Winchester Ghost Tours

The Meeting

"Whoa, you don't usually shower just to go to the Roadhouse," says Sam, hovering in the apartment still wearing his jeans and plaid shirt from the night's tour. He stares into their shared bathroom where Dean's already dressed.

"Not going to the Roadhouse," says Dean, scrubbing his head with a towel to dry his hair. He's wearing his favorite Metallica shirt over his best jeans. The pair that hugs his ass just right and doesn't require a belt. Belts just get in the way.

"Hot date?" asks Sam, concern creasing his brow.

"Yup," says Dean, tossing the wet towel into the laundry basket.

"At..." Sam pulls out his phone and lights up the screen, "...nine thirty?"

"We're meeting at ten," says Dean.

"What kinda date meets at ten?" asks Sam.

Dean catches Sam's eye and winks.

"Is this your same dating app friend?" asks Sam, waggling his eyebrows.

"Yup," says Dean, looking through the products on the sink counter and choosing his favorite gel. The kind that spikes his hair up just the right amount.

"Well, she must be something else to get you working this hard," says Sam, grinning.

She.

Dean should correct him—it's not like Sam's ever judged before—but he doesn't. He combs the gel through his short hair with his fingertips then wipes his hands on a hand towel. "Gotta make that good first impression, Sammy."

Sam loses interest while Dean continues to primp, shaving and dabbing himself with aftershave. Dean pulls up the dating app and smiles when he sees a message from Thursday.

Wayward67,

I am looking forward to our meeting tonight. I have a previous engagement with my family before our meeting and apologize in advance if this causes me to be late. Know that I am trying to be there on time and thrumming with excitement at finally getting to meet you—face to face.

Sincerely,

Thursday00

Dean smirks as he angles the forward facing camera down and takes a picture of his outfit.

Heading out soon. Here's what I'm wearing. I kept my face out of it, so we will really be meeting face to face finally. See you soon.

Dean hits send on the message and the photo. He's still grinning at his phone when he wanders out into the main area where Sam's sitting at the table on his laptop.

"So you're sure this person is safe?" asks Sam, looking up from his typing. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, Sam, I'm not some fourteen-year-old going to my first prom, I'll be fine..."

"But the prostitute..."

"This time it's not a prostitute."

"Have you talked to them over Skype at all?"

Dean hesitates...

"You haven't talked to them in person? Skype? Telephone? Only on the dating app?"

Dean averts his eyes...

"Dean, this is serious, what if this is some kinda Catfish situation! Or, some kinda serial killer?"

"Then I'll deal with it, I'm meeting in public, I'm not an idiot, I won't let anyone alone with my drink, calm down....."

"Please tell me you've at least seen a picture of this girl," says Sam.