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.