sparks fly, sam winchester [ 2 ]

020. a trap

They're in Chicago on a case and investigated the crime scene earlier. Sam and Miranda get to the bar and find a table to sit down, Dean soon making his way over.

"I talked to the bartender." Dean informs.

"Did you get anything... besides her number?" Sam adds.

"Dudes, I'm a professional. I'm offended that either of you would think that." Dean says. Sam gives him a look while Miranda rolls her eyes. "All right, yeah." Dean chuckles, holding up a napkin with a phone number on it.

"You mind doin' a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asks.

"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--" Dean shrugs. "What about that symbol, you find anything?"

"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 says.

"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks.

"Right. Yeah." Sam pulls a newspaper clipping out. "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."

"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asks.

"Not that I can tell. I mean, not yet, anyway. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anybody in common -- they were basically living in different worlds." Sam says.

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Dean smirks. Miranda rolls her eyes as Sam seem gets distracted by something behind Dean. "What?" Dean asks. Sam doesn't answer, getting up and walking off.

"Sammy?" Miranda calls. Miranda frowns when he walks up to a blonde woman and taps her shoulder, the woman turning to end up being Meg.

"What the fuck?" Miranda mumbles, going over.

"What?" Dean asks, following her.

"Oh, I did." Meg seems to answer Sam's question. "I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's his name, something Michael Murray at a bar."

"Who?" Sam asks.

"Chad Michael Murray." Miranda says like it's obvious. "I made you watch Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill, dude, what is your issue?"

"I-- it's been a while." Sam mutters.

"Hmm." Miranda rolls her eyes.

"Miranda, hi." Meg smiles.

"Hi." Miranda waves.

"Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Meg says.

Dean loudly clears his throat, but isn't acknowledged.

"You're from Chicago?" Sam asks.

"No, Massachusetts -- Andover. Gosh, Sam, Miranda, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" Meg asks.

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." Sam says.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." Meg says. Miranda lets out a small hum at the woman's look towards Sam and wraps her boyfriend's arm around her waist.

Dean clears his throat again, a little louder than last time.

"Dude, cover your mouth." Meg glares at him.