"Hey Dean, take a look at this."
Sam slid a newspaper over to Dean, who was digging into his meal containing a large cheeseburger and a side of fries.
Dean swallowed the mouthful he had taken out of the burger and sipped his beer before turning his attention to what his younger brother had put in front of him.
"Five people reported missing last week, and three missing persons have been filed this week."
Sam tapped his index finger onto the newspaper article.
Dean took yet another sip of his beer, to then pick up the newspaper to read more into the article.
"What do you think?" Sam questioned, taking one of Dean's fries.
"Hey!" Dean rolled the newspaper up and whacked Sam's thieving hand.
"Hey, yourself!" Sam flinched and rubbed his hand, dropping the fry in the process.
Dean picked up the fallen fry from the table and placed it onto his plate, to then grab the ketchup bottle.
"You see these?" Dean motioned to the pile of fries with the ketchup bottle. "My fries."
Sam rolled his eyes in response to Dean taking the matter too seriously.
"Now." Dean poured the ketchup onto the side of the plate. He then took a total of four of the steak fries, dipped them into the ketchup, and stuffed them into his mouth. Brushing the salt off of his hands, he began to speak with his mouth full.
"I think..."
Dean paused to chew and swallow and to take another sip of his beer to wash it all down.
"...Demons."
Dean gazed at Sam who was staring back at him with slight disgust.
"Demons?" Sam shook his head. "No, I mean what do you think about the list of the names of the missing people?"
Sam took the newspaper, unrolled it, and attempted to smooth out all of the creases.
"Dean, one of the people listed is named Emily."
Dean looked at the list, and sure enough, the name 'Emily' was listed.
"Emily Benson?" Dean took his eyes off of the paper to look at Sam.
"Wasn't Benson the last name of the Mother?" Sam asked.
"Yes." A familiar voice spoke from behind Dean.
Dean turned around and jumped up.
"Dammit Cas, you've got to stop doing that!"
"Sorry."
Castiel approached the boys and took a seat.
"Dean, you could be right about the Demons." Castiel said, looking over the paper.
Sam opened his eyes wide. "If we could catch a Demon, we could find out where they took her."
Dean nodded and finished off his beer.
"Where should we start looking?" Sam questioned, seeking any options from the angel or his brother.
Castiel was frozen, his sight locked elsewhere.
"Not far. Look."
Castiel calmly motioned over to a booth where a man was sitting and staring right at them.
"Good eye Cas" Sam whispered, eyes never leaving the man.
"Would you two stop staring at him at the same time? Do you even know how suspicious that looks? It looks very suspicious!" Dean ordered, looking blankly at his empty beer glass in attempt to keep his sight off of the supposed Demon.
"He's coming over here" Castiel informed the two.
"Yes. Thank you, captain obvious!" Dean drummed his fingers on the table nervously.
Sam placed his hand onto the gun he had hidden behind his shirt and tucked into his jeans.
"Hello." The man's voice was surprisingly friendly.
Sam did not remove his hand from the gun.
"Oh, now. No need for those games. I know why you're here, I overheard." The man's eyes flicked to black, yet he smiled. "Call me Clyde. Well, that was the name of this here old cowboy… before I possessed him of course!" The so-called 'Clyde' tipped his hat.
Sam narrowed his gaze, glaring at the demon before him. His hand did not part from the weapon.
"Now now, I'm not here to hurt you boys… but that doesn't mean I won't. So, don't even think about testing me." He chuckled slightly, placing a toothpick between his lips.
"So you will take us to the missing people?" Castiel questioned ignorantly.
"I don't think so." Clyde's tone turned dark and the smile he held had faded. "...but I do know of a certain someone who wants to speak to you personally."
"Crowley." Castiel huffed, turning to look at Sam and Dean.
Sam and Dean looked right back at him.
"That's right!" The demon lightened up and chuckled some more, fiddling with the pick in his mouth. "Shall we?" he gestured towards the door.
The two brothers' and the angel glanced at each other, they nodded in unison before stepping outside.