Hey, Half-Pint

For Funsies

"Well that was enough work for one day," Cassandra said as she pulled a chair out from under a table at a local coffee shop. She sat down and started sipping on her drink as she stared through her silver aviators at Dean.

"Yeah, you're telling me," he replied, chewing on a cookie that Cassandra had bought him, "so... I think the real question is, how did you know we were Hunters? We could've very well been just a couple of regular guys."

She shrugged, looking over to Sam, "can't say for sure... I just had a feeling."

"You seem to have a lot of feelings about a lot of things," Dean replied.

"Yeah, well," she said with a smirk as she leaned back in her chair, "I'm just a feely kind of person."

Sam let out an airy laugh and ended with a soft sigh, "so, what are we gonna do now? It has no true pattern, none that we can detect at least. Does your gut say anything about this, Cassandra?" he asked with a smile.

"Ha ha," she replied in a mocking voice. Leaning forward she pulled out a pocket map from her back pocket and stretched it out in front of her before taking another sip of her drink, locking her blood red lips around the green straw.

Dean licked his lips as he watched her; her lips popping off the straw, leaving a slight white spot behind from the cream. He watched her thumb rake slowly across her lip and stick her tongue out to lick it up, his mind making everything seem to slow.

"What if they're trying to kill in a pattern?" she mumbled to herself, tracing small red, hand drawn dots in lines connecting them in her mind.

"Do you have something?" Sam asked, looking down at the map as well.

"Mm, I think so," she said tapping the points on the map, "they connect to make a circle. and if we take," she said, looking around her and landing her gaze on her back pack, "if we take this," she said, reaching into it and pulling out a red sharpie, "and we do this," she continued, placing her teeth on the cap, holding it tightly and pulling the lid off to bring the marker down to the paper. She started connecting the lines into something of a half pentagram shape.

"What, so it's just making a large Devil's trap?" Dean asked, quickly glancing up to meet Cassandra's eyes, "why?"

Spitting the cap out onto the table she looked up towards Dean. "So far it all sounds like it's just for funsies," she said with a sigh, rolling her head back. With another heavy, loud almost dramatic sigh, she perked her head back up, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, "there's two places he could go next. But which point is he going to strike next? This thing isn't even... There's no exact kill spot next..."

"But we have ideas... And idea's usually help us," Sam said, leaning back in the chair.

"It's no absolute, though," Cassandra said, lifting her head and waving her now free hand, "if we miss, then another woman is dead. I don't know about you, but I can't do that."

Dean watched her body seem to tense, and his eyes drifted up back to hers, "we're not gonna let that happen. We want these girls safe just as much as you do."

Cassandra flashed a small smile towards Dean before sipping at her drink once again. Licking her lips, she looked up at both of them, "well I think today we can just go our separate ways. If any of us finds out where the Demon might be going, how bout we meet back up and think of a plan of attack?"

"That sounds good enough for me," Dean said with a crooked smile on his face.

She grabbed Dean's hand roughly and pulled it towards her, scribbling out a number on his forearm with the red sharpie. She smirked and let his hand go, grabbing the cap and placing it back onto the marker before tossing it back into her backpack. "Any time you need me, just call," she said softly before folding up the map and handing it to Sam, " and you should keep this. You seem more like the researcher type than pretty boy over here." She snuck a quick giggling smile towards Dean before grabbing her drink and her bag before taking off to her car.

Sam looked back to Dean and let out an airy laugh.

"I do research," Dean defended before looking back to Cassandra who was now climbing into her car.

The music blasted and soon she peeled out of the lot and drove down the road leaving a small cloud of dust behind her.

'Who are you?' Dean thought, a small smile creeping onto his lips.