Disclaimer: While Lake Havasu is a real place. I am taking liberties with the shape of things and intentions of its founders. They were by no means pagans as far as I know. So I hope you are enjoying the story so far.

Again the boys aren't mine.

Chapter 2

Dean and Sam entered the restaurant immediately looking for a place to sit with a view of the door. Opting for one of the higher tables to the side they slid onto the chairs. " So who is this contact we're supposed to meet?" Sam asked looking around.

"I don't know. Bobby said she'd find us and just to be here at 9:30." Dean replied scanning the restaurant and catching the eye of the bartender. She was pretty, her blue eyes flashing a smile over at them. She walked over. Resting lightly against the table her waist length ponytail swinging behind her.

"Can I get you boys something?" She asked with a quick smile dropping the menus on the table in front of them

"I'll have a whiskey and a beer. He'll have an ice tea." Dean replied readily with a smile of his own as he picked up the menu and immediately looked for the burgers

"I'll be right back!" As the bartender turned, around a flash of movement from behind the bar caught Dean's attention. He put the menu down. The waitress moved with purpose. A bell rang and she picked up the order from the window and carried it over to the only table other than theirs with a smile and a flick of her hair she laughed at something the older couple said. She dropped the plates at the table and swung over to pick up their drinks at the bar. She sauntered over to them with a practiced swagger Dean couldn't help but appreciate. She set their drinks down with a smile.

"You're early" She said the smile never leaving her face but the tone of her voice echoed it's urgency. "I said 9:30. Give me a half an hour and I will meet you outside on the patio. Now, What would you boys like? A bacon cheeseburger and fries for you and a salad for the health nut?" They nodded their assent and with a flick of her braids she returned to the little room off the bar.

"Sammy. I think I found the girl I am going to marry." Dean said not taking his eyes off the waitress.

"Uh, Dean. Dean. DEAN!" Sammy finally got his older brother's attention. "If you can tear yourself away."

"What? C'mon Sammy it's Spring Break! Isn't this the time for fun sun and Romance?"

"Dean. One, we work at night and rarely see the sun. Two, there is someone or thing killing the girls here on spring break and three, please do not hit on our contact."

"Alright, Sammy, what did you find out?" Dean said resting on his elbows and tossing back the whiskey. The cute little waitress had brought over to him.

Sam turned back to the laptop bringing up the articles he could find on Lake Havasu, Spring Break and Jack the Ripper. "From what I can tell spring break is huge here but has gotten smaller due to places like Cancun. Mostly having to do with the drinking age.

As far as I can tell the London Bridge is the bigger problem. I couldn't find a whole lot at first but when I started looking into other outlets. Man, there is a whole lot of energy going on there." Sam stopped abruptly as the waitress returned with their food. His salad was huge and Dean's mouth was watering. Sam couldn't tell if it was the girl or the food."

"Okay, Boys." She said with a bright smile her green eyes flashing, stopping Dean midbite. "I'm done. I'm gonna change meet me out on the patio in twenty minutes. I hope you can eat fast." She flipped her braids at them again and booked it to the back.

"She is seriously cute," Dean said again with the grin on his face.

"Dean, We're here to work remember?" Sam said.

They ate quickly enjoying their food and ordered another round of drinks and headed to the patio. Settling back into the comfy chairs. It wasn't long before the waitress showed up. She had changed from her work uniform to black pants, boots, and a black tank top. Her pigtails were gone, her brown hair curling past her shoulders. She carried a beer and quickly grabbed Dean's shot tossing it back quickly. Dean smiled, impressed despite losing his shot.

"Thanks," she said settling into the chair across the brothers. "When Bobby called me back to tell me you were coming I was beyond relieved."

"So what are we dealing with?' Dean asked settling back into hunter mode.

"Way more than your average haunting or ghost. Believe me. Let's get out of here you two can crash at my place. I don't want to get into this here. The walls have ears." With that she stood up tossed back her beer and grabbed her keys.

"Wait! What about or tab?" Sam asked following her.

"Already taken care of." She called back. "Try to keep up."

Dean let out a slow whistle as she climbed into her car, A 1970 Trams Am Challenger in Flat-take-me-on-the-hood-Black. As she gunned the engine he knew this was the perfect woman.

They pulled in behind her at what looked like a small house off the main road. Following her in, Dean decided she was awesome. The house was lightly furnished, books on the occult piled everywhere. She threw her bag on the couch and went to the kitchen grabbing beers for both herself and them as well.

"So uh.." Sam started out, as it appeared Dean lost all ability to speak. "What's your name or should we just call you 'the waitress' all night?"

She smiled at that her grin sincere. "My name is Jude. And you didn't come here for small talk so let's get to it okay?" She led the to the living room and the stack of papers littering the table. She pulled her laptop up off the couch and gestured for the two to sit on either side of her.

She brought up a comparison chart. "These disappearances have been going on a lot longer than this year. Going back twelve years I have found that there have been at least seven girls gone missing during spring break every year. That is not a coincidence. This is no spirit. What we have here is a witch"

"A witch?" Sam said Shuddering remembering his and Dean's last encounter with witches.

"Yes, because of the vortex of power created by having the bridge here many people of the occult try to tap into it. Mostly they don't know what they are doing but there are a few who do.

"You see," She started pulling a map out from under another pile of books her arm brushing Dean's as she did so. Startled she smiled at him. "The uh... Hmm yes. Here it is. She had a Map of the city in front of them. She grabbed a marker following her words as she demonstrated. "Starting here at the far side of the bridge. The shape of the bridge and the main street is no coincidence. The founders of this town knew what they were doing. Creating this shape with the London Bridge as its foundation… You see?" She finished following the trail. "This is a pagan symbol."

"Years ago a vortex was opened here. And while the kids who opened it thought they had shut it one of them knew it hadn't shut and is using it to tap into abilities he should have."

"How do you know all of this?" Dean asked. "And what do you want from us?"

"Because I was there when it was opened."