DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters! They belong to Warnerbros. And I'm not trying to steal them. I do own Emily.Chapter One: A Beer and A Hunt
She had just stopped in to have a drink before she started out on the road again. She wasn't expecting to find a bar completely empty except three men, an older woman and a blonde girl about her age.
The door clanged loudly as she pushed it open. Cursing, she swept her eyes over the scene in front of her. The older woman was cleaning cups behind the bar; the blonde was sitting next to one of the men, talking to him; the other two men were sitting on stools by the pool table, looking at a laptop.
"I'm sorry," she said, her words not really shot at anyone in particular. "The lights were on outside and I thought that you were open."
"No, we are," the older woman said. "Our big rush just left."
"Oh," she said, moving to sit at the bar.
"What can I get you?"
"Just a beer, please."
Walking over with a beer bottle, the older woman said, "I'm Ellen. Aren't you a little too pretty to be around by yourself?"
She smiled and shrugged. "Oh, I'm used to being by myself."
Ellen raised her eyebrows. "Jo," she said to the blonde girl, "Go into the back and see how many new cases of beer we need to order." The girl did as she was told.
She took a drink of her beer. "I'm traveling around the States actually. You know, seeing the sights before I get old and can't drive."
"That must be nice," Ellen told her.
"Must be." That was the man sitting at the bar, and he spoke sarcastically.
Ellen glared at him. "This is Dean. Up at the pool table are Sam and Asher."
"Oh," she said, looking around the room as Ellen stated everyone's names. "Well, I'm Emily."
"What brings you around the Roadhouse?"
"I was just passing through and could use a drink," Emily told her.
Before Ellen could say anything else, the man named Sam jumped up from his seat by the pool and hurried his way over to Dean, carrying the laptop. He set it down on the bar, pointing to the screen.
"We have another hunt," Sam said excitedly. Emily was playing with her cell phone, though her ears were on the conversation going on beside her.
"Okay," Dean said, finishing off his beer. "What is it this time?"
"Over the past ten years, people have gone missing and they're never found again."
Dean shrugged. "So? It's just a kidnapping ring."
Sam shook his head. "No, it's not. People are found dead all time, no blood whatsoever in their systems."
"Great," Dean said. "More blood suckers."
She heard Ellen clear her throat and the boys became quiet.
"So where is it?" Dean asked, scanning the laptop screen.
"Uh…" Sam scrolled down the page. "Kendall, Washington."
"Washington? Dude, that's gonna take three days to get there!"
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "We should leave now then."
Hearing that they were ready to leave, Emily quickly finished my beer. She watched as they packed up a few things and then headed out the door.
"Thanks for the drink," she said, throwing down three dollars. She then walked out the door and looked around for Dean and Sam. She saw then standing by a black '67 Impala.
"Nice ride," Emily said, walking over to them.
Dean looked up. "Thanks. Just rebuilt her myself."
She nodded. "I heard you guys talking in there. By 'blood suckers' did you mean vampires?"
Sam glanced over at his brother. "Um…yeah we did actually." Dean glared at him.
"Can I come with you?" she asked.
"What are you a vampire hunter or something?" Dean asked her.
She shook her head. "No, not especially. My last boyfriend was though and I joined him on a few hunts."
"What happened to him?" Sam asked.
"He died," she said without a hint of pain in her voice. It hadn't been the best relationship in the world for her.
"No, it's okay." She looked over at Dean. "So can I come? I can help you guys."
Dean thought for a minute then shrugged. "I don't mind. As long as you don't get in the way."
"Great!" Emily said happily.
"Just one question." It was Sam. She turned to him.
"How'd you get here?"
"I've been hitchhiking around the country. Not the best way to travel, but it works."
"You sit in the back," Dean told her, closing the trunk and walking to the drivers' side of the car. Emily shrugged and got in, putting her bag on the seat next to her. Sam got in the passengers side. Dean started the car and Metallica blared through the speakers.
"Dude, turn that down," Sam said, reaching for the volume.
"I like it." That came from Emily. Dean turned to look at her.
"Girl after my own heart," he said with a smile, then took off.
Character Intro:Emily is 22 and she grew up in Virginia. She has short neon-pink and neon-blue hair, and grey-blue eyes. Usually she wears just pants, a tank top and boots. She's got a favorite jean jacket that she wears all the time. She had a pretty normal life and instead of going to college, she decided to see all there was to see in the U.S.A.