Never Let It Rest (fifth book to Never Be Over You)

Chapter 7: The Mentalists

It's been over a week since I've seen Dean. Honestly, I really miss him.

Sam and I found a case in Lily Dale, New York. As soon as we get to town, we head to the police station to get the case file folder of the 2 recent deaths. After we're done at the police station, we head to a local diner.

"Just coffee, black, extra shot." Sam tells our waiter.

"Same for me." I say. Sam takes out the folder of the case file as Dean and Alex walk up to us.

"You always wear a suit to get your palm read?" Dean asks. I smile up at him, while he gets nothing from Sam.

"Yeah. Not surprised you caught this one. It's on every morning zoo in America. You mind?" Alex saying asking to sit with us. Sam does a gesture with his hand, as if saying 'go ahead'. Dean takes a seat beside me, while Alex slides in beside Sam.

"So, I, uh, I went to the scene. Wires, speakers, enough E.M.F. to make your hair stand up. Don't even think about getting a reading. Oh, and, uh, if this hadn't have been two psychics that bit it... I would have just chalked this up as being, uh, dumb and accidental. And I know, I know. This whole town's supposedly calling ghosts. But that takes some serious spell work and some serious mojo. The only books this lady had were Oprah crap. When was the last time you actually saw a real psychic? Huh? Pamela? Missouri? Anyway, this," Dean makes a gesture between the four of us, "is good. And, uh, how you two been?" Dean asks.

"And what can I get for you?" Our waiter asks he brings Sam and I our coffees, and takes Dean's and Alex's orders.

"I'll just take a coffee, black." Alex says.

"Uh, pancakes, side of pig. Coffee, black." Dean orders.

"Fantastic. You are virile manifestations of the divine." The waiter smiles really big and then walks away again.

"What the hell did he say to me?" Sam makes a scoff sound and looks away.

"Oh, it's funny? Yeah, no. Go ahead. Laugh it up, Sam. Hilarious."

"Dean..." I start.

"Oh, she speaks."

"Look..." Sam starts.

"Guys. Look, we're all here. All right, the chance of either one of us leaving while people are still dying out there...You might as well bite the bullet and work with us on this one."

"I don't know if I can." Sam says.

"I'm not asking you to open up a can of worms, okay, I'm not even asking you where the hell you've been for the past week and a half."

"Good." I say.

"I'm just saying, let's try and stop the killings. That's it."

"Okay." I answer to really giving Sam the chance to thing about it.

"Okay? Good." Alex says. A woman stops at our table and stares at us.

"Can I help you?" Dean asks.

"You're the people from the-"

"Oh, no, no, no, no. The Winchester-Cohen group on the news a couple weeks back? No -- we get that a lot." Sam says.

"Yeah, no. Those depraved killers got put down like the dogs that they were. Us on the other hand, we're completely harmless." I say, making the woman laugh.

"Oh, yeah! I'm sorry. Silly me. And I can see by your energies, you're completely gentle." A man walks up behind the woman and puts his arm around her.