Just Not That Into You…Yet
-Dean is 25 and Tasha is 21. Takes place in California. Tasha left Sam at Stanford 6 months ago and is a waitress at a bar and grill-
Dean and John took their seats in the back corner and ordered a couple of beers. The two men filed out the police reports and combed them over for any details that would scream supernatural. The waitress came back to their table with their beers. Her blonde hair nicely straightened and it hung a few inches below her shoulders. She put the two beers on the table and stood over them. John elbowed Dean, reminding him to tip her. He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a five. As he looked up a sexy smirk crossed his lips.
"Here you go…Natasha." Dean said reading her name tag. John sighed and elbowed him again, signaling now wasn't the time to think about sex. Dean shook off his dad's advice and turned to continue his flirting, but the girl was already gone. Dean looked around for her and managed to catch a glimpse of her escaping out the back door. He gave up and went back to looking at the map with John.
"Whatever we're dealing is making a pattern." John said drawing some sort of symbol on the map. He connected the marks of where the killings took place. He'd never seen that type of symbol before, and by the looks of the killing patterns it would kill in this city, most likely sometime this week.
"I'm gonna take this one on my own, Dean." John said putting the case information away.
"What? Why? Whatever this is it could kill you, Dad. You need my help." Dean argued.
"I want you to watch over your brother." John admitted.
"So that's why we're here…to spy on Sammy? Dean asked.
"No, I just want to make sure he's safe." John rebutted.
"Fine, I'll do it." Dean reluctantly agreed.
John paid his bill and left Dean in the bar. Dean ordered one more and walked out the door. He got into the Impala and decided to take a short cut down one of the side roads to Stanford. As the Impala turned the corner, the headlights hit an object in at the end. Dean turned down his lights a bit to see a human figure pressed against the wall. He looked even closer and realized it was the waitress from the bar, but now she had bloody cuts on her arms and across her shirt. Dean shot out of the car and rushed over to her.
"What happened?" Dean asked her. She didn't answer him. He looked her over. The ends of her hair were stained with blood and her blue eyes were wild with fear.
"It's on the walls…" She muttered quietly.
"What'd it look like?" Dean asked. He quickly noted that he needed to get this girl out of here. Whatever his dad had left to find, had already found him.
"It's…just…shadow." She muttered.
"Alright let's get somewhere where there's lots of light." Dena concluded. He took the woman by her waist and managed to get her to inside the Impala. She seemed stiff and scared. Dean ignited the engine and proceeded to call his dad and warn him that he'd encountered the ghost, and that somehow it was on the walls. John didn't answer so Dean drove her to a well-lit gas station. He slipped his jacket over her bare arms and bought her a water bottle from the small store. He tried John again and still couldn't reach him, so Dean let out a frustrated sigh and just left John a message saying what had happened and for him to call him. Dean turned back to the girl in his car and cleaned up a few of her cuts.
"You feel better now?" Dean asked her handing the bottle of water. She took a sip and put it right back down into the cup holder.
"What the hell was that?" She asked.
"I'm not exactly sure." Dean answered. "What's your name anyway?"
"I'm Natasha…" She answered quietly. She was trying to calm herself down.
"Daniel Turner." Dean lied. He was under a new name like always. She nodded and took a few more deep breaths.
"I think, I'm okay now." Natasha said. Dean smiled as she opened the door and got out. She nodded to him and lipped a thank you and walked off.
Dean sped off out of the light and into the darkness. He tried his dad once again, but got no answer, so he decided to head back to the hotel to see if he was there.