Uncanny Resemblances
Wham!
Dean looked up as the door to the bar slammed against the wall. He peered over his beer bottle to see who had entered the bar with such tenacity. His eyes wandered over to the woman who was making her way over to one of the pool tables. She was about 5'4 with a slender figure. She had shoulder length chestnut brown hair that contrasted with her pale skin. Her dark jeans hugged and accentuated the few curves she did have, and her brown leather jacket was a sign that she had an edge to her.
"Hey Dean"
Dean was shaken from his thoughts, remembering that he and Sam were working a job.
"Dude, what's been up with you lately? I looked past when you were pushing away cheeseburgers and when you didn't pick up any chicks on Valentine's Day, but we're working a job here. Dean, you can't be zoning out when we need to be on top of our game. So I'm going to ask you again, is everything okay?"
Dean glanced up at his brother, not sure how to respond.
"Sammy, I'm fine. I just need to clear my head so I think I'm going to go play some pool for a bit."
He got up and left Sam to do some more research on his laptop. He walked over to the pool table where the girl in the leather jacket was taking her winnings from a disgruntled biker.
"Alright, thanks for losing. Anyone else up to lose some cash?" she hollered loud enough for the whole bar to hear.
"I'm game" Dean said, which caused her to turn and face him.
For the first time since she walked in Dean was able to see her face. His breath hitched in his throat. This girl looked exactly like Jo Harvelle.
'But that's not possible,' he thought 'she died back in Carthage'.
A look of recognition flashed in the girl's eyes, but quickly vanished.
"Oh-kay buddy. You ready to lose? The names Jane, what's yours?"
"D-Dean" he stuttered, still taken aback.
They walked over to the pool table where Dean racked and Jane got ready to break. Dean was distracted the entire game by Jane's uncanny resemblance to Jo.
"Dude quit staring," she said, laughing, "it's your turn".
Dean tried to keep his cool, but somehow managed to scratch twice in a row before eventually losing completely.
"Are you alright there Dean-o? You seemed a bit distracted?"
"Yeah, I'm good. You just look like someone I used to know" he explained, handing her the $100 she earned from winning.
He looked back at Sam, who was too busy staring at his laptop to even notice Dean and Jane. Dean was about to ask Jane if she wanted a drink when the door to the bar was slammed open, again. Dean looked up just as someone yelled out Jane's name. A middle-aged woman with, obviously dyed, red hair was motioning for Jane to leave with her. He was only seeing her from the side, but besides the hair she seemed to look like Ellen.
"Thanks for the game Dean. Maybe I'll see ya around" Jane said, before following the woman out of the bar.
Dean walked back to the table completely perplexed. Same looked up as Dean sat down.
"Dude, you look like you just saw a ghost. And I mean that in the figurative way, not like you really just saw a spirit."
Dean just shook his head and stared at the door the two women had just exited. Had he seen a ghost? Or was there some other explanation as to why the two women would bear such an uncanny resemblance to Jo and Ellen Harvelle?