Author's Note: Hello Readers! This is my first Supernatural fanfiction and I'm very excited about it and I hope for this story to go far. Thanks for clicking, and enjoy the ride. ;)
"It says here that common folklore regarding Ghouls, that once the victim is consumed, the ghoul can then take on the shape of the victim for however long it wants." said Sam Winchester while scrolling on his laptop for more information on the thing that has been reportedly killing people all over Iowa for the past week.
"Well that could explain why Marsha Wittingworth saw her husband, Joe walking around the block 24 hours after he was found half eaten in their driveway. But that doesn't explain why "Joe" was able to reminisce on the good old days with one of the neighbors." Dean Winchester pointed out as he was busy flipping through channels while lounging on one of the old, dusty motel queen beds.
"Well, it says here that in some cases, they can actually obtain memories from the person who's form they are taking." Sam replied.
"Hmm." Dean grunted, eyes still fixed on the TV, obviously not invested in the research part of this particular hunt.
"What's interesting is, according to the news Joe Wittingworth was last seen at the Roadhouse bar a block over from here." said Sam.
"So what? The guy wanted a drink. I don't see what that's got to do with anything." Dean said, taking one last swig of his first beer of the night.
"So, all the other victims were last seen at bars too. Maybe that's where these guys pick up their victims." Sam pointed out.
"Well, drunk and vulnerable married dudes in their forties do seem like easy targets." Dean shrugged, getting up from the bed and throwing the empty bottle towards the trash can, and missing. The shatter of glass gained Dean an eye roll from his younger brother.
"So what do you say? We scope out the same bar Joe was last seen and see if we can find anything?" said Sam, shutting his laptop.
"As long as you're buying the drinks." said Dean, walking past Sam and opening the door of the motel room.
Sam and Dean exited the 1967 Chevrolet Impala and headed toward the entryway to the Roadhouse Resturaunt and Bar. As they entered, the two young men saw nothing out of the ordinary. It looked like a typical small town joint on a Friday night. Dean scanned the room and his eyes stopped on the girl working behind the bar.
"Well, if you see anything out of the ordinary, holler. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go check out that." said Dean with a smirk on his face as he headed towards the bar.
"Dean!" Sam grunted as he followed Dean, annoyed with his older brother.
They sat down at the bar that was nearly empty except for an old man who looked like he could die of liver failure any day, and a younger man talking to a woman who looked like she hadn't come to the bar intending to leave alone. And with a light pocket.
As Sam and Dean took their seats, the bartender Dean had been admiring turned around. She had light olive toned skin, with loosely curled dark brown hair that reached just below her bust-which Dean deemed quite impressive looking in the light gray tank top she was wearing. He quickly turned his gaze to her light hazel eyes, so it wouldn't look like he was staring. Even though he was.
"I'll take your guys' order after I get my table over there." she said as she finished drying out an empty cup with a towel.
As she walked over and took the order of the two men sitting at a table across the room, Dean couldn't help but notice how nicely her black skinny jeans looked on her as well. She was slim, with everything in the right places.
"Dean, quit eye boggling the waitress and pay attention. We have some ghouls to look out for in here. We can't afford to miss them just because your teen boy hormones are acting up." Sam said, clearly irritated.
"Oh come on, live a little Sammy. Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can be the one who asks what time she gets off. I can easily find another one." Dean said winking at his brother, who returned the wink with an eyeroll.
"Sorry guys, what can I get you?" the girl said as she rounded the corner of the bar and looked at the two Winchesters, waiting for an answer.
Just then, a very tall middle aged man with a beer gut rounded the corner of the bar. His name tag read Doug.
"Aubrey, don't lean on the counter. And you always take bar orders first." he said sternly and a bit irritated to the waitress who only reached just above the top of his beer gut. Sam and Dean presumed him to be the manager of the joint.
Doug turned to Sam and Dean with a smile. "I'm sorry about that boys, she's new." he said to the Winchester's, guesturing toward the pretty bartender as if she couldn't hear. Dean now saw that her nametag read Aubrey. "What can I get you boys to drink?" Doug continued.
"Uh, two Heinekins please." Sam said, the awkward situation being obvious.
"Coming right up." Doug smiled and headed toward the back of the bar to get their bottles from the fridge. "That's how you do it." he whispered in Aubrey's ear.
She rolled her eyes which went to show she obviously had an attitude, and went to wipe off the other side of the bar with a damp rag. Dean continued to eye her, dissappointed that Doug stepped in and took their order instead of her.
Sam looked around the bar, eyeing their surroundings for suspicious activity as Dean watched the bartender make the old man across the bar another drink.
"Faster." Doug said to Aubrey as he returned with Sam and Dean's beers. She turned around and gave him a nasty look as he was turned around placing the bottles in front of the Winchesters.
"I think she's doing fine." Dean spoke up, almost snapping at the manager, who didn't quite know what to say.
"Enjoy." Doug finally said, and then walked away, revealing the waitress looking at them, almost smirking.
She came over to the Winchester boys and poured both of them a shot of whiskey, obviously on the house.
"Thanks. Doug's an asshat." she said putting the bottle down.
"Anything for a pretty girl such as yourself." Dean said.
She gave a little smirk and an eye roll. "Wow. I never hear that working here." she said sarcastically.
"If you don't mind me asking, have you seen anything out of the ordinary here lately?" Sam interjeted, trying to get information on the case.
She grabbed a rag and continued to wipe down the counter. She shrugged. "No, nothing that comes to mind."
The young woman obviously did not enjoy her job in the least and wasn't in a very chatty mood, so Sam didn't continue asking.
After they had finished their drinks and were getting ready to leave, Dean piped up. "So uh, if you don't mind me asking, what time do you get off?" he asked the waitress flirtatiously.
She looked at Dean. "Ha. Not on your time buddy." she said rolling her eyes and chuckling as if she heard that every night. One of the gentler ways Dean had been turned down. He had to admit, this one was a bit more disappointing.
RING
Sam and Dean were both jolted awake by the sound of the hotel room phone ringing.
"I'm not gettin' it." slurred Dean, still half asleep and his head buried underneath his pillow.
Sam groaned and reached over to grab the phone. "Hello?"
"What the hell. I tried calling you two idjits on your cell phones three times!" Bobby Singer's voice said coming through the phone loud enough so that Dean could hear as well.
"Sorry, Bobby. Late night." Sam said still waking up.
"Well wake up and get over here. There's someone I want you to meet." Bobby's gruff voice said over the phone.
"Who?" Dean asked, sitting up now and rubbing his tired eyes.
"They might be able to help with this whole ghoul mess. You'll see. Just get over here. And hurry. It's an hour drive from where you are and I don't got all day." said Bobby, just before hanging up.
"Well, he sure is getting crabbier with age." retorted Dean.
And like that, the Winchester duo headed down to Sioux Falls to see who Bobby was talking about.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Review and tell me what you think so far. Who do you think Bobby's guest is? ;) Leave your guesses.
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~Zaya