𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

Chapter 76-Figuring Out What We're Dealing With

Heading into a local bar I take a seat at the table with Sam sipping my nice cold refreshing soda "I talked to the bartender." Dean said as he sat down "is that all you did?" I asked with a smirk on my face "yeah, did you get anything? Besides her number?" Sam asked him "I'm a professional. I'm offended that you guys would think that." Dean replied mocking hurt as he placed a napkin in front of us "all right, yeah." Dean said "you mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam said as I fake gagged "nasty." I muttered.

"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?" Dean asked him as he shook his head "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 replied "well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean questioned "right. Yeah." Sam said flipping through the newspaper articles and read.

"His name was, uh.....his name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month, he was found mutilated in his townhouse. Same deal...the door was locked...the alarm was on." Sam said as he looked up at us "is there any connection between the two of them?" I asked him glancing up from the newspaper "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 replied "so, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Dean said smirking.

As Sam looked off into the distance behind us "what?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder as he got up from the table and walked away while Dean looked at me, furrowed his brow, and then called behind him "Sam?"
Sam didn't say anything and continued walking until he stopped at a table with a short-haired blonde girl sitting at it as Dean looked at me, and I shrugged the both of us got up and walked over to Sam.

"I thought you were goin' to California." Sam said as we walked 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." She said "who?" Sam asked her "oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." She said as Dean cleared his throat and pulled me in front of him, resting his hands on my shoulders while neither of them turned their attention away from each other.

"You're from Chicago?" Sam asked her "no, Massachusetts...Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" She said "yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again." Sam replied "well, I'm glad you were wrong." The girl said with a smile on her face as Sam nodded while Dean cleared his throat again even louder this time as the girl turned her attention to Dean and gave him a dirty look "dude cover your mouth." She snapped as I gave her a dirty look, even though she didn't catch it "yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh....this is my brother, Dean, and my sister, Addison." Sam said.

"This is Dean?" Meg asked with an attitude "yeah." Sam replied "so, you've heard of me?" Dean asked her "oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice...the way you treat your brother like luggage." Meg snapped "sorry?" Dean asked, confused "why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth." She continued "hey, you don't know any-."I started and then Dean squeezed my shoulders "Meg, it's all right." Sam said, annoyingly calm as we stood in silence until Dean whistled "okay, awkward. Come on, Ads." Dean said as he squeezed my shoulders and lightly pulled me back over to our table.

"What the hell was her problem?" I asked him "hey, langu-. Ya know what? I don't know. She wasn't even that into me." He said as I frowned "Dean." I muttered "what?" He asked me "why would Sam tell her something like that?" I asked him "ah, you know Sammy. Always blowin' stuff outta proportion. He did it with Dad when he was mad too." Dean replied shrugging as I rolled my eyes "how annoying." I mumbled "aw, you're just mad that she was picking on your big bro." He smirked "no. I mean, I don't care. She just had no right to say anything, is all." I replied "mm-hmm." Dean murmured "either way, I don't like her. I hope he doesn't plan on dating her or something." I said as he laughed.

"You guys ready?" Sam asked us once he made his way over to us as we got up and followed Sam out of the bar "who the hell was she?" I asked him "I don't really know. I only met her once, back in Indiana. Meeting up with her again?I don't know, man, it's weird." Sam said "oh, I guess we go around complaining about each other to strangers now." I scoffed "and what was she saying? I treat you like luggage?" Dean asked "yeah, after you had a hissy fit and left us behind...for the second time or did you not tell her that part?" I said.

"I didn't leave you guys behind. You left me." Sam replied "that's what you wanted to happen. You got out of the car, grabbed your bags, and walked away. You literally said you wanted us to leave. You chose that! That doesn't make it okay to complain about Dean to some random girl!" I shouted "all right, all right enough." He said placing his hands on our shoulders "look, I'm sorry. We had just had a huge fight. But that's not important, just listen-." Sam said "well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Dean asked him.

"No, of course not. Now, would you listen?" Sam asked as we followed Dean "what?" Dean asked him "think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean." Sam said "yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me." Dean replied as he stopped in front of the Impala, with a smirk on his face as he winked at me "wasn't funny the first time." I mumbled making him frown "no, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead." Sam said "why do you say that?" Dean asked him "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?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens." Dean replied "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." Sam said "well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" Dean replied as Sam laughed "maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean asked, pointing to his head as I put my head back and groaned "will you guys stop saying that?" I groaned.

"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 said "what are you gonna do?" Dean asked him "I'm gonna watch Meg." Sam said, straight-faced "yeah, you are." Dean replied "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry." Sam said "all right, you little pervert." Dean joked "dude." Sam said "I'm goin', I'm goin'." Dean said as he put his hand on my back and led me across the road, down the sidewalk "where are we going?" I asked, confused "we're going back to the motel room. I figure Sam needs the car more than us, and the walk won't hurt." Dean said.