"The fact still remains we have no idea what we're dealing with right now, Dean," Sam hissed as he leaned in closer towards his brother to avoid being overheard by the scantily clad waitresses sashaying around them. Dean took a swig of his warming drink and cast an appreciative glance around before turning his attention back to Sam, who was trying to keep his temper under control. "It could be a Vampire, because the Victims are being found drained of blood with teeth-marks in their necks. But it could be a whole host of other things too. There's no way of knowing for sure without asking Bobby, or doing some more research."

Dean scoffed at the mention of the word research, leaning back in his chair casually as he let his grip slip away from the glass. "Dean are you even taking this seriously right now?" Sam snapped before he could stop himself, earning a sharp glance from a man three tables over who was trying to enjoy the show being put on by a young red-head with a Venus figure and very obviously surgically enhanced breasts. "People are dying, vanishing, and you're not even taking it seriously. Great, why don't we just go back to Bobby's and let someone else handle this?" He snapped his laptop closed and emitted a dissatisfied growl before rubbing his aching temples.

"You quite finished?" Dean asked after a lengthy pause, sitting back on the chair properly so he could lean on the table, noting the look on Sam's face. Ever since they'd averted the apocalypse, Sam had been suffering from crushing migraines that came and went without any warning. "Sammy, it's probably a nest of Vampires. I doubt anything else is going to be stupid enough to attack in a place as large as Los Angeles. But if you're so worried it could be something else, why don't you call Bobby and ask him what else leaves those kinds of markings on the Victims and drains them of their entire blood supply? I'm gonna question some of the locals, starting with the bar-tenders. They'll see all sorts of crap working a joint like this," He battled a grin from his face at the prospect of talking to the hottie behind the bar, but before he could stand up Sam raised his hand as a sign that Dean should stay seated.

"Maybe Cas knows something," He began to suggest before cutting himself short. Castiel had been missing for a substantial while now. If he did know anything, he'd have come to find them before now and told them everything. But they hadn't had so much as a peep from the Angel since the Apocalypse threat. He'd simply vanished as soon as Michael and Lucifer had been pushed back into the cage. "You're right. I'll call Bobby, see if he has anything we can use."

The younger Winchester pulled out his cell-phone as Dean reached into his jacket and removed his fake F.B.I badge from the inner pocket. Licking his lips in anticipation, he stood up and made a bee-line for the bar, his face falling when he failed to see Angel. Instead he zeroed in on a middle aged man rubbing a glass with a clean white cloth. "Hey, you the Manager?"

Will raised an eye to whoever had spoken to him, taking instant note of the badge in the man's hand. He groaned inwardly before putting down the glass and giving the 'Officer' his undivided attention. "Yes'sir I am," He replied in an adopted oily voice, resting his meaty, sweaty palms onto the bartop as he leaned a little closer to Dean. "What can I do for you today, Officer?"

Dean recoiled slightly at the pungent odor coming from the man's mouth as he replaced his badge in his jacket and sucked in a breath of clean air. "We're investigating the disappearances that have been happening lately. Just routine questioning, have you noticed anything odd lately? Weird customers coming in and just sitting in dark corners or something?"

Will let out a hearty guffaw as he wiped his lip with the back of his hand, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow as he wondered if he'd said something hysterical. "Well, I was being serious but if you want to make a joke of it you be my guest."

"No, no, it's not that." Will replied as he calmed his laughter. "It's just, we always get people sitting in the dark corners not saying anything. They're called under-age teenagers looking to get their rocks off on some of my girls." He chuckled at the very thought, quickly shutting up as Dean cast him a long, cold glance. "But uh, I'm guessing you're not meaning underage kids right?"

"S'right," Dean replied with a false smile on his lips, his eyes darting off to the side. He'd seen a whip of long blonde curls and found himself hoping it was Angel. "I'm on about adult customers. People who seem to just, materialize. Skulk in and don't order a drink, don't talk to anyone. Just sit in the dark like they're not really there. Then leave just as quietly."

Will took the time to ponder this question as he poured himself a large rum, offering the bottle and a glass to Dean once he was done. "Now you mention it, there was someone the other day. Good-looking fella, maybe the same age as you. He was damn silent, didn't say a word to anyone. To be honest, nobody even noticed him come in. I asked the Bouncers: they didn't let him in. It's like he just, warped in or something." Again Will chuckled at his own words. "Dark haired fella. Clean-shaven, wore the proverbial trench-coat. If you catch my drift."

Trench-Coat?!

"Wait wait. This guy, was his trench-coat like a Beige-y colour? Black suit underneath?" Dean's heart hammered against his ribcage as he waited for Will's answer. The Manager took an irritatingly slow gulp of his drink as he thought over the question. Dean battled the urge to grab hold of his grubby waistcoat and demand an answer from him.

"Yeah, beige trenchcoat, black suit. Pretty blank expression. He was stood off to the side of the stage when we noticed him. Few girls tried to get a reaction from him but he didn't speak or move, just stood there. We figured maybe he was a retard or something. Pretty simply looking guy. But I tell you this..."

Will took a conspirational look to his left before leaning in and beckoning Dean closer. Swallowing hard, Dean leant in as close as he dared to, holding his breath as he did so. "I think this was some kind of a stalker guy, you know what I mean? See, he didn't move, didn't speak. Until he saw one of my bartenders. Soon as he laid eyes on her, he moved over here. And he didn't say a word, just stood by the bar, down that end," He pointed to the far end next to a door marked STAFF ONLY. "And watched. I can't be sure who it was, 'cause there was Angelina, Kaitlin and Sasha working that night. But he definitely kept his eyes fixed on one of them. None of them complained about him though, so I stuck with my retard theory." Will nodded his head before his hand flew to his head and he let out a groan of displeasure. Dean raised his head to see none other then Angel standing behind the Manager, a disgruntled look on her pretty face.

"Will I've told you before, that kinda language is fucking disgusting," She scowled at the Manager before throwing Dean a grin. "You hankering for another drink, Dean?" She asked in a softer tone as Will glowered at her fondly. Dean found himself lost for words as he laughed warmly - perhaps a little too loudly, as he drew a few funny looks from the patrons.

"Actually, I was asking about the people who vanished from here recently. Wondering if you knew anything," He replied. "Then your boss here mentioned a strange stalker guy at the bar,"

Angel frowned as Dean mentioned the stalker. She hadn't told Will, but she'd seen the guy once before, three months previously. When she and Ethan had moved into their new place, she'd seen the man stood in the window of the property opposite them. Just staring into her bedroom with a somewhat confused expression. "Yeah I remember him. Really cute, but strong-silent type. First time I've ever seen him, thought maybe he was lost. He could have been foreign though, he didn't say a single word the whole time he was here. Just hung around the bar and watched us working. It got creepy after a while, but when we went to ask him to leave he'd already gone. I will admit I asked Harry to walk me to my car and follow on behind me to my house. Just in-case the guy was some kind of weirdo who was gonna follow me home and butcher me, you know. But I don't know anything about the missing people, I'm afraid. I went to school with one of them, but that was a good six years ago now. Lost contact when we graduated. Pity, she was a good friend of mine. Lacey Chambers," She added, almost as an afterthought. "So is this guy like, wanted in connection to the missing people?" Her heart was in her throat as she asked the question. To have been in such close vicinity to someone she was now suspecting to be involved in one of the biggest cases she'd ever heard of was kind of creepy.

"No! No, no," Dean reassured her quickly. "No I was just wondering about him, because he mentioned the guy was a bit, um. Creepy," He scoffed as he said the word, disdainful to use such a word about Castiel. "If, you know, he comes back or anything, gimme a call." He handed Angel a small white card with his name and cell-phone number on it before giving her his trademark smile, casting another look across her beautiful face before he headed back over to Sam, feeling distinctly more down-beat then he had when he'd gone over in the first place. "Sammy, Cas has been here."

That got his brother's attention. Sam turned his eyes onto Dean as he cocked an eyebrow in shock. "Here? As in, here in this bar?" He asked as Dean nodded vigorously. "Why would Cas come to this bar?"

"No idea. But whatever reason he's here for, it's probably something bad. I mean, when was the last time Castiel showed up somewhere and brought good tidings with him? Maybe he knows something about the missing people and he's staking-out to wait for the next abduction. Whatever the reason, I say we hang round here tonight and see if he turns up. According to the Manager and Angel, a guy matching Cas' description was here the other night standing by the stage. Nobody saw him come in, and nobody saw him leave. It's got to be Cas."

"But why here? Why now?" Sam scratched the back of his head as he racked his brain for any explanation as to why Castiel was suddenly in LA just days before they had arrived investigating the missing people. Dean shrugged helplessly in response as he folded his arms and threw another look over to Angel. She was laughing at something Will had said, her brilliant smile going full-force. Inwardly, Dean sighed softly. Angel was definitely the kind of girl he could see himself settling with one day.

One day.