Title: The Roadhouse
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse
Characters: Ellen, Jo, Dean, Sam, Giles, Faith, Oz Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. The Buffyverse is the creation of Joss Whedon.
Rating: G
Word count: 1134
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings
Claim: Dean Winchester Archive: Anywhere, just give credit where credit is due
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Summary: Dean and Sam meet some of the other people that frequent the Roadhouse.
Author’s notes:

After another long but successful hunt, Dean Winchester and his younger brother Sam wandered in to Harvell’s Roadhouse, the saloon that Ellen and her daughter Jo ran. The two young men sat down at the bar, noting that the place was busier than they’d ever seen it.

Ellen, spotting them, came over. “What can I get for you boys tonight?”

“just a beer for me, thanks,” said Dean as he slumped forward wearily.

Ellen scrutinized the pair as she poured Dean a pint. There was no real need to ask him what beer he wanted as he always ordered the same one. “You boys look exhausted,” she commented, sliding the glass forward on a coaster.

“You have no idea,” Sam replied, eyeing Dean’s drink.

“You want one, too, Sam?”

He shook his head. “I’m way too tired.”

“What were you hunting if you don’t mind my asking?”

“There was this old poltergeist haunting a newly built high rise apartment complex. It turns out that this guy murdered his elderly mother-in-law and buried her in the foundation of the building. It wasn’t easy to get rid of her.”

“I’ll bet,” Jo said sympathetically as she joined them. She sat down on the stool next to Dean.

“Shouldn’t you be waiting tables?” Ellen asked her daughter.

“I would, but no one wants anything and that old guy in the corner is really starting to creep my out.”

Dean, Sam, and Ellen turned to the corner in question, following Jo’s glance to a strange old man sitting alone at a table. He had hair that was way too white and he wore a buttoned up brown trench coat, which was odd as it was very warm in the Roadhouse. There was something not quite right about how he looked.

“He keeps looking at me,” Jo continued. “It’s almost like he’s expecting me to do or say something.”

“Like what?” Dean asked.

“How should I know?” Jo snapped. “He’s just…weird.”

“So, Ellen, the place is really hopping tonight,” Sam said, changing the subject. “I’ve never seen the place this busy.”

Ellen nodded. “It happens from time to time.”

“I don’t recognize a lot of these people,” said Dean as he looked around. “I know we aren’t here a lot, but even so. I recognize a few faces, but that’s all.”

Jo looked at her mother. “You might as well fill them in on a few things if only to keep them out of trouble.”

“Trouble?” Sam repeated

“Trouble,” Ellen confirmed. “It’s like this, boys. There are a lot of hunters in town these days. They say that something is going down, something big. Every so often, a group will show up, stick around for a couple days and then move on, but this lot has been here for a month now and isn’t leaving any time soon. They don’t really take kindly to other people poking their noses into their business, so just steer clear. You should also be warned that if any demons or supernatural creatures show up in here, you’re not allowed to kill them.”

“A bar full of hunters and we’re not allowed to kill those things?” Dean asked incredulously.

“Those are the rules, Dean. I don’t much like it, but the things that have shown up here haven’t hurt anyone and are shockingly polite.”

Sam turned to his brother, a thoughtful look on his face. “Well, if those vampires we bumped into before could make themselves change, what’s to say that other things can’t?”

“We should probably mention that you’re really only familiar with the non-corporeal, possessing kinds of demons,” Ellen added. “There are lots of kinds of demons out there. Some are inherently bad, others are more neutral. A few are even outright good, but get called demons as that’s easier to use to describe non-humans.”

Dean shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Fair enough.” Ellen looked around. “Now, if you three will excuse me, I see someone that I need to talk to.” She came out from behind the bar and went over to sit down in the only empty chair at a table already occupied by a middle aged man in a tweed suit. With him was a girl with dark brown hair with a tattoo on her right arm. Her hair was left loose to hang just past her shoulders. Dean forced himself to tear his eyes away from her after he received a hard punch to the shoulder from Jo. He gave her a look and went back to his beer. Sam just laughed and shook his head.

“You wouldn’t happen to know who she is, would you?”

“I don’t remember her name off hand, but she’s really cool and very strong. Mom says that I should stay away from her, that’s she’s dangerous. She’s some kind of hunter, though.”

“A female demon hunter?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“There’s a lot more of them out there than you think,” Jo told him stiffly. “You haven’t seen or heard of them because they don’t socialize much and they tend to be loners. Solo hunters.”

Sam yawned. “As fascinating as this all is, I’m really, really wiped out from that hunt. If you’re done with that beer, I’d like to go back to that motel and get some sleep. A week’s worth should do nicely.”

Dean sighed and set the glass back down on the coaster. It was a little less than half empty. “Yeah, I’m done. I could use some sleep myself. See you alter, Jo.”

The brothers headed back out to the Impala and got in. The motel they were staying at was one that was owned by an old hunter that had been forced into retirement after he lost a leg on a hunt. The only reason they stayed there was that he gave decent rates to other hunters.

Just outside of the motel room that they’d rented, they were jumped by something large, snarling, fuzzy, and long sharp teeth. It was roughly man shaped and sized but with distinctly canine attributes. It knocked Sam to the ground, growling as it tried to bite him. As Dean never went anywhere unarmed, he pulled out his gun and shot the thing in the arm. He’d been aiming for the head, but it was a hard shot that was made harder by how much it was moving. Making it even harder was the fact that he didn’t want to hit Sam.

It yelped and ran of. Dean walked over to Sam and helped him back up to his feet and led him in to the room.

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked, lying down on one of the beds.

“I don’t know, but tomorrow we’re going to go looking for it.”

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