Chapter 3
As they walked in Dean looked around and said, "Ah, there's our company. Let's join her."
Sam looked and noticed the same woman Dean was checking out at the police station. He wondered what the hell his brother was up to.
They sat down in the booth across from the woman and Dean smiled.
"Hi there! So… do we work this one together or will it be a pissing contest?"
"Excuse me?" She said.
Sam turned to his brother. "Dean, what are you..."
"Hold on Sammy, trust me." He looked back at the woman. "So what's it gonna be?"
She just looked at him for a minute. And then she smiled.
"What gave me away?"
"Your shoes, your jewelry, your hair."
Sam looked at his brother like he was speaking Klingon. "Dean, what's going on?"
"She's a hunter." Dean answered. The boots she's wearing have silver tips and heels, her jewelry is different religious symbols, for different situations. That beautiful piece of jewelry holding her hair up is a silver blade and, she has an anti-possession tattoo on her neck."
Sam was impressed! He guessed his brother did notice more than a pretty face.
"That's impressive." She said.
"Thank you."
"But you're wrong. I'm not a hunter."
"Don't tell me you're really a Private Investigator?"
"I am. And a lawyer."
Dean wasn't buying it. "A P.I. and a lawyer who knows about the supernatural?"
"Yea, it's my specialty. I'm Dawn by the way."
Dean just looked at her so Sam jumped in.
"Hi, I'm Sam this is..."
"Your brother Dean Winchester, I know who you are."
Right then her phone rang.
"Excuse me one second."
They were very surprised to hear her side of the conversation.
"Yea it was him, positive I.D. Yes, let the parents know. Usual cover story…. Oh yea, the disability payments, yes have them stopped. No reason for them to keep sending them when he's dead. Ok, I'll be in soon. Bye."
Dean and Sam just stared at her in disbelief. Dean couldn't take it anymore.
"You're a P.I. and a lawyer, which are both bottom feeders anyway, and you take advantage of families that are the victims of monsters?"
Sam was worried his brother was completely going to lose it in the middle of this diner.
"Dean." He said trying to calm his brother down.
"No Sam! Do you hear this? He looked back at her. "you know what's out there! You know about the evil and you use this knowledge to prey on families?"
She looked at him and smiled which really pissed Dean off.
"Now Dean…." She started to say.
"You know lady, I have met some real evil in my life, but you seriously, take the cake!"
She stood up and reached in her purse. Dean and Sam quickly stood.
"Relax," she said "so that part of your reputation is true." She handed them a card. "If you decide you want to know the truth instead of assumptions, come see me. I think you'll be surprised. And I may actually be able to help you on this case."
With that, she walked out the door.
Dean and Sam watched Dawn get in her mustang and drive off.
"Can you believe that?"
"Honestly Dean, I thought you were chasing after a pretty face again. Nice observational skills! Almost Sherlock worthy."
"Except for the ego! Jesus! The size of that man's head!" Dean went to sit back down.
"I think you'd give him a run for his money." Sam murmured.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing. So what do you think the deal is with this woman?"
"Nothing good. I mean a lawyer and a P.I.? Being the scum of the earth isn't enough? You have to add another 100 layers of scum on top of it? And to know about the supernatural world and to use it to exploit people? As I said, nothing good!"
"Yea, it is pretty bad, but I'm curious about what she said about knowing something about this case."
Dean scoffed. "Probably nothing. Just a way to lure us into her sleazy con. Anyways, we can do this on our own! We've been doing this for too long to not be able to figure this out."
Meanwhile, in the Mustang.
Dawn made a call.
"Felicity, it's time. Yep get the Winchester packages, ready and prepare everyone. We're going to have company."