It was only supposed to be another hunt for the two Winchesters. A quick salt and burn. Except that wasn't what it turned out being...
"Sammy! Hurry up!" the older of the Winchester brother's, Dean, yelled as he and his brother Sam ran from the spirit intent on getting it's revenge.
He could feel his lungs beginning to seize as the increased effort he put into his sprint caught up with him. Sammy was right behind him, panting and wheezing, with their father's journal clutched tightly in his hands. The spirit was gaining on them as they rounded a corner but the next time Dean looked it was gone. Not wanting to be caught by surprise the older Winchester slowed his sprint to a job while his younger brother did the same.
"Dean! Over there" Sam yelled, Dean's gaze following his brother's to a small church.
Without hesitation Dean made his way over to the small dilapidated building. He knew the hallowed ground wouldn't stop the spirit from exacting it's vengeance but he did know that it would give them time to figure out what exactly was going wrong. This hunt was supposed to be simple. It wasn't supposed to be going this badly. The bones weren't were they were supposed to be. Hell, the entire topography of the place was off. It didn't make sense and was definitely throwing the brothers off.
"What the hell is going on here Sam? We have the spirit and the haunting but where the hell is everything else?" Dean exclaimed once they were safely hidden behind the walls of the abandoned church. "I thought you researched all this shit?"
Beside him Sam was still gasping for air, his hands on his knees as he doubled over. "I did Dean. You know I did. I don't know what's going on. The bones should have been there."
Dean growled to himself as he paced the pews of the church. This shouldn't be happening. Not with the amount of research they had done before even coming out here. Quickly reigning in the hurricane of thoughts running through his head, Dean went through a mental checklist of what exactly came next. Obviously more research, a more thorough search of the grounds, even more research. Absolutely nothing the interested him. Sammy was the one to do all the research. Dean himself really only liked taking care of the demons and monsters. Therefore the only logical thing to do was to have Sam do research while he milled around the local bars asking whatever questions he could.
"Sam go look at more maps or whatever it is you do when you have to do that research thing" Dean stated firmly, leaving no room for question. "I'm gonna go question the, uh, locals."
He couldn't help the smirk on his lips as he finished speaking. Sam was giving him his best bitch face and, although it shouldn't, it really amused Dean. He knew Sam wouldn't argue. Sam knew that if he didn't do the research it wouldn't get done. Dean simply wasn't the kind of guy to sit and read through books that may or may not prove to be useful. So with a low 'jerk' Sam made his way out of the church.
"Bitch" Dean chuckled as he shook his head and followed his little brother's footsteps.
The small town of Sandpoint, Idaho was exactly that, small. The town only had a population of 8,370 people and hardly any significant local history. Well, nothing that pertained to the case at hand. Which was the main reason Dean figured he'd merely have a few and talk to the locals to see if he could dig anything up. Well, mainly he just wanted to knock back a few before returning to the hotel he and Sam were staying at until the case finished. Hopefully Sam would figure out where this vengeful spirit's remains were so they could salt and burn them, successfully wrapping up this case.
"What're you having handsome?" a busty blonde inquired, a flirty smile on her lips as she pushed her bust out even more, as Dean placed himself in a chair at the bar.
"Just a beer and you're name" he replied, flirting back with the younger girl, a smirk making it's way to his lips. "When do you get off sugar?"
The girl batted her eyes at him, walking away from him to get his much needed drink. Once she was out of sight Dean breathed a sigh of relief and let his eyes roam around the poorly lit bar. There were few patrons scattered around, some drinking their beers in silence and others flirting with the barely legal bar maids. One patron, however, did catch his attention. She sat in a far corner of the bar, her hands clasped tightly her full beer bottle. Her eyes darted around the room quickly, almost as if she was taking in every face and every detail quickly and saving it to memory.
When her oddly colored eyes met his green ones he wasn't sure if he should look away or keep up the staring contest. His mind, though, was made up when the girl tore her eyes away from his and resumed their circuit of the room. With a shake of his head he began glancing around again, his eyes stopping on the girl was currently handing him his beer with a large smile.
"Thanks sweetheart" he smirked back, noting the way her hand brushed against his before placing a napkin, with her number and what time she got off work scribbled on it, on the table in front of him.
Wordlessly she walked away, an extra sway to her hips that made majority of Dean's blood rush south. It had been quite awhile since he had had the opportunity to do the horizontal tango and he contributed that fact to how easily he was becoming aroused. Yet, when his gaze returned to the place in front of him, rather than the tantalizing bottom of the waitress, he found himself staring at the same oddly colored eyes as early. Except instead of being across the room like before she was seated directly in front of him, an all knowing smirk on her lips.
"You could do so much better than that" she drawled, her arms crossing against her chest as she continued to stare Dean down.
"Do you see any better in this bar?" Dean asked haughtily, not willing to recognize that a girl ten times more attractive than the waitress was sitting in front of him. "Dean Winchester. You?"
"Lilith" the girl spoke calmly, not alluding to the pain that was evident in her eyes at being told she wasn't good enough. "Mom and dad had a strange obsession with the occult."
At her words Dean was taken aback. His instincts were telling him to run. That this chance meeting was a trap meant to send him back to the purgatory he was freed from nearly a year before. That somehow Lilith had come back to exact revenge on him and Sammy. But the more logical side of him was telling him that Lilith was dead and had been for a year now. That Sammy had somehow exorcised her and killed her with his freak powers. It was that side that made him stay still and smirk at the girl in front of him.
"Mother of demons. Interesting. What brings you here?" he asked, his interest piqued.
"You're a hunter right?" she asked matter of factly. When Dean slowly nodded his head she sighed heavily and looked almost relieved. "Good. I need your help."