Later…
The Winchester boys stepped out of the snow-covered impala. And began to walk in the middle of the deserted street.
"This town is weird. I haven't seen anyone out at all." Dean said, glancing around. Sam peered in every window, until he reached the library.
"This is it." Sam said, stopping Dean in his tracks.
"Oh. What's so bad about using your laptop for research?" Dean asked.
"Well I would use it if I could find it!" Sam replied, throwing Dean a dirty look.
"Sammy's quite the scatterbrain now isn't he?" Dean said mockingly. Sam opened the door and shoved Dean inside.
The library was about as lively as a graveyard. Well maybe not the kind of graveyard's Sam and Dean knew…
But Dean paid no attention to his surroundings. A young woman sat behind the main desk. Her short brown hair in curls. She wore a blue jumper- the color of her eyes. Dean had not taken his eyes off her since they had entered the room.
She looked up, and her eyes met his.
"Eh, I know you think your God's gift to woman but I don't think they appreciate you staring so much." Sam muttered to Dean.
Sam nudged him, and Dean stumbled forward. Sam walked off quickly, leaving Dean and her alone.
"Are you ok?" She asked, concern in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine thanks." He said, playing his cool. The woman just laughed.
"I'm Dana Johnson by the way." She said to Dean, holding out her hand. Dean took it.
"Hi, I'm Dean Winchester." He said, an obvious attraction between the two.
"So what brings you to this dump?" She asked, eyeing him up and down. A gorgeous smile on her face, showing straight white teeth.
"Me and my brother Sam just joined the local paper, we were just following up a story." Dean said.
"Really? Maybe I could give you some help. I've lived in this town for a few months. After a while it's a custom to know everything that's going on." She said jokingly, glancing down at the paper in front of her. "So what story was it?" She asked.
"Well we were wondering if you knew about a man called James Hendricks." He said,
Dana's face went pale.
"He was killed last week in really strange circumstances." He continued.
Dana's stomach churned as he waited patiently for an answer. She did not know what it was about Dean, but she felt like she wanted to be at least a bit honest with him.
"Yeah I knew him. He was my boyfriend," Dana said, straightening up.
"Oh." Dean said with a slight frown written on his face.
"We broke up a few weeks ago though." Dana finished.
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said sympathetically. Dana giggled nervously.
"Don't worry about it. To be honest he was a complete jerk," She said. "You don't need to be sympathetic, I'm dealing with it fine." She said with a forced smile.
"Well, would you mind me asking you a few more questions later? Say around 8.00? He asked.
Dana walked around the desk towards him, and stood right in front of him, opened his hand and placed a small piece of paper with a mob number into his palm.
"If you're asking me out, then 8.00 sound's great."
Dana turned and walked over to the storeroom, flashing dean a smile as she walked.
Dean stood there for a moment in the practically empty library, his heart thumping in his chest. He walked over to the corner Sam sat, grinning from ear to ear.
Sam tore his eyes away from the computer.
"You're unbelievable!" He said irritably.
"Why thank you…" Dean replied with a smirk.
"It's just unbelievable how you've been in this town about 2 hours and already you've got yourself a date!" He said.
"She's not just any date Sammy," Dean said. "She's different."
"Ok. Whatever that means…. Well anyway I've actually done research and…" Sam said, turning the screen to Dean, another article appearing on the screen. "James Hendricks didn't have a heart attack. And no gunshot or knife wounds. The police records said that there was no bodily harm apart from finger marks on his head." Sam said. Dean looked at him like he was crazy.
"Then how exactly did he die?" Dean queried. Sam frowned at him.
"To be honest, I don't know. But it was as if… the life was sucked out of him."