The next night Sam and Dean sat in the bar that their Vic worked at before she'd been killed. Correction, tore to pieces according to the landlady who had let Sam and Dean into Meredith's apartment earlier that day. They had been guised as techs from the alarm company to gain access and the nice, if not some what opinionated, black woman in her 50's let them in with out question.
She'd even given them some valuable info related to the blood soaked scene, such as the chain and deadbolt on the door having to be cut by the police when she'd called them to report the smell coming from the apartment. And then of course, the fact that the poor girl had been discovered scattered everywhere about her living room.
There had been no EMF or sulfur at the scene this time. And the only thing they found of note was a very strange pattern in blood on the carpet. Dean had spoken with a local detective working on the case and found out that Meredith's heart had also been missing. Sam debunked werewolf right away because the lunar cycle was about half a month too early for one to be killing.
So Sam and Dean had the symbol that needed to be looked into and before they started that research they decided that the best thing to do was pay a visit to the late Meredith's place of work.
The bar was hopping for a Thursday night. Lots of young people their age, drinking and laughing at the bar and tables.
It was at such a table Dean returned to after speaking with the smoking hot bartender about their victim. Sam was sitting there already with dad's journal open, getting a jump start on the search for the symbol on the carpet.
"I talked to the bartender." Dean announced, sliding into the seat opposite Sam.
"Did you get anything? Besides her number?" Sam asked not looking up from the pages.
"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that." Dean said, appalled at his brother.
Sam now looked up with one eyebrow arched and a knowing look. Dean couldn't hold the smile in any longer. He held up the cocktail napkin with the phone number on it and chuckled
"Alright, yeah." He said.
Sam shook his head and went back to reading. Dean put the napkin in his pocket quickly. "But shh, don't say anything; Rachel's meeting us here in a little bit."
Dean had gotten the text from her about 10 minutes ago saying that she'd be at the bar in 15 minutes. He'd been very happy to hear that she hadn't left yet and that he would get to see her. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to hit up the gorgeous lady behind the bar for info on Meredith as well as her digits. He wanted Rachel, but he was a free agent and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asked.
"Huh?" Dean said, pulled from his thoughts. "Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables and everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you find anything?"
"What symbol?" A female voice said. Dean looked up to see Rachel standing behind Sam, who also looked up at her question.
"Hey Rach," Sam said and stood up to give her a hug. He watched as his brother enveloped her slender frame and Rachel tiptoe up to return the hug.
"Good to see you Sam. Especially when I'm not tied to a tree." She said and smiled.
Sam laughed and Rachel made her way to Dean next. He wanted to put his arms around her and kiss her lips. She looked amazing in her form fitting red sweater and low rise jeans, her waist length black hair was down in all its glory, all the more vibrant against the sweater.
"Hey gorgeous." Dean said and rose half way out of his chair.
She leaned over and gave him a chaste little peck on his lips. Appropriate for the level of their relationship even though Dean was dying to taste her mouth again like he did the last time they'd last said goodbye, when she sat on the hood of a car and they were pressed together hotly.
He pushed the thought out of his head quickly when he felt himself start to swell a little bit. Not here. Not now. They had a job to do.
Rachel took and seat and asked the waitress for a Corona, no lime. Dean also asked her for a beer. When the waitress left she again asked what symbol it was that they had been talking about.
Dean and Sam walked her through the scene and the discovering of the blood spattered secret on the carpet. As they filled her in the waitress brought the beer over and she drank and listened to them talk.
"So, back to Dean's question Sam. Did you find anything on it yet?" Rachel asked.
"Nope, nothing." Sam said shaking his head. "It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess."
"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean asked Rachel.
"Right. Yeah." She said nodding. "His name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on."
"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asked.
"Not that I can tell. But hey, maybe you guys can figure that out. I've got succubus on the brain." She said and took a drink of her beer.
"A succubus? Is that what your chasing through here?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Rachel said with a shake of her head. "Caught wind of the thing a state over after it had already infected 2 guys and made them screw themselves to death. Both their wives are probably still in the hospital."
"Yeah, that sounds about right for a succubus." Sam said. "They feed off the potency of the male during sex. One touch from a succubus supposedly turns the switch on for both partners and the need to have sex is so powerful that they can't stop. Eventually the male dies of exhaustion."
"That's what happened pretty much." Rachel continued. "I was able to save this one couple not too far out of town here but I lost the bitch in the process of trying to keep the guy and the girl separated until I could get them disinfected. I lost the trail out here and that's when I found our victim. I really appreciate you guys coming out to handle this one for me."
"No problem. But it seems like you might be round to give us a hand, no?" Dean asked taking a drink of beer, hoping he didn't sound desperate.
"Honestly, probably not. I've got someone figuring out where she'll be next. I'm just waiting on the call." Rachel said.
"Yeah, got to go find that little sex machine before she makes another guy rut to death." Dean teased.
"Listen, just because that's the glorious death your hoping for, doesn't mean anyone else needs to die." She teased back.
Dean nodded and winked at her. "Very true." He said.
She smiled at him then got serious once again and turned to Sam, who'd watched their exchange silently if not amusedly.
"So, back to the matter at hand." She said. "No one here knows anything about Meredith's death and the symbol on the carpet is a dead end for the moment. So the only successful intel you guys have scored so far is Dean getting the bartender's phone number?"
Sam smiled and looked his brother. Whose hand froze in mid air bringing the bottle to his lips.
Rachel looked at him as well and smiled warmly. Letting him know that she knew, some how, and was cool with it.
"Yeah. I guess." Dean said and took his drink that shock had stalled.