Nick stood there, debating for a moment, then gave a defeated sigh. "OK, let's grab a table and you show me what you've got."

Sam walked back to the bar to grab his laptop, while Dean and Nick headed to the most isolated table in the bar. As Sam sat down with them and opened his computer, the lone waitress on duty came over to their table.

"I'm Kelly, and I'll be your waitress today. What'll you have, boys?" Dean, ever appreciative of the female form, gave Kelly the once-over. Long black hair, brilliant blue eyes in a nicely tanned face. Curves in all the right places (breasts and hips), and a smile that packed a punch. He gave her his good ole boy grin as he pulled out a wad of bills.

"Hi there Kelly, we'll have a pitcher of whatever's on tap." He peeled a couple of bills from the wad and handed them to her. "Oh, and ah, get yourself something while you're at it." He peeled off another bill and handed it to her with a big smile. "On me." She took the extra bill, gave him a small smile and a thanks, then turned her thousand watt smile to Nick.

"Anything I can get you, sweetie?"

Nick, busy looking at the site Sam had pulled up on the murders, looked up for the first time since the waitress had arrived. "No thanks, I'm good." he replied, then resumed his reading. A strange look crossed over the waitress' face before she turned to leave, noticed only by Dean, and only because he was pissed at being given the brush-off. He watched as she walked back to the bar. She seemed tense, completely different from the easygoing face she'd just shown them. And for the first time, he noticed that save for him, Sam and Nick, the bar was empty. Not that he expected it to be crowded in the early afternoon on a Tuesday, but most bars usually had their resident boosters. And the bartender was a big, burly balding guy with wisps of wiry red hair wearing a wife-beater underneath a floral button up shirt and sucking on a lollipop. Weird.

"...Dean, Dean!" Sam's voice broke into his thoughts, bringing him back to the task at hand. "What? What do you got?"

"Nick was just telling me about a run-in he had with a succubus a couple of years back."

Dean made a 'come on' gesture with his hand. "Tell me more." At that moment, Kelly returned, a tray with a frothy pitcher of beer and three mugs balanced on her right hand. She smiled at them, her gaze lingering on Nick.

"Here you go." She lifted the pitcher off the tray and placed it on the table, then passed each man a mug. Again, she focused on Nick. "Can I get you anything else?"

Dean, still annoyed at being rebuffed waved to get her attention. "I'd like some peanuts please."

Kelly tore her gaze from Nick and turned to Dean with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Of course. Be right back." She looked to Nick once more before turning to go. Again, this went unnoticed by Sam and Nick, but not by Dean.

Nick let out a breath, and once Kelly was out of earshot, began the story again. "One of my colleagues is a psychiatrist and she got a call from the sheriff down in Crest Ridge that one of her patients had been found dead in his car. There were signs that indicated he had had sex prior to his death, and his eyes were covered in dried blood." He pointed to the article. "Just like these guys. So I headed down there with her to look at the body to see if it was something he legacy should look into." He paused to take a swallow of his beer. "We went and saw the body and got the sheriff to agree to let Rachel have all the medical and police reports and were heading back to our hotel, when I decided to stop off at a local diner for some food while Rachel called to apprise our precept of what we'd found out, and that's when I met her." He took another sip of his beer. "She was a waitress at the diner. When she came to take my order I swear for a few seconds she looked like my girlfriend."

Dean interrupted. "But you knew she wasn't 'cause your girlfriend wasn't there."

Nick looked pointedly at Dean. " I knew she wasn't her because she's dead."

Sam and Dean shared a brief look. Sam turned back to Nick. "We're sorry man."

"Me too." Nick replied.

Dean cleared his throat. "So, what happened after that?"

"We started talking, and I met up with her again the next day. Part of me knew it wasn't a good idea, because we were looking for what we presumed was a woman killing men after sleeping with them, but I was drawn to her. I thought it was because I'd found someone I could relate to, the way I could with Julia, but now I know it was just part of who she was, her allure, the way she lured men into bed. And to their deaths." He sighed deeply, and took another swig from the beer.

"So, how did you figure out that it was her?" Sam asked. "I assume because you're alive you didn't sleep with her so..."

Nick lowered his eyes, and turned his head slightly toward the wall.

Dean's eyes widened. "Whoa, wait a minute, you slept with a succubus and survived? How?"

Nick shrugged and looked up. "I guess she liked me." A shadow on the table alerted the men to Kelly's return.

"Here's your peanuts." she said to Dean and sat the basket down on the table. She looked to Nick. "Hey, you ok? Nick, right, your friend I just heard him call you that."

Nick stared at her for a brief moment before responding. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just reliving some bad memories."

She reached down and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that. You know, my mom always told me the way to erase a bad memory was to replace it with a good one. Maybe you should give it a try." She began to lightly rub his shoulder.

Nick smiled up at her awkwardly. "Thanks. Maybe I'll try that."

Dean, royally pissed now, cleared his throat. Kelly pulled her hand from Nick's shoulder as if she'd been burned. "Thanks." He nodded to her. "We need anything else, we'll holler, ok?" Again, she looked at him, her smile stopping just short of her eyes. "All right then. You boys enjoy." This time as she walked away, Dean noticed a definite stalk in her stride.

"So, how did you stop her?" Sam asked.

" She had mentioned wanting to go to San Francisco in one of our conversations, after I told her about one the piers. And after we... you know, she just vanished. So Derek, my precept, and I set up a trap for her on Pier 3, the one we'd discussed. When she showed up I got her defenses down by playing into her game, and managed to manacle her wrists, while Derek wrapped chains attached to a large weight around her ankles and we dropped her into the bay."

"Do you think its possible that these attacks are from this same succubus? That maybe somehow, she escaped?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Nick shook his head, "the chains and weight were heavy and the manacles were made of iron..."

Sam pushed on. "But it is possible?"

Nick nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, its possible."

Dean slapped his hands down on the table. "Okay. Now we know who and what we're dealing with, let's get moving, send this bitch back to hell where she belongs." With that he shrugged back into his jacket and stood.

"Wow, you don't waste any time do you?" Nick replied.

Dean gave him a sardonic grin. "Don't see the point. Seeing as you have all the great contacts and all, why don't we stop by your Legacy house, see if we can find out more about these murders than we already have. And see if anything strange has happened down by Pier 3."

Pretty much resigned to the fact that Mexico was not in his immediate future, and now uneasy wondering if Karen might be free, Nick grabbed his backpack from the seat beside him and stood. "Ok. let's go."

Sam closed his laptop and placed it in its carrying case, then also stood. They moved toward the door, passing Kelly who was busy wiping down a table. She looked up briefly, smiled at Nick, then returned to her task. Just as Dean reached for the door, they heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being cocked. They turned to see the bartender, wisps of red hair sticking up from his pate, a shotgun aimed directly at them. "You guys ain't goin' nowhere."

Dean, used to using charm to extricate himself from sticky situations, smiled at the bartender. "Hey, we paid for the beer, what's the problem?"

Keeping the gun and his eyes trained on them, he nodded his head to the right. The guys followed the nod to the small television set sitting just behind and to the side of him. On the screen were each of their pictures with the word 'Wanted' above them and at the bottom of the screen were the words 'for murder.'

Nick stared incredulously. "What the hell?" He turned to the Winchesters. They shared a knowing look before Dean turned to Nick.

"Keep quiet. And follow my lead."