"This way, gentlemen," Haylee said opening the door to the basement.
"Haylee, if you don't mind, uh, how old are you?" Sam asked.
"Oh, this is embarrassing, but I'm 24." Haylee answered.
"How old are you?" She was asking Sam but looking at Dean. She thought that Dean was hott, but only cause of the car he drove.
"I'm 23." Sam said.
"And you?" Haylee asked Dean.
"I'm 26." Dean said.
"Okay, so now that we all know we're all legal. Let's get something to drink." Dean added. He smiled at Haylee as she walked down the stairs.
The basement was huge and nice looking. The walls were flowered and the floor was a shiny wooden color. To the right there was a living room set; pale leather couches, table, and TV.
"Bar's over here." Haylee said. Sam sat down on one of the chairs. Dean followed Haylee.
"So what brings you to Rivers?" Haylee asked as she handed Dean a beer.
"We're hoping relaxation. Or at least till we get called into work." Dean said as he took a sip from his beer.
"What do you do?" Haylee asked.
Dean looked and saw Sam shaking his head. "It's a complicated job to tell you the truth."
"Oh," Haylee said.
"What about you? Is this your job or do you have something else?"
"Well, I do sort of work here, but only when I'm working my other job." She paused and saw that the boys were waiting. "My other job is a bit complicated also."
"I see." Dean said. Haylee smiled and walked over to the couch by Sam. She sat down across from him. Dean followed and sat a cushion away.
An hour went by before cell phones rang. First Haylee's cell phone rang with the ring tone of "If you want blood (you got it)" by AC/DC. Moments later, a regular ring tone came from Dean's cell phone.
"Yeah, okay." The voices echoed of the same words. Sam looked back and forth.
What if she was like us? What if her "complicated" job was the same as ours?Sam thought to himself. He had been getting a weird vibe since they had met Haylee.
"We gotta go, Sammy," Dean whispered. Sam nodded.
"It was nice meeting you, but unfortunately duty calls," Haylee said with a half smile.
"That's okay," Sam said. Dean looked at Sam and back at Haylee.
"I'll show you your room and then I gotta go," Haylee said as if to read Dean's thoughts.
Haylee walked up the basement stairs. The brothers followed Haylee out of the basement, through the diner, into the front, and up the stairs. They were in room 5.