it. The deeper their connection grows, the louder the dark listens. The Hunter's Inn becomes both sanctuary and signal once again-its light reaching farther than intended, drawing allies, threats, and things that no longer bother to hide in the shadows. This is the season where survival costs more, where secrets tighten their grip, and where the first true shape of the coming war finally steps into view. Most of the characters are not my own. They belong to the TV Show Supernatural.