Supernatural Season 1, Male OC insert

Provenance pt. 1

∞Night, Inside a Bar∞

Dean was punching in numbers on his phone, "Seven, four, two zero." He looked up at the woman in front of him, "All right, you're in there. Perfect. So is that Brandy with a 'y' or an 'i'?"

Sam was sitting at a table not far away from where Dean was, gesturing for him to come over. Dean gave him a 'wait' gesture before laughing at what Brandy whispered.

When Sam gestured again, Dean's smile dropped.

"All right, listen, I gotta go. Hold that thought, I'll be right back, okay?"

Without hearing her response he grabbed three beers, just in case, and walked over to Sam.

"All right, I think we got something" informed Sam

" Where'd Ethan go?" asked Dean

" He said he was getting coffee so he's around here somewhere"

Dean nodded and glanced back to where Brandy was, " Oh, I got something too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one"

" So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?"

Dean grinned " Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right? By the way, she's got her friends over there. Possibly hook you and Ethan up. Err, no, just you. What do you think?"

" Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates"

" Yeah, you can but you don't. "

" What is that supposed to mean?"

" Nothing"

" wait, why won't you hook Ethan up?"

" Oh, c'mon Sam. I can't do that to him"

" Why not?"

" Because he's...Ethan " said Dean with a look

" ...good point"

" Anyways, what you got?"

" Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons all..." Sam looked up from his laptop

He saw Dean's gaze onto the many women in the bar.

"Dean!—" That snapped him out "—No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside"

Dean took a swig of his drink. " Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department"

"No, Dad says different"

" What do you mean?"

Sam pointed at a map on one of the pages of John's journal, " Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one" explained Sam

" And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up til first thing though right?"

" Yeah"

" Did you tell Ethan this?"

" Yeah"

" Good..."

Dean started walking away from Sam. A glance to his right and he saw his brother, talking with a guy who was for some reason sitting really close to him. He stopped and looked at the two.