A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating this story. Life has been hectic, not to mention I've been working on some other stories, and I got the idea to change this story up a bit.

Now, there will be two different timelines in this story- the past and the present (set in the third season, but AU obviously). Let me know what you think of the new idea! Thank you to those who have reviewed (Yammy, Simone1, and Brown-EyedAngel1234) I really appreciate it. If I get enough reviews liking the new change, I'll keep it up.

The bar was similar to other bars; hidden in a smoky haze with various state license plates on the wall and music blaring from a tiny jukebox in the corner. While Dean searched for the bathrooms, Sam found a booth for them and quickly whipped out his trusty laptop. Lips issued a soundless thank you for the WiFi coming from the next door business, and Sam got back to task of trying to identify the latest demon. They had been in Ithaca, New York for two days now and were no closer to determining who (or what) was kidnapping young women from the streets. Sam was searching yet another website when Dean slid in the booth across from him, two beers in hand.

"Any luck?" he asked.

"No," Sam answered, the frustration evident in his voice. "We've looked up pretty much every demon/god/spirit known to man, and absolutely nothing matches the clues we've found. Were you able to get a hold of Bobby?"

"No," Dean replied, the same frustration edging its way into the elder Winchester's voice. "I don't know whether he's on a case, but he's not answering his phone. I don't know how worried to be yet. But I did leave another voicemail, so fingers are crossed. Dude, this sucks."

"I know."

"So let's run this through one more time. What do we know so far?"

Sam ticked off the items on his fingers. "One, it's been young women who have been abducted off the street; usually between the ages of 20 to 25. Two, besides the age, there is nothing else in common with the disappearances, which is why the cops haven't figured it out yet. We have everything from college students to the homeless disappearing. Three, the disappearances have been happening between a six-block radius, which would make you think maybe something in the sewers. However, as our search yesterday proved, there is nothing down there."

"Besides some rats the size of footballs," Dean shuddered.

Sam smiled at the recollection of Dean's girly scream when one of those said rats had landed on his brother's head. He was just about to tease Dean once again when one of the waitresses interrupted.

"Anything else, boys?" she asked, eyes on Dean.

"Two more beers, please; and maybe a number," he winked.

The girl seemed oblivious to Sam's rolling eyes as she smiled back. "The beers I can do. But as for that number, you'll have to work harder." With a wink of her own, the blonde headed back to the bar, swinging her hips more than usual; eliciting a groan of appreciation from Dean.

"Seriously, Dean, focus. We're on a case. And might I remind you, a case that is nowhere near being solved."

"Whatever, Sammy. There is always time for a fine woman. If you can't find the time to get to…know such beauty, especially these days; then death has already won."

"Look, Dean. I have been more than…agreeable lately with your attitude but it's becoming ridiculous. If you…"

The blonde waitress interrupted once again with their beers. As she took her time setting them down on the table, Dean smiled at Sam before turning all of his attention to the young woman.

"So, beautiful, what's your name?"

"Jenny."

"Well, Jenny. My brother and I work for the government, we can't tell you what branch, and were wondering if you had noticed anything strange going on."

"Strange? I can't really think of anything off hand, but if you really wanted to know, Drea would be the one to ask. She tends to know all of that stuff."

"How so?" Sam asked, unable to hide his irritation as the girl blinked at him as if just realizing his existence.

"Oh, she's a journalism student who bartends here part-time. She knows everything that is going on in the area. Even the police come to her for help sometimes."

"I think we would like to meet her. Is she working tonight?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Jenny replied, her eyes leaving Dean's face to look at a nearby clock. "She was supposed to be here at 9; it's unlike her to be late. When she comes in, I'll send her over."

"Thanks," Dean gave the blonde his biggest smile.

With a slight blush she nodded, and headed back to the bar, calling over her shoulder, "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Oh, I will," Dean muttered watching her walk away. "8 out of 10, wouldn't you agree?"

"Agree to what?" Sam asked absently.

"Her walk, she has a fantastic walk."

"Focus, Dean. Focus."

"We got nothing Sam, so what's wrong with a little fun tonight?"

"My sanity."

"Maybe she has a friend for you. Maybe this Drea girl will have pity on you."

"Have you no decency?"

"I agree," came a new voice. The brothers looked to the end of their table to see a petite girl with a smile on her face and dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Jenny said you two had some questions for me. What can I help you with?"

"We just have a few questions about this neighborhood Dean replied, quickly flipping a forged FBI badge at the girl.

"Why?"

"We're working a case," Dean told her, leaning back casually in a seat.

"And so you're asking questions at a random bar, while drinking? I wouldn't have thought that allowed; government protocols and all that."

'Yes, well. We can't give too much information about the case out. So you'll just have to trust us."

"Why?" was her droll response.

Dean looked at his brother for help only to find Sam staring at the girl. Dean had to admit she was cute, but didn't warrant this sort of response from his usually logical brother. It would figure he goes gaga over some girl when I need him clear-headed, Dean thought to himself. It was Sam's job to turn on his puppy eyes and get everyone to believe him instantly, not Dean's. He was there simply for the sarcastic remarks and to bring style to the hunting world. Dean was racking his brain for a plan when Sam finally opened his mouth.

"Andy?"