A/N This is the story of my OC, Zoe Mitchell. The story picks up mid-season two of Supernatural - I'll probably include some chapters based on actual episodes, but a lot of this will be my own story.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Supernatural. If I owned Supernatural, the awesomeness that is Ash would still be alive and hanging around at the Roadhouse, which would not have burned down. XD
The Roadhouse. Zoe slammed the door of her car, a yellow Volkswagon Bug, and looked up at the old building. It was eleven o'clock at night, but a light was still on in the building, so Zoe pulled her baseball cap snugly over her short blond curls and opened the door.
The Roadhouse was almost empty, other than a few men sitting in the corner and a woman behind the counter, carefully wiping off the bar with a washcloth. The woman looked up as Zoe walked in and raised her eyebrows. "We won't be open too much longer, kid."
Zoe shook her head. "I'll be out of here soon. " She sat down at a stool next to the counter. "Can I have a beer, please?"
The woman wordlessly reached under the counter and handed Zoe a beer. "Thanks," Zoe said, opening it. The men in the corner stood and headed out the door.
"Good night, Ellen," one of them called over his shoulder as they left.
"Good night!" The woman, Ellen, waved as the door swung shut behind him. She heaved a weary sigh and went over to the table where the men had been sitting to clean up.
"So what brings you to the Roadhouse, hon?" Ellen asked, coming back over to Zoe. "You're a newcomer around here."
Zoe took a sip of her beer before answering. "It's a long story."
"You a hunter?" Ellen asked, raising her eyebrows.
Zoe shrugged. "You mean the spirit–hunting kind?" Ellen nodded. "Sort of."
Ellen looked her up and down. "Well, I thought I knew just about every hunter there is to know," she said finally. "But I guess not. What's your name?"
"Zoe Mitchell." Zoe held out her hand.
Ellen shook it with a small smile. "I'm Ellen. I own this Roadhouse - worked here for years." She paused for a moment. "So what do you mean, you're 'sort of' a hunter?" Ellen leaned her elbows against the counter and looked at Zoe. "Because, no offense, hon, but you don't look much like a hunter."
Zoe smiled slightly. "Yeah, I s'pose not." She set her beer down on the counter. "I guess it's kind of a new thing for me. My grandfather was a hunter – but I only found that out a few months ago."
"So how'd you get into this?" Ellen asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Hmm." Zoe lifted her eyes to the ceiling. "You say you know every hunter there is to know. Do you know Dean and Sam Winchester? They're brothers – "
"Yeah, I know them," Ellen cut in. "Nice boys. Good hunters." She straightened up, looking vaguely amused. "Funny how so many things either start or end with them."
Zoe blinked. "Um. Yeah, I guess. Anyway – four or five months back they were at the school where I was working. I get to work one morning and they're there telling my boss about how they got rid of this spirit that had been responsible for the death of a little boy, one of my students who died in the bathroom the week before. He'd drowned in the sink. Naturally we assumed it was a freak accident, but of course Sam and Dean realized what was really going on and they got rid of the spirit." She took a sip of her beer. "But the thing is, all this stuff they were talking about sounded really familiar for some reason. So I talked to them a little bit about what they do…then I did some research on my own. A lot of research, actually. It's amazing what you can find on the Internet about this stuff." Ellen was watching her rather skeptically. "Anyway, so turns out the reason all this spirit stuff was so familiar to me is that my grandfather was a hunter. I met him maybe once or twice when I was really little, before he died." She shrugged. "He and my dad don't get along. My dad told me everything then. He and my older brother tried to keep me from finding out about any of this, but obviously that didn't work. So I left." Zoe took another drink and set the empty bottle back on the counter. "I know enough about hunting to do it myself now. And I knew a little about this place, so I decided…if I wanna be a hunter, might as well stop here first."
Ellen stared at her for a long moment after she finished. "Okay," she said, eyeing Zoe. "I'm not going to try and stop you from doing what you want, but there's a few things you ought to know." She came around the counter and sat down in the stool next to Zoe. "First of all, there's a big difference from knowing about hunting than actually doing it. You met Sam and Dean? Those boys grew up hunting, Zoe. They've seen things that you can't possibly imagine. I did some hunting myself in the past, when my husband was alive, and I can assure you it's not a fun job." Zoe looked away.
Ellen tapped her fingernails on the counter. "The life of a hunter isn't exactly a good one. You're constantly in danger, constantly low on money, and you're lonely. You're going to be on the road all the time. And to tell you the truth, not everyone's cut out for this." Ellen placed her hands on her hips. "I don't know you," she said shortly. "So I can't say if you are cut out for it or not. But I can tell you, it'd be a damn fool idea to try and hunt down a spirit on your own at this point. You have absolutely no experience, and you're going to get hurt."
Zoe nodded. "Okay. Um, thanks for the advice, I guess, but I think I know what I'm capable of." She stood up and went for the door. "It's late – I should try and get to the next town – "
"Hold on a minute, Zoe." Zoe turned back to face Ellen.
Ellen spread her arms. "I can't stop you from doing what you want. You don't know me and I don't know you. But I guess the least I can do is help you out. Look, why don't you stay here at the Roadhouse tonight – we've got an extra room since my daughter left – and tomorrow I'll help you figure out where you're going from here, because, be honest, you have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
Zoe sighed and shook her head, smiling slightly. "No…I don't."
Ellen smiled back. "Come on, then. Get whatever you need from your car and I'll show you where you can sleep."
Ellen knocked on Ash's door after showing Zoe to Jo's old room. "Ash, are you awake?" she called softly. A moment later, Ash opened the door, the bedroom behind him lit up only by the light of his computer.
"What's up, Ellen?" Ash asked. "Who's the girl?"
Ellen leaned against the doorframe and folded her arms. "Her name's Zoe Mitchell, she says. She thinks she wants to be a hunter. Problem is, she has no idea what she's doing, Ash."
"So what do you want me to do?" Ash asked sleepily.
Ellen snorted. "I want you to help her find a case nearby, so she can try that one and see what hunting is really like before she goes off and gets herself killed by biting off more than she can chew."
Ash looked at Ellen. "If she doesn't know anything about hunting," he said slowly, "then why are you asking me to find her a job?"
"Because as soon as she's out of here, I'm going to give Sam and Dean a call and ask them to go after her," Ellen said.
Ash blinked. "Why Sam and Dean?"
Ellen sighed. "Because if any hunter's going to give an amateur like Zoe the benefit of the doubt, it'll be Sam. You and I both know a lot of hunters who would say if she's dumb enough to get herself into a bad situation then she can get herself out of it. Sam doesn't think like that. Neither does Dean, really. And besides – Zoe says she's met them before, so they'll probably be more willing to help out someone they know."
Ash shrugged. "Fair points."
"So will you find her a job tomorrow?"
"Will do, Ellen. No problem."
Zoe tossed her duffel bag into the passenger seat of her little yellow Volkswagon Bug, then turned back to Ash and Ellen. "So if I drive straight down this road for half an hour – "
"That'll put you in the town that's being haunted," Ellen finished. "Now, remember what Ash and I told you, okay? It looks like your average spirit, but when you get there you're going to have to find out who the spirit is, then find the body and salt and burn it."
Zoe nodded. "I know, I know!" Ellen and Ash had spent all day helping her find a case to start with, then drilling into her all the information she already knew – there was a spirit in this town that seemed to kill anyone that went down a certain alley, Zoe would have to salt and burn the body. She knew all that.
Ellen placed a hand on her shoulder. "Be careful out there, hear me?"
Zoe nodded. "I will." She went around to the drivers' side of her car and got in, rolling down the window. "I'll come back through and visit sometime. Thanks for your help, both of you."
"It was our pleasure." Ellen gave her a smile.
Ash raised a hand in farewell. "See ya, Zoe. Gimme a call if you need anything."
Zoe smiled and waved back to him. "I'll remember that. Bye!" She put her car in drive and sped down the road.
Ellen and Ash watched the yellow Bug until it was out of sight, then Ash spoke. "How long a head start are you giving her before you call Sam?"
Ellen snorted. "I'm calling him right now. She's a nice girl, but she's going to get herself killed. Trust me, we're doing her a favor." She turned and headed back inside the Roadhouse.
Sam aimlessly searched through the newspaper, looking for anything that looked supernatural, something he and Dean could hunt. They'd been staying in the same hotel for a week, and frankly, Sam was getting bored.
The door to the hotel room opened and Dean entered, two bags of fast food in his hands. "I got you lunch," he said, setting down one of the bags next to Sam.
"Is food all you can think about?" Sam asked, exasperated, turning to watch his brother sit down on his bed and dig into his hamburger.
"No," Dean said around a mouthful of burger. "There happens to be a very pretty girl working at the McDonald's down the street." He swallowed and grinned at Sam. "I told her she could surely find a much better job than that."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you did."
Suddenly his cell phone rang. It was sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, and he and Dean both lunged for it. Sam tripped over a chair and fell to the floor. The phone slid off the bed and bounced off his forehead. Ignoring Dean's uproarious laughter, Sam snatched up the phone, got to his feet, and answered it. "Hello?"
"Sam? It's Ellen."
"Ellen? What's wrong?" Sam asked, wondering if Jo was missing, or in trouble.
"Well, there's nothing wrong, persay, but there will be," Ellen said dryly. "Do you remember a girl named Zoe Mitchell? Curly blond hair, about your age? She says she met you a few months ago."
Sam thought back, and remembered the case he and Dean had done, involving the spirit of a boy who'd died at his school and was still haunting the place. The morning after they'd destroyed the spirit, there had been a girl, a teacher's assistant, who had been very interested in what he and Dean had been doing there. "Yeah…yeah, kind of. Why? You know her?" Sam was surprised.
"She came through the Roadhouse last night. Seems since she met you boys, she's been trying to find out all she can about hunting. I guess her grandfather was a hunter? And she's all set to carry on his legacy or something, God know what she's thinking. Anyway, I had Ash find her a case not far from the Roadhouse – an easy one - but she's going to get hurt, no question about it. Would you and Dean mind very much going after her and saving her stupid butt?"
"No. No, we can do that," Sam agreed instantly. He wasn't about to let someone die, especially over something as simple as getting rid of a spirit.
Ellen gave Sam a few details as to where Zoe was and what she was doing, then said, "Thanks, Sam. I owe you."
"Bye." Sam hung up
"What did Ellen want?" Dean stuffed several French fries into his mouth.
"Do you remember Zoe? From back when we got that kid's spirit out of the school."
Dean thought for a moment. He shrugged. "She that hot girl? With the curly hair and adorable dimples?" He smirked at Sam.
Sam sighed, convinced that the only two things ever on Dean's mind were food and sex. "Yes."
"Uh huh. I remember her." Dean nodded.
"Well, she's in trouble, and Ellen wants us to help her."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What kind of trouble is she in?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Remember when we told her the truth about what happened to her student?"
"He didn't drown, he got killed by a spirit," Dean recalled. "Yeah. She thought we were nutcases."
"At first, she thought we were nutcases," Sam corrected him. "Then she started believing us and asking about what we did. Well - " Sam shrugged. "I guess she showed up at the Roadhouse yesterday. According to Ellen, Zoe's grandfather was a hunter, and now she wants to be a hunter too." He raised his eyebrows.
Dean tilted his head. "Please tell me Ellen tried to talk her out of it."
Sam shrugged. "Impression I got was that Zoe wasn't about to be talked out of it. Anyway, so Ellen sent her to try and work a case by herself, not far from the Roadhouse."
"And Ellen wants us to go save her?" Dean rubbed his head. "Is this chick stupid? Really?"
"Come on, Dean," Sam said. "Look, we don't have anything else to do. She's just some naïve girl. We shouldn't let her get hurt just because she doesn't know what she's doing."
Dean groaned, shoved the last bite of his hamburger into his mouth, and got to his feet. "Let's go, I guess."
A/N Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated. Oh, and if you so far think Zoe's an idiot, don't worry. I agree with you. And she does ge better, I promise.