The hunter from Uni.

Meeting Meg.

I walked into the Bar with Sam and we looked around for Dean. Once I told him Dean was at the bar, we headed to the nearest empty table to go over information. Soon Dean sat next to me since I sat across from Sam.
"I talked to the bartender." Dean told.
"Did you get anything? Besides her number?" Sam asked.
"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that." He told making us give him a a knowing look. "All right, yeah."
He gave a chuckle as he held up a napkin with the bartender's phone number on it, and I gave a small hum.
"She's pretty." I told making him smile.
"Right."
"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asked.
"Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you find anything?" He asked making us shake our head no.
"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam told.
"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?"
"Right. Yeah." He told before pulling out a newspaper clipping concerning the first death.
"His name was, uh—his name was Ben Swardstrom." I told as Sam handed the clipping to Dean.
"Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on." Sam continued.
"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asked.
"Not that I can tell—I mean, not yet, at least.
Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds." Sam stated.
"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Dean told with a smirk.
"You gonna call her?" I asked.
"Probably." He told and we saw Sam had noticed something on the other side of the room, making us try and see what it was.
"What?" We both questioned before Sam got up and began to walk away.
"Sam?" Dean questioned as we watched him walk off.
"Strange boy." I told making him nod.

We walked over to Sam and the girl he was talking to, and got the last of his sentence.
"I thought you were goin' to California." Sam told as we came up behind him.
"Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." The girl told confusing us.
"Who?" Sam asked making her wave it off.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." She told and Dean cleared his throat loudly only for us to continue to be ignored.
"You're from Chicago?"
"No, Massachusetts—Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" She stated.
'Something is off on her.'
"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." He admitted.
"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." She pointed out making Sam nod and Dean cleared his throat again, but it was louder this time. "Dude, cover your mouth."
"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean and our friend Kat." Sam told surprising her and I gave a small wave.
"This is Dean?" She asked making Dean smile.
"Yeah."
"So, you've heard of me?"
"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother like luggage." She told confusing us.
"Sorry?" Dean asked.
"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth. Not you Kat, I've heard all good things about you." She told slightly shocking us.
"Meg, it's all right." Sam told making us look around quietly before Dean whistled lowly.
"Okay, awkward. I'm gonna get a drink now." Dean told before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I'll get you something as well Kat."
"Okie." I told before giving another small wave as Dean gave Sam a puzzled look and we headed to the bar.

(Dean p.o.v)

"What do you mean you can't find anything out of this chick?" I asked Ash as I sat at the table with Kat who was drinking some fruity drink she wanted.
"It's like 10 at night dude, we are working this case with this chick that died and was unburied to be reburied again. It's a whole thing."
"Any leads in that?"
"Eh. So far, we are thinking it's the dude who had the body and bolted the fuck outta there due to a drive by that happened. I wasn't there so I was all good."
"Can you at least find just the tiniest information on her?"
"I need a last name Dean."
"Masters." Kat told.
"Kat says Masters." I told giving her a confused look making her shrug.
"Think I heard her say it." She told making me nod.
"Meg Masters? Ok, I'll see what I do."
"You are a life savour."
"Yeah I'm your wife that you widowed, I better be a life savour." She told making me chuckle.
"Call or text me if you've got anything."
"Will do." She told before hanging up.
"So how's Ashley doing?" Kat asked.
"Working like usual. She's gonna see if she can find anything on Sam's friend."
"That's nice of her."
"Type of person she is."
Soon Sam came back over to us and I got annoyed about what happened with his little friend.
"Come on Kat. We are going now." I told making her nod before taking a mouthful of her drink before we left.
We were heading to Baby, and asked a very important question about what the hell happened back in there.
"Who the hell was she?" I asked.
"I don't really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, man, it's weird."
"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?" I questioned.
"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen—" he told but I cut him off.
"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?"
"No, of course not. Now, would you listen?"
"What?"
"I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean."
"Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me." I pointed out.
"Probably didn't help she's got a bad picture of you from Sam." Kat added.
"No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead." He told.
"Why do you say that?"
"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?" He questioned.
"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens." I stated.
"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on." He told making me smirk.
"Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" I told making Sam rolls his eyes and laugh. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?"
I pointed to his head with a grin, making Sam become serious again.
"Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." Sam told.
"What are you gonna do?" We both asked.
"I'm gonna watch Meg." He told making me laugh.
"Yeah, you are."
"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry." He informed.
"All right, you little pervert." I joked.
"Dude."
"I'm goin', I'm goin'." I told crossing the street with Kat and Sam left.
"Good thing you got Ash involved." Kat told before her phone went off and she had a text.
"Who's that?"
"This chick I know. Got something you need information on, she's your gal." She told before showing the symbol we discovered on the carpet. "We got some other information to find as well."
"You are the best Kat."