The Blonde At The Bar

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Dean POV

Two minutes earlier:

"dude check it out. She's a hunter. " I said. I was looking at the hot blonde girl, sitting by herself reading a lore book and a ton of newspaper clippings.

" what makes you so sure? " Sam replied.

" dude. Look what she's reading. There's a gun poking out of her jacket. " I proved him wrong. Again.

I examined the rest of the table and saw what food she had ordered. She had a hamburger, fries, and a beer, which is exactly what I would have ordered. I decided to walk over to her table.

" can I buy you a drink? " I said, smooth as always.

" can't you see this one? " she said, holding up her beer and taking a drink. " mind if I sit? " I asked.

" whatever. "

She was still reading her book. It was a book on demonic omens. we were staying at the motel across the street.

" that's a pretty big read for a girl sitting in a bar. " I was trying to get her to let off a hint that she was a hunter. I pulled my gun out, holding it under the table.

" put the gun away. "she said, still reading the book on the table. She looked up." look. I don't know who you are, or what you want with me. So, do you mind telling me before I shoot you? " she threatened. I looked under the table, and sure enough, there was a gun. Pointed at my crouch.

" OK. I'm Dean, and over there is my brother Sam. We saw the book. You a hunter? " I asked, not having much option left." yeah. What about it? " she asked.

" we're hunters too. So. What's your name? "

" Jordan. " she said, keeping the gun on me.

" well, Jordan, can you please take the gun off me? I just want to know what you know about demons being in town. "

" well, first off, they poisoned my brother. " she said, not lifting the gun." what do you mean? " I said, puzzled.

" there was this one that fed him something. She worked at a bar we went to and slipped demon blood in his drink. Now he is going insane because no demons will give him any. He's trying to kill himself. " I  felt the gun leave the table.

I looked at the newspaper articles closely. There were eight men who, miraculously, went blind on Tuesday, and there were 40 cattle mutilated. These were definitely omens.

" so, how about that drink? " she said, raising her eyebrows.

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