A pair of jade green eyes watched the girl as she moved from table to table, filling coffees, taking plates back to the kitchen and just chatting with the clientele. The way she moved dancer-like, smooth and graceful. As he sipped his coffee, he wondered, for just a brief second, if she was like that in bed.

She had a very beautiful smile, dark hair that was pulled back into a low pony tail, the ends grazed her collarbone. The pink apron she had on, highlighted a petite frame. He let out a sigh and returned to the papers that were strewn about the table.

"So, Green Eyes, can I get you anything besides coffee?"

Dean Winchester looked up from the papers to see her standing near the table, her hand on her small hip and a pot of coffee in her left. He slid her a lust filled smile, one that made all the ladies swoon. Dean knew he was a handsome fellow and it didn't take much to get them in bed. "Well..that depends..uh.." His eyes moved from her face down to the tag that was pinned to her black shirt and took a moment to admire the swell of breasts. "What time you get off, Lana.?" He held up his empty cup so she could fill it.

She chuckled and took the mug and poured the coffee. "I work a double shift. Don't get off until tonight."

"Well," He winked at her, "Seems I'll be here one more night here."

"Interesting." Lana slid out the pad from the pocket of her apron and the pen from behind her ear. "So, can I get you some food?"

Dean shook his head and chuckled. "Two eggs, over easy, hash browns and toast."

Lana winked at him and slid the pen back behind her ear. She leaned forward a bit and whispered. "I get off at eight."

"See you then." Dean smiled at her as she turned from his table and walked to the counter to put in his order. He shook his head as he watched her hips swing back and forth and let out a low whistle. "Hot damn."

The clock seem to tease her, the second hand moved way to slow as it made its rotation around the face. Her chin was braced with her palms, her elbows supported them on the counter and she let out a bored sigh. Not a single customer was in the restaurant, but she learned a long time ago to never breathe a word about that. Because once she did, a flood of people would come.

One more hour and she was out of this dump and one that date with that hot guy from early that morning. She had noticed him the moment he had strolled in, an air of confidence about him. He was cocky and smart mouthed but seemed to have a kind smile towards her.

"Lana!"

She jumped and sat up too quickly, almost crying out in pain when her teeth bit down on her tongue as her elbow hit the counter. She turned around to see an older woman with an plump waistline staring at her. "Yeah?"

"Lord child," Doris Adams clucked her tongue as she sat some napkins and silverware on the bar. "I was calling you for like a minute. Nice day dream?"

Lana felt her cheeks burn as she grabbed some napkins and began rolling the silverware in them, a mundane taks, but something that would get her eyes off of Freckles. "Sorry Doris."

"I worry about you child," Doris looked over the rim of her glasses at the young girl, " You spend all your time working. I know it's hard going back to that empty house."

Lana glanced a look at Doris, a smile on her face. "Well, it just so happens that I have a date here in an hour."

"With you?" Doris stopped folding the napkins to stare in disbelief at Lana. She had known the young girl for a year and not once had she gone on a single date.

"Remember that man that man that came in this morning? Dark hair? Leather jacket, dreamy green eyes," Lana finished with a sigh.

"Seems you got the bug," Doris chuckled. She grabbed the napkin from Lana's hand. "I need some eggs from the fridge out back. Can you please be a dear and go get some?"

Lana let out a sigh and wiped her hands on her apron and walked through the kitchen to where the walk in fridge was located in the back. She grabbed hold of the silver hand and paused as she heard a noise behind her. She turned her head, her eyes moving back and forth along the small room. Satisfied that it was just her imagination, she turned to the fridge.

Her hands smoothed along the wall as she tried to find the switch and in one heart stopping moment, she was certain something was in there with you. Images of a some kind of monster flashed in her head as she desperately tried to find the switch. In a loud buzz, the lights finally snapped on and she let out a breath as she realized it was just her mind working over board. She chuckled to herself as she stepped inside and walked over to where the carton of eggs were located.

She had her hand on the carton, when a strong entered her nose and she gagged. She put the back of her hand to her nose and scowled. She coughed as the smell of rotten eggs burned her nose. She poked her head out of the fridge.

"Hey Doris! I think these eggs are bad!"

When she turned back to the eggs, her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out.

Standing where there was once nothing, was a man with a bald head. Strange looking tattoos covered his entire body and a smile was on his face as he stared at her. When he came to her, his eyes bean to glow an eerily shade of blue. When he lifted his hand, the tattoo on his palm, glowed the same color. Lana let out a scream as her back hit the wall and the hand slowly came to her forehead.

A smile was on his face as the Impala sped down the black highway, his fingers drumming to the classic rock tune that was blasting from the stero and he was in a good mood. It had been a long time since Dean felt so carefree and alive, but he had to thank a certain little waitress for that. Now, he just had to wait a few more hours. It was a shame it was only going to be for one night.

The cell phone that was in the passenger seat began to ring and Dean took his eyes off the road to see Sammy written across the screen. He let out a sigh, knowing his date was just about to be cancelled.

He swiped it off the leather seat and with one hand on the wheel, he flipped it open with the other and put it to his ear as he corrected the car. "Yeah?"

"Where you at?"

"Just a few miles from the motel," Dean leaned foward and turned the dial and shut the music off. "What's up Sammy?"

"Bobby called..."

"Uh..huh..no way Sam," Dean grumbled. Every damn time he wanted a little rest and relaxation, Bobby called. It was like that old codger had ESP or something. "It's my night off."

"Two women have gone missing," Sam continued as if Dean didn't even answer him. "We have to head out to Illinois."

"Son of a bitch." Dean slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Be packed and ready. I'll be there in five." He slammed the phone shut with his hand and tossed it on the seat. He flipped the music back on and sighed. God how he was starting to hate this job.