Don't own, just having shameless fun. Thank my friends, they fuel the madness and force its birth. I'm just the vessel.

The first time Dean saw her was sitting with Death in the pizza place in Chicago. When he first walked into the place he scoffed to himself about how the whole city walks right by a restaurant full of frigging dead bodies. In the middle of one of the awkward silences the door open and a blonde girl poked her head in.

"Ya'll do realize that everyone in here is dead, yeah?" Her voice had just a hint of Texas drawl and her blue eyes were laughing, seemingly unconcerned by the dead bodies and stiff glare Death was giving her.

"Yeah, thanks," Dean starts to reach for one of his badges, but the girl shrugs.

"No big, just checking to make sure. Ya'll got it in hand?"

"Uhm, yes."

"Great, storm's coming, might wanna head home, where ever that is. Later." And she shuts the door behind her, walking away. Dean hopes she survives the storm.

The next was right after he started hunting with Sam again. It was just a poltergeist terrorizing an entire city block in New York, not a big deal. Dean had heard screams coming from a warehouse, and again wondering why so many people just kept walking, ran to help. He wasn't alone, when the damn thing had him cornered against a wall two girls skidded into the room.

One was the girl from the pizza shop, the other obviously her friend. "Well. That's not normal." Pizza shop comments, wide eyed at the apparition.

"No shit," the other snarks, "Why are we here again?"

"The screams."

Around that time Dean gets over his shock, unfortunately so does the poltergeist, which starts after the girls. They dodge, one to each side, and two hands grip Dean's coat, hauling him out a side door he hasn't noticed.

"Are there still people here?" pizza shop demands.

Dean nods, "First story."

The girls share a glance and the newer one sighs, turning to Dean, "You got the freaky glowy thing back there?"

"Yeah, it's just a—"

"Save the crap, c'mon, we'll get the people out."

Dean manages not to gape too badly after the girls scamper back downstairs.

He and Sam send the poltergeist to where ever it's going and get out of town. Dean doesn't mention the two blonde girls that keep popping up everywhere. Maybe he should have.

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