❛𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄❜

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝟬𝟬: ❝𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 '𝙆𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙍' 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗. 𝗜 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚❞

❪𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺❫

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 individuals had somewhat died down during the last final hours of work that a certain blonde young woman, hair styled into a high-bun updo - that goes by the name; Savanna Prescott - could of thanked the lord himself for. Though, she was just a waitress at a diner, she'll take as much peace and quite as she could possibly get.

Savanna had been working at 'Maria's Sizzle Street Diner' for nearly five years now (getting the job just a few days before her twenty-first birthday) on the outskirts of San Francisco; California. Maria - the proprietor of the diner, had been a long time older friend of her mother's, even babysitting her younger self - and her baby sister at the time - when her parents were out, 'working.'

It had now become a systematic ambience - a bearable one at that - as the once scorching sun had reduced to a fading tangerine sunset, that peaked through the cream-coloured blinds and somehow managed to get Dolly Parton's soprano voice singing '9 to 5' on the old 1950's jukebox that was a gift from her father to her mother, who than gifted it to her on her 21st birthday (seeing as she always loved the idea of owning a jukebox, playing the great hits from over the decades, though unfortunately none of her most favourite hits weren't featured on it).

The diner was just a couple of minutes from it's closing time, a lot of the customers had already left, just a couple of people taking there leave and thanking the two women for their hospitality, a lovely elderly couple even gave them a tip for their kind service.

"Doll, you better put that cloth down from that table over there, and get your behind 'outta here." Maria chastised the blonde young woman in a firm - yet gentle - tone, knowing that she always would go far and beyond her day-to-day routine in the diner, working her ass off.

Savanna sighed, and attempted to persuade the sweet woman, "But, Maria--"

"No 'buts', other than your own 'butt' 'outta this joint, my sweet." Maria rose an eyebrow at Savannna, though humour shone bright in her brown eyes despite her scolding look.

". . .fine, you win. . . For now, at least." The huntress by night relented in defeat, knowing how brutal Maria was once she sets her mind to something, she dedicates to it. "Don't worry about closing up, Mari. I'll worry about that, you worry about getting a cab back home, take those heels and put your sore feet up. You deserve to after the crap we both endure, day in and day out. It won't even take me that long to close everything up."

Maria reluctantly caved in, though the young huntress was right, she wanted to get out of her work uniform and hit the hay. "oh, alright then. . . But, you 'betta - blondie curls - to send a quick text to let me know that you've closed up; that you've made it safe, at home. You hear?"

Savanna simply hummed back, "Yes, of course I'll let you know that everything is 'a-ok' here, and that I've made it home, safe and sound, Mari."

Maria nodded back in response, right after a flash of beaming headlights reflected off onto the opened blinds, alerting her that the cab was awaiting outside. Validating that she collected her black leather shoulder 'Prada' handbag, coat and hung up her apron on the metal hook secured to the wall, before sighing. "Right, well. . . It seems that my trusty 'carriage' awaits me. So, I should 'get my life sorted out' and head on home, sweets."

Savanna chuckled back, amused by the woman that is 'Maria Golding' and her unique sense of humour in any given situation. That's why the blonde young woman cherished Maria and their inseperable bond so much, especially given that she hasn't been in contact with her family (other than the occasional call or text here and there from her younger sister, who is now a 'future law enforcement' student at Yale University), in six years.

The pair bid each other farewell, the older woman of the duo brought the latter into a warm embrace, before walking out through the opened front door; bells chiming - that hung up above it - on her way out.

"I better get my ass in gear then, and close this place up, before I actually drive back home." Savanna huffed, taking the light blue scrunchie out from her high-bun, raking her hands through her blonde tresses that flow down in beach waves.

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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 man - seemingly to be in his late twenties - drove down the obscurely road, the glaring headlights and tail lights from his trusty baby, reflected across the frontal and back view.

The man in question, hummed and sang along to 'Thunderstruck' by AC/DC, which emitted from the stereo and is a feature from his many personalised - with the addition of taped-up labbels on the edges, the titles being written in black marker - casette tapes.

He'd been on the road for about five and a half hours at this point, taking his new destination to California aiming to surprise and mainly retrieve his younger brother - having not seen 'the kid' since the huge argument with their dad, yearning to have a 'normal' life for himself so he could pursue a qualification in the college world, that had been over two years ago - hoping he too would share the same compassion as himself for their father's sudden disappearance.

Being that it was Halloween, the man had hoped he'd 'get lucky' with a hookup for the night (mainly a woman who's attractive as hell, and wants the same thing he does, a one-night-stand) tonight, he was a sucker for women dressed up in the skimpy clad (almost could be considered lingerie, at this point) costumes. His personal favourites on his ideal hookups have to be either 'sexy waitress' or 'sexy nurse' (sexy police officer could be ranked as third, if he was feeling more scandalous.)

As he took a right turn up the road ahead, his car started to gradually slow itself down. He needed to get more gas, and fast.

It wasn't until flashes of lumimous red lighting flickered towards the clearing, provoking the man behind the wheel to flitter his apple-green irises upwards to a gas station. The 'flashes of red lighting', had been effused by a neon sign that read 'Stronghold Fuels.'

Parking the car in a nearby bay next to the gas pump, the green-eyed man made sure that he turned the car engine off, before stepping out of his most prized possession. He walked towards the fuel pump, opened up the lid that covered the fuel tank, and held the nozzle into place of the cavity.

Once he'd attained the gas in the fuel tank, he stepped inside the small store to pay for the fuel and grab a quick snack (he opted for a bottle of soda and a chocolate bar), so he wouldn't be driving on an empty stomach, until he reaches Sam's apartment.

Walking out of the small store, the man unlocked his car, outstretched his left arm over the shotgun seat for his (originally, it had been owned and worn by his father, who told him to keep it) black leather jacket, taking the deep navy coloured jacket off so that he was now wearing his most iconic get-up.

"Right, let's hit the road to get Sammy. But, I have to stop by either a store, cafe, or even a diner. Somewhere that sells goddamn pie. Huh, baby?" The man hummed, chuckling underneath his breath (knowing the car wouldn't speak back, other than the deep purr emanated through the automobile's engine, once he started up the car.

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 the red cushioned-stools upside down onto the curved tabletop (that had been constructed from a slab of noir granite) 'bar' at the frontal view of the diner, now jamming along to Queen's 'Another One Bites the Dust', which had to be one of her favourite songs from her favourite band.

All that needed to be done was taking the cash out from the cash register into the safe kept in the office for 'staff only' (so that if there happened to be a break-in, the money wouldn't get stolen as easily) as well as any other necessary implements that had to be done before closing up.

The Prescott woman sighed, before walking into the back kitchen, both hands carrying a plastic washing up bowl full to the brim with dishware. What Savanna didn't witness was the swarming number of demons, breaking into the front door. Though, the deafening sounds of shattered glass had been the source as to her now 'on guard' demeanor, quickly fishing through her purse to pull out a flask that contained holy water and grabbed the bottle of salt to trap the demons in.

"Alright! You son's of bitches! You wanna get a piece of me! Well, come and get me!" Savanna shouted out from the back kitchen, before one demon - which then turned into about ten demons - to start breaking through the door.

Once she managed to gather about five demons, the huntress sprinkled a 'circle of salt' surrounding them, and took ahold of her book in which contained many incantations for exorcisms written in Latin, damning the souls of the demons back to hell.

Savanna took a deep breath, before she started the chant over and over again,"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te."
The words equivalate to: "We exorcise you, every impure spirit, every satanic power, every incursion of the infernal adversary, every legion every congregation and diabolical sect. Thus cursed demon and every diabolical legion we adjure you."

One after another - like a game of dominoes simultaneously collapsing over - the black smoke inhabiting inside the vessels the demons possesed flew up the small chimney, most likely taking their place back where they belong. The fiery pits of hell.

"Five down, five more to go." Savanna uttered, not even working up a sweat. She was used to this line of work, no matter how versatile the entities she's encountered over the years. Demons were by far the one of the 'easier' creatures to destroy (with numerous of methods to choose from, like: holy water, salt, exorcisms, Devil Traps, the legendary gun: "The Colt", demon killing knives and weapons laced with demon blood.)

Just as the wavy haired blonde neared the corner of the kitchen, she could faintly see a figure approach into the diner and became on high alert, much more so than before. Hoping that the figure wasn't another demon out to kill her.

As the figure gained closer towards Savanna's line of vision, she could make out that it was most definitely a male in his mid-to-late twenties (much like herself).

A look of recognition became apparent on the male's face once he locked eyes with a pair of warm-brown one's. He knew who she was, given the fact that she got her eyes from her father and their was no mistaking her away from somebody else. He had found Stanley and Vivienne Prescott's eldest daughter.

"Watch out, dumbass!" Savanna yelled out frantically, catching sight of two demons gaining very close towards the hunter. However, the Prescott girl threw her knife (its soul purpose is to kill demons) towards one of the demons then yanked in back out, only for her to stab the second demon in the chest; slaying both of the demons that were gaining on the unknown man.

The remaining three demons were now almost caging the two hunters in the enclosed space of the back kitchen. The duo ran round the counter-top table, attempting to give them both some time to give them the momentum that they required to end the three demons, once and for all.

What the demons weren't aware of was, the hand-drawn chalk devil's trap, hidden underneath a splayed out pile of dishcloths. Resulting the three entities to be trapped within an 'invisible barrier.'

"Suck on that, you son's of bitches!" The mystery male exclaimed in exhilaration.

"All of that 'knight in shining armour' crap really wasn't needed. I literally did all of the heavy lifting." Savanna spoke up condescendingly towards the man - clad in his leather jacket - before she rehearsed the words in Latin again, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te."

The three remaining demons - one by one - began to release the same black smoke (like the seven demons prior) from their mouths, screaming as the smoke clouded the room and rapidly disappeared up through the small chimney.

Releasing a plenteous filled sigh, the male gazed at the blonde in mixtures of both veneration and consternation, knowing that if he was ever to underestimate how skillful the huntress truly was. "If anything, sweetheart, I'm more like a, uh. . . 'hunter in shining leather.' Now, how's that for being original, huh?"

The look Savanna now wore was difficult to pin-point, once the man's cocky response and borderline attractive smirk (that definitely works for him when 'talking with the ladies') worked its course, though couldn't be easily fooled for his 'good looks.' That man wasn't just a pretty face; but a hunter at that.

"Now, who's playing the cliché role in this narrative? I already gathered that you were a hunter, given the way that you carry yourself. I know a hunter when I see one." Savanna dismissed the male's flirtatiousness, before turning towards the metal hook upon the wall where her vintage wine-red 'Dior' purse hung alongside her slightly oversized black leather jacket.

"'How I carry myself?' And how's that then, blondie?" The green-eyed male questioned, eyebrow cocked up in a challenging manner.

Savanna slung her duffle bag (that had been placed upon a wooden stool placed in the corner of the room) over her shoulder, before taking a breath to answer the annoyingly attractive hunter, "Y'know, the whole 'tough exterior with room to be as vague at giving information as possible', the 'alluring yet mysterious man in a leather jacket' vibe. It all screams 'hunter' to me, and I can guess which family of hunters you are from. Winchester."

Her last sentence was like a trigger word towards the slightly spiky haired hunter, being that his irises widened at her correct assumption, that he was in fact a Winchester, "It's Dean. Dean Winchester. And you just got yourself a hot night of sex with me, the waitress uniform is doing it for me, sweetheart."

The Prescott woman scoffed at his audacity, so far he's had the same mindset at the time of knowing her; cocky, flirtatious, attractive and a downright dumbass. "It would, wouldn't it? Sorry not sorry for getting your 'hot night of sex' dreams up. I'm just gonna get changed in the bathroom stalls," Savanna declared, right before he had any chance to utter a single word, the blonde continued, "And, that's not an invitation for you to have a free strip-tease of my body, Winchester. Otherwise, I won't treat you to a snack - free of charge - if you don't stick to my boundaries. We clear?"

Dean swollowed the lump that formed in his throat, before blinking up at the woman and gave her a scoff before answering with, "Crystal, sweetheart."

"Great. Glad that we could both agree on that." Savanna mumbled back dryly, manoeuvring herself around the male hunter, taking her leave into the bathroom stall so that she could get out of her work attire.

❪𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁❫

Finishing off her look with a pair of silver-hoop earrings, the blonde hunter switched the lights off before walking over towards the awaiting green-eyed male.

"The AC/DC shirt is awesome, by the way. So. . . You gonna give me a slice of your finest apple pie that you said was on the house, sweetheart?" The eldest Winchester brother questioned, that everlasting - and very attractive - smirk pulled upwards on his rose-tinted lips.

"Thank you. Could you believe that I thrifted it?" The Prescott woman then feigned a loud sigh, "I suppose. . . although, you didn't do a lot of action earlier, maybe you need to make it up to me."

Dean looked absolutely wounded once hearing those last few words, before his cocky persona was switched back in place. "Well, I can show you a whole 'lotta action, darling, by making it up to you. I'm down if you are?"

"One slice of apple pie coming right up." Savanna dodged around his usual flirtatiousness - making a bee-line towards the small glass slide-door - showcasing all kinds of sweet treats, picked up the apple pie that sat upon the big round plate, cutting off a section using a sharp medium-sized kitchen knife.

The dirty-blonde hunter immediately licked his lips, hungry to get a taste of the apple pie sweetness the latter of the two placed onto a navy-blue ceramic plate, a silver fork supported underneath a square-shaped napkin.

"Bon Appétit." Savanna retorted, though her words had become deafened by the stentorian sounds derived from the Winchester's mouth, wolfing down forkfuls of the pie.

"Hmmh?" Dean hummed, cheeks full with food (almost identical to a chipmunk) now looking up from his plate to the woman's unimpressed look, who stood a few metres away from him.

"Forget it, chipmunk." Savanna dismissed, though was greatly amused at the look of of pure confusion on his face to which he just turned into a glare, now registering why the Prescott woman gave him the fitting nickname. "So, why were you driving at this time of night round this area? There's not a lot to do in this town, so it couldn't of been for a hunt. No, you're here for something else."

After swallowing down several mouthfuls of pie, Dean had turned serious, a side of him that Savanna has yet to witness. "My dad hasn't been home for days. I took a case down in New Orleans and by the time I was done, I hadn't received any calls or messages from my dad. He's definitely gone missing. I need your help, being that my dad had been close with your folks. So, what do you say, warrior princess? You in?"

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝟭,𝟬𝟬𝟬 - 𝟭,𝟬𝟯𝟬 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆😭 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘆'𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄? 𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝟯,𝟭𝟰𝟬 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 (𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻) 𝗜'𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝙨𝙤 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗯𝗵 (𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱/𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱) 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵!

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