The first day you had met the Winchesters had been so normal.
It was a rather quiet day at your job. You own an herb and tea shop just like your favorite aunt. You loved the smell of spices and your aunt had worked hard to teach you how to be an apothecary.
You’re humming and organizing a special selection of Wesen-only reagents when you hear the bell ring on the front door. You perk up and gently rest the jars on the shelf before climbing down your step ladder. You frown softly as you sniff the air, you can smell stale blood.
You turn a corner around a spice-shelf and are finally in direct view of the front desk. You bite your lip gently as you spot two men standing before your desk. They’re both very tall and muscular but they don’t seem to smell hostile besides the blood. You decide to swallow down your fear and head behind the desk to help them.
“Morning, Gentlemen.” You greet them pleasantly, “How may I help you today?”
~*~z~*~
They were stuck in some tiny town just outside Portland, Oregon. It had been a long night that had turned into a long morning for the Winchesters. They were both exhausted and wanted to go back to their hotel to pass out but couldn’t yet. They were completely out of supplies for a spell and needed them soon.
It had been a blessing that Sam had spotted a tiny herb shop on their drive through the tiny town the night before. The boys were hoping that it would have at least some of the supplies they needed. Cas was currently nowhere to be found so they couldn’t ask him to fetch anything so this tea shop would have to do.
Dean drove the Impala up to the curb outside the shop and put her into park. He huffed and slumped back into his seat, casting a glance at his dozing brother in the passenger’s seat. The hunt was slow-going and last night had not really ended well.
Both brothers were horridly sore and banged up. They were unsure what they were hunting but it seemed to be some sort of shifter that had not reacted to silver. They were both at a loss and the thing had gotten away before they could even gank it. Now all Dean cared about was getting the massive bite on Sam’s arm cleaned up.
With a tired grunt, the eldest Winchester reached across the seat and gently shook his brother’s shoulder. Sam gasped and jerked awake on instinct, instantly calming once he saw it was just Dean. Too tired to speak, Dean nodded towards the shop and both brothers stiffly got out of the car.
Dean locked up and headed inside with Sam. Both brothers blinked in wonder as they entered the tea shop, the bell on the door ringing. It was small but extremely well stocked. They can’t help looking about in awe as they step up to the counter.
“Morning, Gentlemen.” Their attention is drawn to the pleasant voice. They both smile, though Dean’s is more of a leer, as they spot the shopkeeper. They’re small but cute, just like the rest of the shop, “How may I help you today?”
“Oh, good morning.” Sam greets you sweetly, his instant charm making you smile despite the wary glint Dean can see in your eye, “We were wondering if maybe you had some very rare herbs we’re looking for.”
“Well, let’s see, shall we?” You reply as you smooth out your apothecary smock, “And if I don’t, I’m sure my aunt will at her shop.” Both boys perk up at the sound of this. Two herb shops are better than one.
Dean watches you curiously as you lean over the counter to look at the list Sam has spread out on the counter top. He looks in interest as your gaze subtly flickers between both men while you steadily go over the list. He finds himself wondering why you’re so scared of them. There’s no blood splatter today and their wanted posters have been out of circulation for a while now.
“You’re in luck, boys!” You pipe up cutely as you gently snatch up the list, “I have all of these. Just let me grab them for you.” You have a little bounce to your step as you walk around the counter to the sales floor. You hum softly as you bustle about gathering their supplies. Both men seem rather gentle and polite so you’re not feeling as worried anymore.
“Alrighty, just give me a sec.” You tell them as you bring the jars to the counter and begin to measure out the amounts. The taller man is smiling at you and you swear the shorter one is checking you out. You flush slightly as you hold out their bagged reagents.
“Thank you very much.” The tall one says as he reaches forward. You frown as the movement makes him wince in pain. The smell of blood is no longer stale but fresh.
“Wait, you’re hurt.” You gasp and reach out, gently grasping his wrist to stop him as he grabs the supplies. The movement makes the smaller man stiffen defensively but the tall one that you’re holding doesn’t seem concerned.
“He’s fine.” Dean growls softly, suddenly feeling wary himself. He wants to know how you knew that Sam was hurt besides the wince.
“Please, let me help. I’m a trained apothecary.” You tell them softly. You may be a bit scared of them but they are your customers and one is hurt. You need to help.
“Thank you, that’d be wonderful.” Sam tiredly thanks you and Dean looks a little shocked. You smile brightly and let go of him as you walk around the counter.
You tell them to follow you to the back. You’re pretty sure you have everything to care for whatever’s wrong. You just hope they’re as nice as they seem.
~*~z~*~
Rosalee yawned loudly as she tiredly rubbed her eyes and scrubbed the front counter of the spice shop. She began to hum as she worked, giggling softly as Monroe’s arms slipped around her from behind. She turned her head to allow him to steal a kiss just as the phone rang.
Sighing, the two broke apart as Rosalee reached for the phone. She playfully slapped Monroe’s hand away as he moved his hands to tickle her.
“Spice and Tea. How can I help you?” She greets with a giggle.
“Hi, Aunt Rosalee!”
“{Y/n}, how nice to hear from you.”
“You too, Aunty Lee. Unm, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what’s up, Kiddo?” You really have no idea why she calls you ‘kiddo’ still, you are barely younger than she is!
“Derger’s Wart is good for cleaning Skalengeck bites right?” Rosalee’s eyes widen in horror at the question.
“Yes, it is.”
“Thanks, Aunty Lee! Call you later!”
“{Y/n} are you oka-?!” Rosalee’s cut off as you suddenly hang up the phone. She’s gulping in worried breaths as she freezes. Worried, Monroe wraps his arms tighter.
“Rosalee, what’s wrong?”
“Monroe, call Nick. I think {Y/n} might be in trouble!”
