The air was getting colder, that's for sure. Dean pulled his leather jacket around him tighter in the October breeze as he and his brother made their way down a street in Havana, Illinois. People were walking past them with wine in their hands and smiles on their faces. The festival across the street was roaring with excitement in the small town, the smell of freshly grilled bratwursts tempting the older Winchester boy more than once.
Orange, red, and yellow leaves crunched beneath their shoes as they held warm cups of cider in frozen hands. The way the air smelt made Dean close his eyes for a moment in pleasure. He loved autumn, no matter how pansy that sounded. Just the smell of burning leaves and the oncoming winter was enough to make even his cold heart smile from time to time.
Nodding his head slightly at a few flirtatious girls, he didn't even take notice to their short skirts or low cut tops. What was wrong with him lately? Usually he would have jumped at the chance, but oh no. Not anymore. Now he was a good citizen who left frozen hooker look-alikes to other guys that walked by.
Sure the upcoming apocalypse might have had something to do with it, or the fact that he had been brutally mauled by hell dogs months before. Seriously though, a few months in hell really killed his libido. Other than a few random flirting moments, he was just doing nothing but hunting.
Sad day when Dean Winchester doesn't want sex.
Downing the rest of his apple cider, he threw the styrofoam cup into a waste basket next to a pretzel stand. Looking up at Sam like a lost puppy, he pouted while looking at the golden brown soft pretzels turning around and around in front of him. His brother quickly smacked the back of his head and pushed him forwards.
"Why the hell can't we eat? I'm starving here Sammy!" He groaned, kicking one foot into the ground while shoving his hands into his pockets.
"We weren't sent here to eat pretzels and cheese Dean. After we're done, I'm sure you can pig out as much as you want to." Sam said somewhat sympathetically, walking against the wind towards a large brick building.
"If I can't, I'm complaining really loudly. Just be warned," Dean mumbled, opening the door to the apartment building as his brother walked in.
Rubbing his hands together to gather some of the warmth from the building, he smiled at a few of the residents. Looking up, he stared at the giant lamp hanging from the top floor that splashed sparkling light against every wall in the place. It shuttered slightly as someone closed a door upstairs.
"It's over here," Sam said suddenly, breaking Dean out of his trance from the lights.
Following his brother over to a wall, they stared at the long call list in the building searching for a certain name. Starting with the first floor, they carefully leafed out all the non-contenders until Sam pointed one of his long fingers at a name towards the bottom of the list.
LEONA PRESCOTT & REBECCA MATTHEWS-- 409
"That wasn't too hard," Dean smiled, walking over to the elevators and pushing an up button.
Rocking back on his heels as it descended from the top floor, he smiled at an old couple as they walked past him. The old lady winked at him behind her husbands back, making Dean laugh in the back of his throat as Sam looked at him weird.
Hearing his phone ring suddenly, he yanked it out of his pocket and looked the caller ID before picking up.
"Hey, Bobby."
"Dean, how are you?" Bobby asked, writing something down as he spoke to Dean. At least that's what it sounded like.
"We're good Bobby, just waiting on the elevator. Do you have any news?" Sam was staring over at him intently, hoping that their mentor had good news, not the opposite.
"Seems another gates been open up in Wyoming son, we're losing them quick," Bobby said sadly, referring to Lillith's ongoing destruction.
"Son of a bitch," Dean swore, quickly saying goodbye and looking for something to punch in the lobby. He seriously didn't need anymore frustration right now.
"Dean, elevator," Sam drawled, pointing to the open doors as he walked forward without him. Giving up on his search for violence, he jumped in along his brother and pushed the button for the fourth floor.
Twirling the silver ring on his right ring finger around, he started wondering how much longer it would be until they lost this battle. Honestly, he knew they weren't doing well right now and hunters were dying left and right. If this meeting didn't work out, they were up shit's creek without a paddle.
"How are we doing this again? We can't mess this up," Dean muttered the last bit under his breath, running both hands through his hair as he wished the elevator to go faster.
"He said he'd meet us up here, right?" Dean nodded up at his brother, "So we just make small talk I guess. Maybe we tell her we're waiting for her roommate to get back. It did say Leona and Rebecca."
As Sam shrugged his wide shoulders, Dean tried to come up with a good story to make the girl trust them long enough to get their point across. Maybe act like Rebecca's boyfriend? Brother? Something had to work.
"Right, gotcha," Dean smirked, checking down the hallway when they reached the fourth floor. It looked clear, from what he could tell at least. No demons, that had to be good.
They walked down a few hallways before they came to a bright blue door with bronze numbers that read 409. Looking up at his little brother, he shrugged his shoulders and watched as Sam knocked on the door rapidly with his knuckles.
"She's not going to attack us you know. Well, at least not that we know of." Sam's forehead creased a little, listening for footsteps nervously.
"I reckon we should have brought flowers. You know, in case she's one of those girly girls," Dean joked, standing up straighter when the door opened. A short brunette girl looked up at them carefully, her glasses on the end of her nose as she smirked.
"I was wondering when you two would show up."
