(For clarification, this story takes place towards the front end of Season 4 of Supernatural)
"So, tell me about the case again," Dean asks his younger, but bigger, brother Sam as they sit at a table in this bar. As Led Zeppelin blares from the jukebox, Dean takes a long sip from his beer. The air in this dive bar is very smokey, giving Dean a strange sense of comfort, even if the bar is filled with rather rough looking people drinking and playing pool.
"Sam," Dean says when his brother doesn't respond to his question. Sam's head is turned and is looking towards the bar. He has a strange expression, not one of concern, but one of confusion. Dean doesn't think too much about this as the people at the bar are the normal sort you would find in a place like this.
"Sam," Dean repeats, this time a bit frustrated. Only Sam still doesn't respond. He's still wrapped in his own world and staring at the bar. This time Dean does get a bit concerned. He begins to wonder if this has something to do his Sam's...well, not gifts, but the psychic crap.
For a brief moment Dean wonders if this is yet another psychic episode for Sam. Those moments always made Dean's stomach churn because they had to do with Lilith, Yellow Eyes and well, the end of the world.
The only thing that prevents Dean from believing it might be a psychic episode is that they are normally very painful for Sam, and this doesn't seem the case. Also the more Dean considers it, it's been a good year sense the last one.
"Sam!" Dean says much louder. This finally knocks Sam out of his trance. Looking confused and annoyed Sam turns to look at his brother.
"Yes, what?" Sam asks, picking up his own beer for a longer than normal sip. Dean again looks at the bar, trying to spot anything out of the norm. Once again, there's nothing out of the ordinary, and Dean would know as he's trained to spot such things.
"The case, tell me about it," Dean asks, trying to get Sam's mind focused on the case. Ever since Dean returned from Hell, he's been something of a machine in terms of working cases. Most times they take a small break between cases, but not any longer.
It's been a whole 2 weeks since they even got a whiff of anything supernatural related which has been driving Dean crazy. The last case turned out to be a hoax, which really bummed Dean out. It had a lot of promise with it looking like a murderous ghost, but ended up being a bunch of teens trying to get famous with a fake show.
"3 people dead, their eyes burnt out," Sam tells Dean, looking down at his laptop's screen. He moves the mouse about to flick through the various web pages he has up to see more details. Sam is the one that caught this case, and when that's the case, he does a lot of research into it, trying to find connections, reasons and suspects.
"Authorities can't find a cause of death. The eyes are completely burned, but the rest of the body is perfectly. No clear relations between any of them," Sam explains.
Sam doesn't have to say what he thinks it might be because Dean Already knows. A few months ago they ran across a being that did this very thing; an angel. A true to life, all powerful angel. Not sure if it is an angel doing this, but if there is, they should find out why an angel is in a small town like this one.
Sam then turns his head again to look at the bar. When he does, he gets the same confused sort of look. His normally sympathetic eyes zero in on a spot where he begins to stare with a good amount of intensity.
"Dude, what's so interesting about the bar?" Dean asks. Sam doesn't respond at first, instead he stares for a moment before looking back at Dead.
"The girl," Sam reveals. Dean looks at the bar again to see one of the few females in here standing there. Her back is to them but her head is turned as she's talking to the Biker next to her. Dean looks her over in his way, which was normally to check out either the ass or tits first, which ever is available. He muses that she has an okay ass. Otherwise, she seems like any woman you might see in a place like this. White chick, late twenties in age, brunet and okay looking.
"Yes Sam. She is a woman. I know you've never had much contact with them, and they might be scary for you..." Dean starts to which Sam gives him a glaring look that says "that's not funny." Dean, still smiling, leans forward as he gets more serious.
"I think I know her. She doesn't look familiar to you?" Sam asks, looking back to the girl again. Dean turns to look at her, this time looking closely. His first thought is that he doesn't know her because he's never had sex with this sex, which is the primary way he knows most females. He then tries to remember her from any hunt they've been on. But ultimately he doesn't remember her at all.
"Don't know her," Dean says calmly, showing he isn't concerned by her. He doesn't get any strange vibes from her and she isn't doing anything creepy. She hasn't even looked back at them as if she knows them.
"Why don't you go talk to her? We got some time. You can finally find out what boobs look like in reality and not on that laptop," Dean says, leaning back and downing his beer. Sam doesn't respond to this, but keeps looking at the girl.
As Dean finishes his beer, he considers something. He hadn't really had any recent "fun" either. He's been been back from Hell nearly half a year now, and still hadn't got back in his groove. Normally when they visited a town he would spend the night with at least one woman, but of late, he hadn't. He hasn't because he hasn't thought of it. Sure, when the opportunity presented itself, he took advantage, but otherwise, no. He then puts the empty beer glass down and figures it must be the lingering effects of so many years in Hell.
"Oh hey," Dean says as their waitress steps up to them and puts two new beers on the table. This surprises both boys because neither ordered another round. Sure, they have been there close to an hour drinking, but this wasn't the place where they would serve you without asking.
"From the lady at the bar, gents," the middle-aged waitress grunts upon placing the beers down. She does an uncaring nod towards the same woman at the bar that Sam has been staring at. This makes Sam give Dean a very knowing look. A look screams, "I told you so."
Dean and Sam both look to the bar expecting the girl to be looking at them, but no. Instead, she is still talking to the guy next to her. Even after the waitress returns she doesn't look at them to acknowledge that she sent them a beer.
"Alright, this is...this is..." Dean begins to say but discovers he doesn't know the word he wants to use. It's not troubling because there doesn't appear to be any trouble. But it is odd. Sam says he knows her, and then this, but she isn't acknowledging them?
