Youd just recent joined a record label with your band. Touring around the world. An odd spark of luck for a band considering you’d all just started. Considering you did witchcraft it wasn’t all that crazy to you. Few people knew. You didn’t do anything bad, just shit that benefited you.

you’d ran into the Winchester brothers back in Wyoming. You’d been warned to avoid them. They weren’t exactly big in the witch scene. They’re saved your life sure. Didn’t mean much when you could be immortal with a few spells and some vampire blood.

Of course they had to be back in Seattle. You’d caught wind a few days ago. An odd murder with one of your club regulars. Apparently it was enough for the brothers. Since the tour ended you’d been back to serving bar. You enjoyed it, enjoyed the scene the bands brought in.

Of course until you saw to “fbi” agents following around your assistant manager. And there they were. Sam and Dean, or your personal favorite. Dumb and dumber.

“So, you happened to know James Charley?” Dean quizzed the girl, poor girl was barely an adult. Poor thing wasn’t good under pressure. You got your favorite regular behind bar to take care it while you moved to save her.