By Rob Dionysus
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Supernatural' or anything like that; however, any similarity between the characters of this story and the characters from the 'Supernatural' is entirely intentional.
Beta'd: By the lovely Rae Artemis who is a boon to me and without whom, I would be lost on some backwater road being chased by rabid puppies.
Summary: Sam gets a vision of a young man who has been marked by demons for death. Dean and Sam decide to protect him figuring he might be important if the demons care so much.
A/N: I decided to write my first fanfic under the influence of sleep deprivation. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Stranger in his Strange World.
By Rob Dionysus
It was roughly 3 o'clock in the afternoon when the dishwasher, who often went by the nickname Cuuks (few people know how he acquired it), left the dish pit in the back area of Campus Coffee to make his rounds bussing tables, collecting more dishes to rinse and run through the sanitizer. The pungent aroma of roasted coffee beans permeated the air, almost to the point where you could simply inhale in lieu of your morning cup. Cuuks mostly went for tables that had already been abandoned but occasionally cleared dishes that required him to make random small-talk with the customers. He was usually good at hiding the fact that he wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of going up to strangers and talking to them but occasionally stress or fatigue might get the better of him and he would avoid making eye-contact and conversation would be kept to a polite minimum. He went up to a table where two taller gentlemen had finished their meals.
"Are you done with your dishes?" He asked, politely as he went to collect them before putting them in one of the dish bins.
"Umm, yeah, here. Thanks," the younger one replied. "Here." He put one of the plates on top of the other and handed it to Cuuks.
Cuuks looked at the empty plates as they were being handed to him. "Well, it's not like I can think of anything else you'd want to do with them but I thought I'd ask."
The older one smiled and said "Hey, can I hold on to mine for a bit? Sometimes it helps to have a blunt object around Sammy here."
A mock expression of hurt fell over Sam's face. "Very funny, Dean."
Dean looked at Cuuk's and at the aprons of his co-workers behind the counter. "You're not wearing a nametag."
Cuuks looked back at Dean. "Neither are you. I'm going to take this as a cue to get back to work. I'll talk to you later." A sincere statement that last sentence was not. In all fairness, Cuuks incorrectly deduced that since these were tourists (he could tell from the accents), this would be the last he'd see of them. He figured that maybe his behavior could have been considered mildly rude but he was one of those people who could get away with the some of the more mild indiscretions.
An hour later Cuuks got off his shift and relaxed with a chai latte before heading out. He noticed that Dean and Sam were still sitting at their place but casually left them to their business and sat at an empty table. Dean and Sam got up and moved to his table.
Cuuks looked up at them. "Hello," he said, reticently. "How are you?"
"Yeah, we're good. Are you Cuuks?" Sam said urgently.
Cuuks furrowed his brow. "Why?" he said in a tone of voice that said Please don't make me regret asking.
"Dude, we think your life is in danger," Dean said quietly so only the three of them could hear.
Falling back again on the same tone of voice, Cuuks asked "How?"
Sam looked at Cuuks. "Listen, can we talk somewhere private?"
"Oh ho, listen boys, I'm flattered and I admit I do get this a lot but you're not my types. Too many Y Chromosomes floatin' around in the mix and all." Cuuks stood up to leave.
Dean smirked. "Well, I guess that leaves me out of the equation. Good luck Sammy."
"By the way, how did you know my name?" Cuuks asked after it suddenly occurred to him.
"I saw it in a vision." Sam responded, than quickly winced. He realized too late that honesty isn't always the best policy.
"You have this kind of conversation a lot, do you?"
"I'm serious. Something's after you, Cuuks. Something powerful. We're here to help you out."
Cuuks leaned over to Sam. "Riiiiight. I'm the one who needs 'help'. Okay than." Walking past the counter on the way out, Cuuks said to one of the coworkers, "Switch these guys to decaf, okay?" Moments later, he was gone.
Dean looked at Sam. "That went well."
"He'll come around." Sam said hopefully.
"Yeah, 'cause we were so convincing." Dean and Sam paused and drank a few more sips of their coffees. "Wanna go follow him?"
"Yeah, sure," and with that, they left a tip on the table and left the café.
A/N:Stay tuned for Chapter 2 in the next exciting installment of "Supernaturally, Naturally."