Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

016. GOAT DUDE

They're at a cafe and it's almost nighttime. Sam is researching while the three teenagers eat and Dean barely looks away from the waitress.

"Black Bill is an urban legend, dates back more than a hundred years." Sam informs.

"Warm it up?" The waitress asks Dean, motioning to his coffee cup.

"Thank you." Dean tells her.

"A folklore story from 1907 that-that mentions that... uh, back then, he was called Black William. So it looks like some time between then and... dude, focus." Sam says, seeing Dean staring at the waitress.

"I am focused." Dean insists.

"Yeah, on the waitress' ass." Ophelia retorts.

"Mm, and her boobs." Dean mumbles.

"Do you know how to go a day without mentally undressing some random girl?" Ophelia asks.

"Nope." Dean shakes his head.

"I think you're worse than a teenage boy." Ophelia tells him.

"Okay, you two. The case." Sam says.

"Right. Right. Yeah. Black Bill. What do you got?" Dean asks.

"All right, well, he lives in the woods, so he's like a local Jersey Devil. And apparently, he has the head of a goat." Sam says.

"A goat? Like... goat?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, a goat." Sam nods.

"Well, maybe that's what Daryn saw." Dean shrugs.

"Unless you think he was lying." Sam says.

"Mm, nah, I think he's a little too freaked out to be lying. So we got a, uh, goat dude with a name like a pirate, which is a little insane, even for us. And that bar is... super high." Dean says. He lowly whistles as he looks at the waitress. "So if it is real, what the hell is it?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, there's tons of human animal hybrid lore dating back all the way to ancient Egypt." Sam says.

"Right, well, why don't you figure out what the hell it is, and I'll figure out a way to kill it. Okay?" Dean says.

"All right." Sam agrees.

"Right. Don't wait up." Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks.

"I already figured out a way to kill it." Dean says.

"How did you-- you don't even know what it is." Sam says.

"The Colt. Dusts anything. Work smarter, Sammy, not harder." Dean says, going over to the counter to talk to the waitress.

"Oh, don't do the hot coffee thing." Sam mumbles.

"Boy, this coffee is hot." Dean says, his family rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

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Sam and the teenagers are in the cafe and eating breakfast when Dean and the waitress from last night walk in. Dean walks over to the table, sitting next to Libby.

"Good night?" Sam asks.

"Awesome." Dean smiles. "It was an awesome night. So awesome."

"Gross." Ophelia mumbles.

"You gonna eat that?" Dean asks his brother, sliding the plate over.

"Uh... guess not. Be my guest." Sam says.

"I mean, would it kill you to order pancakes? Once?" Dean asks.

"Okay, fine. You--" Sam reaches for his food.