After they'd decided to look into this Elkin guy, Kayla and Dean waited outside the café while Sam used the restroom. Kayla tugged playfully on Dean's jacket.
"I don't think I told you how hot you were today."
Dean leaned against the wall, trying to be nonchalant. "No, don't think you did."
"I think you'd look hotter with a further lack of clothing."
"I think we can arrange that." His smile dropped instantly as Sam approached.
He looked between them and was instantly annoyed. Enough was enough, what was he trying to accomplish here?
Dean nodded to him. "Let's go man."
"You know, I'm not a child."
"Um, I believe I used the term 'man'…"
"I know you two hooked up, fresh puppy love is really hard to hide. It's stupid you think you can't tell me dude you know that."
"Well I…" Dean started to defend himself.
"Hell as long as this has been going on, I'm just impressed with the longevity."
"Hey lay off me!"
Kayla laughed, it was about time he stopped acting like a grounded teenager. "I told him that, I told him to tell you. Now let's go, you can banter in the car."
The Elkin place was in shambles but the guy was definitely a hunter. The weapons, the journal, the salt ring, everything pointed towards professional. Dean wondered if he was an active hunter; the guy was old but you never know. It was just kind of depressing to think that after all his years he put into this job, something still got to him in the end. Elkin was never safe. He wondered if he'd end up like that, hell he knew he'd end up like that. Probably sooner than later.
As they sorted through the room, something on the floor caught his eye. The police probably wouldn't even notice them, just scratches on the floor amidst the blood and mess. Still, he put a paper down and etched over it lightly in pencil; old school but it got the job done. When he was finished he held the paper up.
"Look familiar?"
Sam took the paper. "Three letters six digits, the location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop."
"Just the way dad does it."