Prologue.

PROLOGUE , YOUR TIME STARTS NOW

a/n : LETS GOOOOO

I changed my oc's name from Aurora/Rory to Willow/Will. I think I fixed all of the name placements, but if there's still her past name in my story, that's why 🫶

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The day was monotone and grey. So, if was just like any other. You couldn't be surprised. Brooklyn, New York was normally like that. Especially, if you've lived there for the last 3 years. Heavy rain hit the glass pane window while the staticky tv played reruns of 'Survivor' were playing. There was commotion outside of the office. Civilians were arguing about who deserved to be the first to enter the office. And yet all of them were scared to make a move.

There were screams of insults flying around, and yet not one awoke the hungover woman with her face in a pile of paperwork. She could care less about who was next to enter her office. They just better have cash or card on hand.

Not even a few minutes later, fists went flying. Everyone started screaming bloody murder. One person pulled their elbow back and smashed the window on the door that read 'Private Investigator : Willow Torres'

The woman lets out a small groan, as soon as she fluttered her eyes open; her brain started pounding against her skull. Despite that, she lifted her head up and presses her thumb between her brows. Willow squeezes her eyes shut and lets out another groan. The brunette opens her eyes, even though the lighting in the room was dim, it still made her head feel worse. Willow looks at the door and her pained expression drops.

"No fucking way..." Willow stumbles out of her swivel chair. Her boots drag against the floor and she leans against the wall. Willow inhales a deep breath as her body starts to feel hot. She grabs the trash can near her, falls to her knees, and pukes. Willow wipes at her mouth and looks down at her knees that were touching the hardwood floor. Her brows pull together.

Where the fuck did my pants go?

She then pulls her brows together. Why do u have my shoes on but NOT my pants?

Willow groans from trying to remember anything from last night. One rule of Willow's was to never try and remember what you forgot. It makes her wanna throw up trying to think back in the past.

The girl pulls herself back onto her feet with the trashcan in one arm. She walks over to the now quiet hallway.

From outside of the office, everyone was waiting for Willow to come out and start reprimanding them. Everyone except two men cowered over to one side of the hall like they were in a horror movie. The hallway was still.

Willow grips the doorknob and turns it. She opens the door and pushes it open. She keeps her dull onyx eyes on the group of customers. Willow takes a step forward but she feels something crunch under her boot. She closes her eyes and inhales a small breath through her nose. Willow looks down at the hardwood floor and lifts up her boot, revealing the glass from her window.

She runs her tongue over her teeth and scoffs. "Shit."

Willow turns to the door and looks at the broken window. Her upper lip curls and she throws her arms up. "Shit!"

The trashcan drops from Willow's hands and she growls. Her chest fills with more rage than before. Even though, her head was killing her, Willow whipped her head back towards the group of people. "Who?!" She points at the window.

"I-I mean as a collective it was all of our—"

"It was Alan."

The man's jaw drops. Willow inhales a breath and turns to the older man. "Al, seriously? Again?"

Alan sighs, "Okay, look! This bitch—"

"Hey, hey, hey. What did I say?" Willow holds a pointer finger up.

Alan closes his mouth. "This...lady cut in front of me."

"My case is important!"

Willow rolls her eyes, "Everyone thinks their case is important, ma'am." She waves a hand. "I don't play favorites." She points at Alan. "You're paying for my window and and you're paying double for your case."

"What?! But I—"

"How did you even break my window, Al?" Willow tilts her head.

The man looks off to the side, not answering. Willow presses her lips into a smile. "The only reason that would happen is if you were fighting or about to fight. And since this distressed lady has cut you in line...you were trying to throw hands with a woman." She clicks her tongue. "So, you're paying double."

Alan knew there was no arguing with the woman. Alan didn't have to pay, but Willow was one of the best P.I.'s currently known. He couldn't risk losing her help.

"Fine. I'll pay double."

"And...?"

"And for the window."

Willow smiles, "Good. I am so glad I didn't have to hang you off a building this time."

She really did do that last time. Willow was basically a loan shark when it came to her money.

"So, who actually was next in line?" Willow asks.

Alan opens his mouth and holds his arms out. Willow shakes her head, "I was born at night. Not last night, Alan."

Willow tilts her head, "Who did Alan cut in line to get in the front?"

Suddenly everyone but the lady raises their hands. Willow didn't even have the energy to react. She just softly hums and nods her head. "Of course..."

"We were next, actually."

Willow looks at the two men and squints her eyes. Her eyes look over one of the boys. He was tall and he had shaggy brown hair. Her eyes look him up and down. Normally her clients were reoccurring, but he was unfamiliar. Then her eyes shift over to the shorter boy and she freezes. For a moment, Willow didn't recognize him. He had a leather jacket on that was way too big for him, a silver ring on his pointer finger. Nothing too familiar. Then she focused on his eyes and that was when the recognition hit her.

And she wasn't happy.

"For fuck's sake..." she exhales as the shorter boy sheepishly smiles at her.

"Do you take cash or card?"

The feeling of anger begins to course through her veins. She slightly tilts her chin up. The boy's smile drops and he was now looking at her with a certain kind of timdness, scared of her reaction.

"I take either." Willow answers. "But for you? My services aren't available."

Willow looks at the lady, who cut Alan and points and motions her head into her office. "Let's go."

The lady lets out a breath of relief and she hurries into the office.

The boy walks closer to the brunette. "Will, please just hear me ou—"

Willow stands in front of her door, not allowing him to take another step towards her. "I would rather slit my throat with with the glass on this floor than hear you out."

Willow shifts her eyes to the taller boy. He tenses up from the girl's cold stare. Willow looks back at the boy in front of her and squints her eyes. "Great, seeing you, Dean."

She then slams the door shut. Because of the broken window, she was still face to face with Dean, which pissed her off even more. Willow tilts her head, "Look away."

Dean opens his mouth, "Right, right." He awkwardly turns and walks away from the door.

After Willow was finished meeting with the lady, she met with another client, then another. She continued to meet with people all day, until the hall was empty. As she continued to call people into her office, the two brothers never left.

Willow escorts her last client out, "I'm sorry sir, but I'm not gonna tail someone who took your soda."

"But—"

"Also, the amount of money you're offering is absolute ass..." she trails off her sentence when she sees the two boys still in the hall. They were both sitting on either side of the hallway, asleep.

Willow looks at the man and scoffs, "Come up with a better payment and I will buy you another Dr. Pepper."

"It was a Diet Coke—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake—Leave!" Willow points down the hall.

The man quickly hurries down the hall and leaves. Willow turns her attention to the two boys sleeping and she scoffs. It took Willow 5 hours to finish talking to her potential customers. Did they really wait that long for her?

Whatever conscience Willow had left was telling her to hear the boys out. The rest of her mind and all of her heart was screaming at her to tell them to get the fuck away from her. Willow folds her arms and scoffs. "I can't believe this..." she tilts her head to the ceiling.

She vowed she would never talk to Dean Winchester again.

Willow stalks over to the boy with her boots thudding against the hardwood floor. She stands beside the sleeping boy and kicks his leg. He jolts awake and looks around the hallway. He lifts his head up and is greeted with Willow staring down at him with a distant expression. And pants on this time. Dean swallows. He expected her to yell at him and tell him she never wanted to see him again.

"Okay."

Dean blinks, "Uh...what?"

Willow bunches her shoulders. "I'll hear you out."

She then walks down the hall and back towards her office. "But I pay by the hour." Willow looks back at him, she then clicks the timer on her watch.

"Your time starts now."

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author's note.

That's the end of the prologue!!! I hope y'all enjoyed it. I am so excited for what I have planned for this story.

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