The convention center was jam packed. Syd tried to repress a shiver as she took a couple steps further up the stairs; Charlie was talking to their friend Ren. Somehow they had secured part of the bench and were looking at the different panels for Saturday. Syd didn't feel comfortable that close to the wave of people, so she had decided to watch out for their fourth musketeer. Lucy should be entering any moment now. Apparently, she'd met someone the previous night at the hotel, and they hadn't heard back from her until this morning.

Syd was happy for Lucy, albeit worried. Lucy was the most introverted of their group, and quite frankly Syd was worried about this mystery man. However, Lucy was an adult and capable of making her own decisions, or so Charlie told Syd. Although Syd had come to the realization that she might be projecting, she was still on edge. The mystery man Syd had dealt with turned out to be Lucifer, so maybe it was wise to be cautious.

The doors opened again, and Syd snapped back into focus. Lucy strode into the convention center. Syd gave her a wave but realized that something was wrong. The look of rage on her face sent chills up Syd's spine. Lucy was shy and gentle, and this almost looked like a different person. Syd tried to quickly get back down the steps, but a wave of people got in her way. Soon there was a crowd around where Lucy had vanished. Seeing the horrorstricken looks on Charlie and Ren's faces, Syd ran back up the stairs to get a better look.

Lucy had another girl's hair in her hands and was clearly trying to rip it out. An uneasy pressure hit Syd as she found her eyes drawn to look outside away from the fight. In front of the fountain, there was a lone man sitting outside and watching the fight with smug satisfaction. As though he felt the same pressure, his head turned, and his eyes met hers. Surprise gave way to amusement, and he threw her a smirk and a wave.

An unexpected anger flooded Syd, and she quickly ran down the stairs, pushing through people to get outside. Security was breaking up the scuffle as she ran outside. The evening air felt cool and crisp, but it gave Syd no real comfort as she looked around the front of the building. He had disappeared. There was no sign that he'd ever even been there. Syd looked back inside; Charlie and Ren were probably looking for her in the chaos that followed the fight.

However, she felt compelled to at least check the side of the building before going back inside. If he wasn't there, she would go find out what happened with Lucy. Besides now that the surge of adrenaline had worn off, she felt kind of foolish. Just because some creep was getting off on watching a catfight doesn't mean he somehow started it.

"What am I doing?" Syd whispered to herself before she quickly and quietly peeked around the side. Sure enough, a man was leaning on the side of the building a few meters away with a pipe sticking out of his mouth. Syd quickly took cover again. Okay, so maybe Mr. Holmes over there had just decided to go outside for a quick smoke; Syd was both disappointed and relieved. She'd gotten a bit of excitement recently and was clearly hoping for more. It had started to get dark, so Syd decided to back inside.

"Looking for a little excitement?" a deep voice asked from the dark.

Syd spun around to see the stranger peering at her from around the corner. His black eyes glittered in the dark like a cat's, fixated on a new toy. Syd noticed that he had an accent, Irish maybe. Holding his gaze, she took a step backwards towards the entrance of the building. He tilted his head as though confused. As he took a step toward her, she took one back, still holding his gaze coldly.

"Sorry if I frightened you," he said with a kind smile, but Syd didn't drop her guard.

"No problem. I don't think you're all that frightening," Syd replied evenly.

"Good to hear. My name's Sean. What's yours?" he asked holding out his hand.

Syd felt an odd urge to grab his hand but restrained herself. "Sydney," she said as she took another step back. She reached her hand into her pocket. Dean and Sam had told her about demons and how to deal with them. She had to get a tattoo, which was actually pretty cool, and she always carried some salt on her just in case. As her hand closed around the salt, her urge to shake his hand faded.

"What a lovely name. Sydney, I was wondering if you could help me with something," he said cheerfully as he snapped his fingers.

As Sean took a step towards her, Syd realized with panic that her legs wouldn't move. His smile became more catlike again; he must have done some sort of magic. As he got closer, Syd's fingers went loose around the salt, and she relaxed.

"Syd?! You out here?" Charlie called from the entrance, and Syd once again grasped the salt. She flung the salt at him and ran to Charlie, practically dragging her inside. Charlie must have realized that something was very wrong and looked at Syd with concern.

"I'm calling Sam," Syd quickly Charlie, who was shocked but nodded with approval.