A/N: I'm alive! I know it's been a long time since I've updated and I apologize for that, but it really couldn't be helped. RL had kicked my bum every which way and I'm slowly starting to get my self together. Anyway, my thanks go out to those of you who have continued to read my fics and left me such wonderful reviews and sent me such awesome e-mails. This chapter was a long time coming and I hope that ya'll like it. I'm a little rusty so please stick with me! I'll get my groove back :)
"God, I've never been so happy to take a shower in my life! There has got to be an easier way to cut vampires heads off; the whole blood splatter thing is just… ew," Haley said, shuddering as she pictured it in her mind.
Dean smirked. "Sorry kiddo, unless you wanna give a vampire the second it needs to cut your head off, I think you can manage a few splatters here and there," he said, surfing through the channels on Bobby's TV.
Haley sighed and plopped herself on the small loveseat. "Where's Sam?"
"Takin' a shower," he said, settling for Ghost Hunters, on the SciFi channel.
"You are not really gonna watch this, are you?" Haley scoffed. She couldn't stand this show. All that fancy equipment they used to "catch ghost" was useless; it only served to glamorize the job, which seriously, was not glamorous at all. She would bet her freaking life that these guys wouldn't last a second if they tagged along with the Winchesters. Debunking my ass; more like "let's pretend we hunt ghosts and get rich'.
Dean shrugged. "What? It's funny. That skinny dude almost shit himself on an episode I caught once. They were in some jail or somethin'; dude came running out and screamin' like a banshee. Funny shit."
Haley rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, anyway, I'm hungry."
Dean leaned back against the couch and slid down enough to be able to rest his feet on the coffee table.
"There's left ove—"
"I don't want that," Haley said, cutting him off. "Can we get pizza or something? Maybe even go to the city or whatever? We haven't been there in forever," she suggested, mustering up her best puppy dog eyes.
"You wanna go to the city, for pizza?" he asked, slightly taken aback. Hadn't she been the last to complain about takeout and greasy food?
"It doesn't have to be pizza. It's the city Dean, there's gotta be like a million places to eat at," she said, getting off the couch and grabbing one of Bobby's yellow pages, before plopping down in her seat again. "Look, Johnny's Beef! We can go here if ya'll don't want pizza." She said, pointing the list out to Dean. "Or we—"
"Yeah, yeah, ok, I get it. We can run it by Sam and Bobby, see what they want," he said, eyeing Haley warily. "You sure you want to go to the city and not just grab something in town?"
Haley noticed Dean's hesitance and took it for him not wanting to go out.
"Dean, we don't have to go if you don't want to. I can whip something up real quick or we can head down to the small diner," she said, closing the yellow pages book and setting it on the side table. "I just figured we could do something a little… different? Fun maybe?" she shrugged. "Anyway, whatever you decide is fine."
Dean regarded Haley a few seconds then quickly made up his mind. She was right. They had a crap ass day today, heading down to the city and just hanging out sounded kind of awesome.
Smiling, he turned his attention back to the TV. "I've been craving some pizza lately," he said. "Maybe some Gelato too."
Haley smiled big.
"Yes! Okay, I'm gonna go find Bobby," she said, getting off the couch again.
"He was out in the shed last time I saw him," Dean called over his shoulder.
"Bobby, you sure you don't wanna come out with us? We're just gonna grab some food and head back." Haley said, trying to convince the older hunter to accompany them. It didn't feel right leaving him behind.
"Nah, you youngins head on out and have some fun. I got some business I gotta take care of here." He said, motioning to a stack of books. "Now go on, get. Ya can still miss traffic if you head out now."
"Kid, I ain't up for all that city business anymore." He said, cutting Haley off. "Don't stay out late, and watch your brothers. Ya hear?" he said, gently shoving her out the door. "Go on now, 'fore Dean goes mad in that car."
Haley smiled and made her way down the stairs reluctantly. "See ya in a bit Bobby."
"So what's it gonna be? Pizza, Italian beefs, burgers, Chinese, wings?" Dean asked, eyeing all the food options they walked by.
"Wings sound pretty awesome," Sam said, looking at the Buffalo Wild Wings across the street.
Haley shrugged. "I'm down for some wings too."
"Alright then, wings it is," Dean said, gently shoving Haley in the direction of the bar and grill.
"I can walk you know," she huffed, rolling her eyes at him.
Dean shrugged and walked past her, reaching the doors first and holding it open for her and Sam.
The place wasn't completely packed but it was busy enough. Dean eyed the place and the patrons carefully, instinctively taking note of who could cause problems as well as where all the exits were located.
Within seconds of walking in, Sam was approached by one of the waiters. The guy, probably in his mid to late teens, eyed all three of them briefly, before asking if they were a party of three.
Sam nodded, offering the young man a smile.
"Would you like to sit at the bar or—"
"The bar's fine," Dean said, cutting the guy off.
The waiter clears his voice before waving the three towards the back of the establishment.
"Your server will be with you shortly. You'll need your IDs out, since you're sitting back here. Enjoy," he said, laying out the menus and shuffling away quickly.
"Odd kid," Dean said, picking up his menu.
"Leave him alone Dean," Haley scolded lightly, quickly pulling out her ID that declared she was 21.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"S'not like he heard m—"
"Afternoon, my name's Annabelle; I'll be your server today," The cheery brunette said, interrupting Dean. "Would you mind if I saw your IDs? It's procedure." She shrugged, blushing as she made eye contact with both Winchesters.
"Not a problem," Dean said, handing his over; Sam and Haley following suit.
"Thank you." She blushed, handing the IDs back. "So, can I start ya'll of with something to drink?"
"I'll take a Heineken, thanks," Dean said, giving her a quick wink.
Haley sighed, ready to gag.
"How about you darlin'?" Annabelle asked Sam.
Sam smiled sweetly. "I'll take a coke."
"Sure thing. And what can I get for you?" she asked Haley, not taking her eyes off Sam and Dean.
Haley sighed a bit dramatically, but decided to keep her smartass comments to herself, no use in ruining the day already.
"Um, I'll have an iced tea with a lemon, please. Oh and can I get a few packets of sugar too?"
"Mmhm, sure, be right out," Annabelle said, shuffling away quickly, throwing a few more glances over her shoulder.
"I think the girls hot for you Sammy," Dean chuckled, looking through the menu. "Don't know why though; clearly I'm the hot one in this family." He smirked.
"Hey, I resent that!" Haley scoffed indigently.
Dean shrugged carelessly. "You're not allowed to look hot. Ever."
"Oh that's so typical. You do know that ignoring the fact that I have boobs—"
"Oh come on dude, gross," Dean whined.
"— and that men notice, is not going to make men stop noticing, right?" Haley continued like she hadn't heard Dean whine.
"We're not ignoring the fact that you've grown up Haley; we know you aren't a kid anymore, but you gotta understand, we're your brothers and—"
"Alright, here we are, one Heineken, one coke, and one iced tea with a lemon." Annabelle said, setting the drinks in front of the Winchesters. "Are ya'll ready to order yet or do you need a couple more minutes?" she asked, pulling out her notepad.
Sam glanced at both his siblings before looking up at Annabelle.
"I think we're ready." He said, choosing to go first. He smiled as he gave her his order for a salad.
"Typical," Dean scoffed. Sam merely just rolled his eyes in reply.
When Annabelle turned to Haley to take her order, she rattled off a long list of wings with various sauces to go with. She saw Dean's amused stare and she shrugged sheepishly. "What? I'm hungry."
"Clearly," Dean chuckled before he gave the waitress his order.
"Great, I'll put your orders in; it'll be just a couple of minutes," she said, walking away happily.
"The girl sure does love her job," Haley commented dryly, taking a sip of her drink.
"What, the girl can't like her job?" Sam asked, smirking.
"Not when you have to clean up after people! I mean come on, they have to clean up after Dean for god sakes!" she said, pointing at the older Winchester, who frowned. "What? Come on Dean, you know you're not the cleanest eater."
"Like you can talk, Miss 'I like to wear my food'."
"Ok, enough. You're both pigs when you eat; just be happy you're not me. I'm the one that has to be seen with the both of you," he said, trying to hold in his laughter.
Dean and Haley both glared at him.
"Oh you think you're funny, huh Sasquatch?"
"I think I'm adorable," Sam smiled, taking a sip of his coke.
"Oh dude, I'm stuffed!" Dean said, stretching out. He'd had his twelve wings plus three of Haley's and half of her wedges. He was sure his bellybutton was going to go from an inie to an outie any second now.
"Mmhm, but that was delicious! I wonder if there are Buffalo Wild Wings everywhere. I haven't seen one anywhere but here," Haley said, patting her full belly.
"Looks like there are some in a few other states but it's not a huge branch," Sam said, reading through the list of locations on the back of the menu.
"That sucks, we should definitely eat at this place when we get a chance though; it's awesome!"
"Agreed," Dean said, chugging the last few sips of his third beer.
"Can I interest you guys in some dessert?" Annabelle asked, walking up quietly.
"Nah, I think we're good sweetheart. Can I get the check please?" he said, smiling at the girls very pronounced blush.
"Um, yeah, yeah sure." Annabelle stuttered out as she walked away to retrieve the bill.
Haley rolled her eyes.
"She acts like she's never had a guy look at her before."
"She's probably never had a guy as hot and awesome as me look at her," Dean said, smirking proudly.
"You're so full of yourself. You do know you're not all that special right? There are plenty of guys out there who are way better looking than you," she said, matter of fact.
"Robert Pattinson. You can't beat him Dean. The man is sex on legs, literally," Haley said, letting out a dreamy sigh. "His accent and his eyes… God, his eyes!"
Dean and Sam both made a disgusted face.
"Ok, alright, enough. That's enough TV for you." Sam said, covering his ears.
Haley shrugged. "That's fine with me; Robert Pattinson is too great for the small screen, so I won't miss anything."
"I take it you're Team Edward then?"
All three Winchesters looked up, noticing their waitress, a big smile on her face.
Haley smiled. "Most definitely. You?"
Annabelle smirked. "Team Jacob. He's warm and has abs that can grate cheese."
Haley scoffed playfully. "He's a fleabag, and I would rather be bitten on the neck by a vampire than humped on the leg by a mutt any day; abs or not."
"Touché," Annabelle said, setting the bill down on the table.
"What the…" Dean trailed off.
Annabelle glanced up at Sam and Dean, chuckling at their confused expressions.
"Sorry, big Twilight fan." She blushed.
"Don't worry about them; they don't know anything about this stuff," Haley said, waving her brothers off.
"Most men don't. Have you seen the new movie yet?" she asked excitedly.
"Nah, we've been kind of busy. I know it's been out for a while so I'm probably better off just waiting for it to come out on DVD." Haley shrugged.
"I recommend you see it on the big screen. You'll definitely appreciate Edward on the big screen. There's a small theater about three blocks down from here that is still playing it, if you're interested," she said happily. "Oh, sorry about that," she said, just noticing Dean's outstretched hand. "I'll be back with your card."
"What the hell were you two just going on about? Vampire bites, abs that grate cheese, and dogs humping legs?" Dean asked, a bit mortified.
Haley burst out laughing.
"Calm down Dean, we were talking about Twilight. Remember those books I got the other day?"
"That's what the books are about. It's a love story; very Romeo and Juliet-ish. Edward is a 108 year old vampire who falls in love with a human named Bella. Jacob is a werewolf who is also in love with Bella and he tries to take her from Edward but he is so not going to win cause for one, Bella is madly in love with Edward and decides she's gonna become a vamp too, and seriously, how can anyone compete with someone who's had about 100 years to learn how to love? Jacob's just horny. Edward is not only God's gift to women; he's also the sweetest, most protective, most caring, thoughtful boyfriend ever!" Haley explained enthusiastically. "When and if I ever get the chance to have a boyfriend, I want him to be like Edward," she added softly.
Sam patted her arm lightly.
"You deserve no less Hay. You'll find him someday, I promise."
Haley shrugged, a sad smile appearing on her face. "I'm not holding my breath or anything, but it's nice to dream."
Dean cleared his throat. "So uh yeah, this movie… you uh, you wanna go see it?"
Haley whipped her attention to the older brother. "What?"
"This Twilight movie you're talking about," he said waving his hand aimlessly. "Do you wanna see it or not?"
"Um, well yeah but it's not something you and Sam would like to see. I can wait till it comes out on DVD, no use spending money on it." She shrugged.
Just then Annabelle walked up with Dean's card. "If you can just sign here, you'll be set," she said, handing him a pen.
Dean wrote in a generous tip and pocketed his card.
"Thank you sweetheart."
"Hope to see ya'll again," Annabelle said, turning to walk away.
"Whoa, hey, wait!" Dean called out. "That theater you mentioned, where did you say it was?"
Annabelle smiled. "When you walk out the door, make a left and walk down about three blocks; it'll be on your right hand side, you can't miss it. She's gonna love it!" she said, finally making her way towards the back.
Dean grinned, pocketing his card. "Come on; I could do with some popcorn."
"Oh my God! That was epic!" Haley squealed, walking out through the theater doors. "Edward is everything a girl could ever wish for in a boy! He's strong, charming, smart, sweet, protective—"
"A panzy…" Dean interrupted.
"Leave it to you to say shit like that," Haley said, rolling her eyes.
"The dude is a 107 year old virgin; even Sammy's gotten more a— ow! Dude!"
"Shut your pie hole Dean." Sam said, trying to hide his smirk.
"I'm just sayin'…"
"Well don't say. It's not nice to be jealous of people Dean," Haley said, slapping her hand across Dean's broad shoulders. "We can't all be that beautiful."
Sam burst out laughing, earning himself a death glare from the eldest Winchester.
"Dude, that was funny," he said, trying to control himself.
"Yeah, so funny. Ha ha."
"Whatever, you know I love you, even if you're romantically challenged," she said, cutting in front of him and wrapping her arms around him waist.
"Shit! I'm walking here!"
"And a hug-a-phobe," She added, her voice muffled by his light jacket.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Sam, get her off of me. We're in public," he said, grabbing her arms and gently trying to pry her off.
"Hey, you're the one that can't shut up. You'd think you would've learned by now, what with all the bitch slaps you've accumulated throughout your life, man."
Haley pulled away quickly; taking Dean's ringing cell phone with her.
"It's Bobby," she said, handing it to Dean and walking towards the bench a few feet away. "I'm gonna go sit."
"Stay close," Sam said quickly before turning his attention back to Dean.
Dean put the phone on speaker and held it out between himself and Sam. "Yeah?"
"Dean, listen, I think ya'll need to head on back to my place," Bobby said quickly, as he ruffled through some paperwork.
Sam frowned. "Bobby, what's up?"
"I just got a heads up from an ol'buddy of mine. He was up north taking care of a demon problem. He says the bastard had a message for the Winchesters." Bobby said gruffly.
"What message Bobby?" Sam asked, stepping closer to Dean.
"Look, I ain't gonna talk about this over the phone. You boys grab Haley and get yer asses down here pronto," he said, sounding a bit more anxious then he had before.
"Dean, not over the phone."
"We're on our way Bobby," Sam said, taking the phone from Dean's hand.
"See ya'll in a bit,"Bobby said, ending the call.
"What the hell do you think that was about?" Dean said, taking his phone back and pocketing it.
"Don't know, but if it's got him acting all weird like that; it can't be good," Sam said, turning to grab Haley's attention. "Hal— Dean! Where's Haley?"
Dean spun around only to find the bench Haley should be sitting in, empty.
Both brothers quickly closed the distance between them and the bench and scanned the area around them.
Haley was gone.
A/N 2: So, let me have it :-) what did ya'll think?