E/O Challenge Word:
eighteen /āˈtēn/ number – Equivalent to the product of two and nine; one more than seventeen, or eight more than ten; 18.
Spoilers/Warnings: spoilers for 3.03
Disclaimer: Not mine
Word Count: 164
I done made the Devil a deal. He made me pretty, he made me smart...I'm hell on heels. Baby, I'm coming for you. ~ Pistol Annies
She knew them the second she saw them.
Tall, handsome badass in a leather jacket with confidence in his stride; radiating an intoxicating mix of danger and mystery; green eyes scanning the diner with the kind of trained alertness that only came from years of experience of being a protector first, a hunter second.
Behind him, stood the other one; the protected one; the younger yet taller one. He was more adorable than handsome with those big eyes and floppy hair, but he was still good-looking. And his senses were as sharp as his features, judging by the way he also scanned the diner upon entry.
Bela stood behind the counter, giving a quick tug to her wig – a face-framing, black bob – and watched as Sam and Dean sauntered over to a booth...to one of her booths, table #18.
She smiled at the coincidence; because although she hadn't even gotten her hands on that rabbit's foot – yet – today already seemed like her lucky day.