Writings on the Bathroom Wall

I was washing glasses when he sauntered in. Same leather jacket and same worn face that he had on the night before. Sam wasn’t with him and without his presence I felt irritated. Dean and me seemed to be butting heads as soon as we officially met. I was staring at Dean when Parker slid up to his usual barstool.

“I would’ve thought your mother told you it wasn’t nice to stare,” Parker said.

“Just wondering why he’s back. This isn’t what you call a hot spot you know,” I replied while rinsing the suds off my hands. I pushed the hair off my shoulders, wishing I had decided to wear it in a ponytail instead of keeping it down.

“Josef and I will figure it out, no worries,” he said, sliding off his barstool. I tried to tell him no but he was already halfway to Josef. Josef listened and occasionally looked up at Dean. I decided now was a good time to bring the boy a beer. He had chosen a table in the back partly in the shadows.

“I didn’t order this,” he said as I slid the beer towards him.

“Beware of Josef and Parker, they might try to intimidate you. Just tell them you’re staying at the hotel down the street and wanted a beer,” I said.

“You see any of the others here?” he asked, seemingly ignoring my advice. I gave a quick look around the bar scanning the faces.

“Nope. No hooligans here tonight. Maybe they spilt,” I said, wiping down the table.

“That or they are laying low,” he said. I shrugged and walked back to the bar where Belinda was itching to talk to me.

“Looks like you two are getting cozy,” she said.

“Looks like I was giving him a beer,” I said.

“I hear words coming out of your mouth but all I hear is bullshit. Would you at least admit that he’s cute?” she pleaded. She batted her eyelashes and pouted.

“All right, all right. He’s cute. You happy now?” I said.

“As a clam,” she said. As the hours passed, Sam came in the bar and slid something to Dean before heading for the bathroom. After he read it, he waved me over. I grabbed another beer, popped the top, and made his way to the table.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Sam said it’s quiet outside. Nothing to report. But he heard chatter that they are members of a special sect of fangs. Something to do with a snake so if you see someone wearing one, keep an eye out. We’re taking off but if you need us, you’ve got my cell right?” he asked.

“Your number has been saved. Go ahead and go, just make sure you pay your tab,” I said. He smirked at me and slid a twenty my way.

“Keep the change,” he said and slid out of his chair. Sam followed him out soon after ordering a shot. Belinda tried to make small talk with him but he answered using only a few words.

“Well doesn’t this suck. Two hot guys come in here and I get no action. You think that last one could manage a sentence or two,” she said.

The night dragged on. No vampires showed up and the place was quiet when closing time came around. I left Belinda to wipe down the rest of the bar while I cleaned the bathroom. While I was wiping down the mirror, a reflection caught my eye. Painted on the wall above the stalls were the words It’s Not Over. I abandoned my cleaning supplies and ran out to the bar. I quickly dialed Dean’s number and went over to Belinda who was putting on a necklace I hadn’t seen before, a snake necklace.

I slid the phone in my pocket, making sure to hang up after Dean answered. I knew this would get his attention. I watched her as she slid the towel over the wooden surface paying special attention to the corners and grooves. I walked up to her slowly, not wanting to startle her.

“You know, having this job is the best way to pick out my next meal. A bunch of redneck losers getting drunk, stumbling out to their cars. They see a pretty girl on the side of the road and offer her a ride. Next thing you know, they’re worm food. Hell half the time I take out the ones that don’t tip. I think that tall kid will be next,” she said casually still wiping down the bar.

“Belinda please tell me your lying,” I said. Within seconds she was facing me, her body against mine. She let out a long sigh and smiled at me. Her fangs showed through the slight gap in her lips.

“You think I’m lying now?” she said. She sniffed the crook of my neck and I could feel my pulse racing. I tried to breathe slowly knowing that the blood pumping faster through my veins would most likely make me more appetizing.

“Nope, you’re not lying. But I gotta ask you, what’s up with that English guy? Doesn’t seem your type since he was already dead,” I said. She slowly circled me while trailing a finger along my collarbone, my back.

“Oh he was a friend from a long time ago. Stupid idiot let himself get killed. And here’s the kicker, you killed him with that nifty little trick of yours. I’m a little upset that you didn’t share that with me.” She sure had gotten cocky now that she had come out of the vampire closet.

“So what next? You kill me?” I said. She smelled the crook of my neck again. Chills ran down my spine and I started to ignite the fire in my palm.

“Tut tut, my dear. Thinking you could use that against me,” Belinda said. She clamped down a cold and wet towel on my hand causing the flame to go out.

She tied the towel around my hand and twisted it so my hand was pulled behind my back. With her other free hand she locked my arm. I kicked and struggled to get free but it was useless. As I felt her lips on my neck and her teeth graze my skin, her body suddenly seized and dropped to the floor. I managed to get myself free and stumbled over to the bar, checking my neck for any wounds.

“You okay?” a rough voice asked me. I expected to see Dean or Sam but was surprised when I saw Josef. He pulled the bloody knife out of Belinda’s chest and the crimson stain on her shirt grew larger.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“Good. For a second I thought she might’ve bitten you,” he said. He pulled an axe off of one of the tables and brought it down hard on her neck. I shielded my face from any blood that might splash up but luckily none did. I quietly thanked the powers that be because a blood stain is a bitch to get out of clothes.

“So, care to tell me about this double life of yours?” I asked, hopping over the blood that spread on the floor.

“Your mother was a hunter with us. She asked me to make sure you were looked after. I decided to let you decide if you wanted to be a hunter. You decided to be a bartender instead,” he said wiping the axe clean of blood.

“Ah, makes sense. But you were wrong, I didn’t chose to be a bartender. I thought that was all I had left. If I knew you hunted, I’d be right next to you.” He laughed and slung an arm around me.

“That’s my Mina,” he said.

“Looks like we missed the party,” Dean said as he walked in the bar toting a sawed off shotgun. Sam was a few steps behind him sticking his gun back into the waist of his jeans.

“I figured you guys would’ve been here by now. But thanks to Josef, the problem is taken care of,” I said. Dean looked down at Belinda’s body and smiled.

“Didn’t think an old fogey could get the job done,” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Sorry, I don’t shake hands with a Winchester,” he said. Dean averted his eyes and stuffed his hand back in his pocket.

“See ya Mina,” he said. He pushed Sam out the door and they were gone.