Destiel

Chapter 3

"Whose tie was that?" asked Sam in the diner across the street form the apartment, the waitress refilling Dean's second cup of coffee.

"Hmm?" He didn't look up from the local newpaper spread out in front of him, scanning for anything suspicious nearby.

"The tie on the door last night. I came back to the room and there was a tie on the door, I didn't know you had a blue tie."

"Oh yead, I dunno, it must have been something I picked up on the road." He said it casually, turning the page of the newspaper.

"Huh," Sam didn't think much of it besides the fact that he knew Dean only owned two ties, and neither of them were light blue like Castiel's. "Well was it good?"

Dean looked up with a raised eyebrow, and then smiled his cocky smile. "Oh yeah. Worth all three beers that I bought 'er." He looked down at the newspaper and continued without pausing, "Hey listen to this. Some twins went missing a couple nights ago in Crooks Country nearby, and two months ago, another pair of twins went missing. Vanished, without a trace."

"Sounds like it has potential. Wanna check it out?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but after we eat breakfast." Dean said in response.