"So, you're saying that when she got up to leave she really left a poop smear on your sheet?" Kaige winced.
"Yeah! I couldn't believe it myself, but we both kinda just ignored it and she left the room after she had cleaned up a bit." Random bar guy boasted.
"Oh my gosh! That is hilarious! I mean, I'm sorry about your sheet, but… you really didn't plan on using them after you saw that, did you?" Kaige inquired.
"Well, no. That's just gross, I had to get rid of them and buy a new set of sheets." Random bar guy explained.
"Wow. I never even imagined that would or could happen. But, hey, It was good talking to you here, but I should really get home to feed my dog and let him out. But I hope we get to talk again sometime." Kaige slips a napkin to him with her phone number scribbled on there. Random bar guy looks up at her a little confused and then says, "You're really giving me your number?"
"Yeah, you seem like a nice guy, and I really need a nice guy right now." She smiles somewhat shy.
"Ok. Well thanks, it was great talking to someone so open and cool."
"Yeah!" She grabs her purse and jacket and heads for the door.
Kaige waits by a car, acting like she's looking for her keys. Random bar guy walks out the door and spots her struggling in her purse and heads over to her.
"Hey, cant find your keys?" he asks.
"Yeah, I don't know where they've gone." She frowns.
"Well, I know my car probably isn't the warmest since the heater is broken but I wouldn't mind giving you a lift." he suggests.
"I couldn't possibly make you take me there, you have to have somewhere you need to be, like bed." She giggles playfully.
"Naw, come on, it'll be fine." he insists.
"Take a left at the light, then straight for about two miles." Kaige directed.
Random bar guy nods, then begins, "So what kind of dog do you have?"
"Well, he's part Alaskan malamute and part wolf. Some people get really freaked out when I tell them what all he has in him." Kaige replied.
Random bar guy didn't falter, "Oh, he sounds like he's a handsome dog."
"He's the best I've ever owned." She smiles and her teeth shine from the moonlight coming through the sunroof of his car. She looks very pale in the moonlight, almost pale enough to see veins on the tops of her arms. She holds on to her purse loosely, obviously comfortable in the car with him. She lets her mind wander and her eyes glaze over for a moment.
"Do I need to make any turns soon?" He asks shaking her mind from it's free thoughts.
"Umm, yeah, the next left will take us to my street, turn left again immediately." she answers.
He takes a left onto Lakeview Avenue, looks at the street sign that reads "Winchester Ave."
He laughs and says, "I love your street name. My dad used to collect Winchester rifles."
"Really? That's awesome, I wanted a be be gun when I was a kid." She smiled sinisterly.
"Which one's yours?"
"Uh, 537." She points to an average size house with white siding. It looks old, shabby, a crumbling piece of history. Those walls had seen so much over the years, only if the walls could talk, random bar guy would know…
"Well, I guess this is your stop, would you like if I walked you up to the door?"
"Yeah, that would be great." Kaige agreed.
They both climbed out of his small car that had pulled in the drive way beside the house and behind the house. He held onto her shoulders walking her up the concrete path to her back stoop. It was a frigid Michigan lake night, and you could see your breath nearly a foot from your face. They both stood at the door, she pulled the key from under the welcome mat and let herself through the door.
"I'd love it if you stayed for some coffee." Kaige offered.
"Coffee sounds good."
"Great! Come on in."
"So where's your dog?" bar guy asks.
"Oh, he stays upstairs with my gama. He's really her dog, but she can't take him out too often, it hurts her legs and back. So I do most of the maintenance around here, along with my dad." She smiles friendly over her shoulder while pouring coffee grounds into the filter.
"Oh, that's too bad that she hurts." he starts glumly, "I bet the rain bothers her too, it bothered my dad after he found out he had arthritis beginning in most his joints."
"Yeah, she's been in pain more often from all the snow and rain."
The house creeks like someone is descending the stairs, the lights flicker wildly in the kitchen where Kaige and the bar guy are relaxing. The lights flip off, she hears a blade slice through air, then flesh, blood gurgling in someone's throat. The lights flip on and Kaige smiles at random bar guys body, limp in his chair, throat cut deep, her father collecting bar guys blood in a stone goblet.
"Sam!" Dean barked at a door.
"What, dean?" Sam threw back from the other side of the door.
"I need in there. You've been in there long enough you girly douche!" Dean smirked.
Sam rolled his eyes and continues getting dressed, his hair falling onto his forehead, damp and clingy. He reached into the bag that held his clothes and pulled out the silver flask with demon blood inside and began to lick it off his hand. He felt a little better now that he had his fix for the day, but he was starting to run low on the demon blood Ruby had given him a while ago. Sam was finished and opened the bathroom door.
"About fucking time, Sammy! What were u doing, putting make-up on?" Dean picked at Sam.
"Dean, I took a shower. After last night I needed one."
Dean smirks, amused. "You mean after you saw that girl? I know, Sam, she was a babe. And you," dean scoffs and chuckles humorously, "well, you were bout to blow when she grabbed you."
Sam was annoyed and pursed his lips with frustration. "Dean, I was not about to blow… she just surprised me when she…" Sam paused not wanting to satisfy dean with his argument.
*Later that day at a diner*
Sam and Dean enter through the venue door and take a seat in a booth near a back divider wall. The two of them are discussing some information about strange happenings in St. Joseph, Michigan. They were nearly there, while taking a rest in a northern town in Indiana. The waitress comes to get their order and brings their food to them soon after. The boys chow down and get ready for the remainder of their drive.
Kaige had driven the car to Warren Dunes state park to dump the car into lake Michigan. The beach patrol wasn't on this side of the beach that time of night, she knew she had about fifteen minutes to dump the body and car. She wipes everything clean, making sure no evidence of her was left behind. She went out onto the beach in the car parked briefly to situate the body in the driver seat and placed his foot on the gas. She put the car in drive and jumped back to clear the car. The car flung sand behind its tires then went sailing forward into the icy dark water. The moon shown silvery light on the top of the water, the waves lapped and the beachfront from the commotion of the car entering the water. Several minutes passed, she waited till there was no sign of the car. In the distance she saw headlights on the beach moving towards her, she darted into the wooded area following the small quiet creek that lead to the clay pits. When she reached the clay pit she sat on the banks of the creek, waiting. Ciaus, her father, came from the other side around the bend and made a gesture for her to come to him. She did so and together they disappeared into the frigid night air.