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Prologue Part 2-The Grill

The Grill seemed to be the only place to eat in this town, and the only bar too. But somehow, unlike all the other cases that I had been on, this town just didn't give me the badass-creature-on-the-loose vibe. Instead it seemed like a town you would expect to see in a fairy tale book. But I guess it's these kinds of towns which turn out to be more dangerous than the rest.

Now I remembered everything more clearly, the animal attack, the missing people-it was a cycle that took place every few years. I strained trying to think about what it was that Bobby said was causing all this.

"You know, you're the first person who's come here and not ordered a single thing," one of the waiters said to me. But I was so absorbed into the thick file lying in front of me that he caught me by surprise.

"Sorry about that," he said to me, setting a drink next to me and giving me an apologetic smile. I put my hand into my pocket trying to find where I'd kept my money.

The waiter saw this and said, "Don't worry about it, this one's on the house," and he gave me a wink as he walked to another guy who was ordering a drink.

I took a small sip of the drink and set it down just as the waiter came back to me. "Thanks...Matt," I read his nametag.

"Hey don't thank me, that was him," Matt pointed to the guy who was sitting a few barstools away from me.

He had dark black hair and was wearing a black leather jacket. He was silently sipping his drink, but as soon as he felt my eyes on him, he turned around to look back at me. His pursed lips immediately broke into a smirk, and I went to sit down next to him.

The guy raised his bottle at me as he poured the contents into a glass and downed them in a single go. I saw that the name of the drink was bourbon.

"You want some," he asked, as he saw me looking at his bottle of whiskey.

"Oh no thanks," I pointed to my own drink and took a sip of it. The guy just shrugged in reply and downed another glass.

"I just wanted to thank you for the drink," I said to him.

"Well," the guy shrugged again, "you looked like you needed it."

I sighed as I saw him drink another glass of bourbon, "I did," I said truthfully. "Rough month," I explained taking another sip of my drink.

"Rough century," the guy replied, taking the bottle and drinking from it now.

I looked at him confused, but decided to introduce myself, "I'm Sam Winchester."

"And I'm Damon Salvatore."