I wasn't sure why this always seemed to happen. I always tried to avoid it, but it always just happened to me. I needed privacy, but there was no way I would be able to get it now. I sat at a table, in this god forsaken bar. I hated bars. There was too many people. They always seemed to try and talk louder than the person next to them while those people were trying to talk over the jukebox. At least the food was good here. That was the only thing that I could think good about this place. I could smell the sweat of people walking around who had too much to drink. They seemed to be sweating nothing but alcohol. I hated the smell. I could hear the smack of pool balls hitting each other on the other side of the room.
Some people laughed at the stories of their day, others cried over long lost loves. Women dressed like prostitutes, while others didn't even seem to need clothes on at all. People burped and people farted, but that could have been just the words coming out of their mouths.
Did I mention that I hated bars? But considering that there wasn't even a McDonalds open at this time, I really had no other choice.
I glanced up from my laptop after I pulled up all the newspaper articles about all the men disappearing and saw Sam and the other man being seated at a table across the room. They ordered whatever they wanted from the waitress then started talking to each other in a low voice. I knew it was a low voice because they were leaning across the table just so the other could hear. I leaned back in my chair crossing my arms. My waitress had come with another beer and sat it down taking the old cup. Nodding a thanks I kept my eyes on Sam and the other man.
Something had seemed off about the two. When Sam had picked up the bags to carry them into the room, I heard the clank of metal on metal inside their bags. They were carrying weapons, I knew that much. But why was a different question. I wondered if they were Hunters like me. I watched as Sam pulled out a laptop and sit it on the table then turned it on to see if there was a wifi connection. I looked on the screen of my own laptop memorizing the pictures on the articles before looking back at Sam's computer.
When he pulled up the articles that I was looking at, I decided to join them. Getting up after closing my laptop and chugging the rest of my beer, I walked over to them slowly to see if I could hear some of their conversation before interrupting. I heard the other man if they had any connections, but that still wasn't enough to tell me if they were Hunters like me. I sat down in a spare chair at their table crossing my arms.
"This is my case, back off," I said glaring at both of them.
"Claire?" Sam asked flabbergasted.
"Wait, isn't she," the other man asked looking at Sam before turning his attention back on me. "Aren't you?"
"I know who you are and I know why you're here. This is my case so back off."
"You're a Hunter?" Sam asked grinning at me. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
"What was the first clue?" The other man didn't really care for my sarcasm.
"We were here first," he argued.
"Maybe, but I have dibs." He narrowed his eyes.
"Ma'am?" I looked over to see my waitress standing there. I had moved tables and out of here area. She seemed a little upset about it. "Is this where you're going to be sitting now?"
"Yes, if that's okay. I left a tip for you on the table where I was sitting." She nodded seeming a little happier then walked off.
"Well, if you're a Hunter, then how do you know that we're not whatever it is killing these men?" Sam logically asked.
"Because Boomer didn't try to kill you," I stated simply. "Animals are more in tune with the Supernatural than humans are which is why I have him." Sam tilted his head in a slight nod notifying me that he understood.
"Alright, look," the other guys started. I looked at him. "Claire, right?" I nodded. "I'm Dean." I narrowed my eyes at him. "How about we work together on this so that way we can get this over with and go on about our business?"
"I don't play well with others." I went to stand up, but Sam stopped me.
"Alright look," he said. I slowly sat back down in my seat. "Do you have any leads yet?" I shook my head no. "Well, neither do we. If we work together maybe we can find something."
"I haven't been looking long enough to find a lead yet." Sam gave a look that he was getting frustrated. Sam and Dean just looked at each other for a moment almost as if they were having a battle with each other's thoughts. I bit my lip looking between the two.
"Sam and Dean..." I whispered catching their attention. "Winchester?" They nodded giving me a questioning look. Well damn. "Alright. I'll team up with you guys, but just because I'm repaying a debt."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Ask your old man." They looked at each other and shrugged. The waitress came back and with their food and I ordered a barely cooked steak. The waitress gave me a weird look jotting it down on the paper then walking away. Sam and Dean just stared at me.
"It's for Boomer. It's his favorite."
"You buy your dog steak?"
"Only before a hunt. He needs his strength."
"What is he The Hulk?" I just stared at him.