Dean raised his hands in a placating gesture. "This isn't what it looks like."
In response the bartender cocked the gun and re-aimed.
Just then, Kelly walked past. Since the bar was empty with the exception of Nick and the brothers, she had put headphones on while she dusted tables and swept, and was completely oblivious to the drama taking place. Seeing an opportunity, Dean reached out and grabbed her as she walked by, pulling her against him. He reached into the waistband of his jeans and grabbed his own gun, placing it against her head. She gave a small squeal of shock.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Nick incredulously.
Dean turned his head toward Nick. "Getting us the hell out of here." He turned back toward the bartender. "Put the gun down or I waste her." He demanded, grasping Kelly tighter. She gasped.
The bartender turned his shotgun on Sam. "Not before I blow a hole in your friend here."
"You might be able to get the shot off," Dean agreed, "but then you'll have to reload and I'll waste her and you." He pushed the gun tighter to Kelly's temple. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks.
The bartender hesitated a moment, then lowered his gun. Keeping Kelly close, Dean turned and pushed open the door, Sam and Nick following close behind. Dean pushed Kelly toward Nick's Mustang. Nick ran up beside him.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, moving in front of them.
"It was us not getting killed." Dean replied, side-stepping him to open the passenger side door and thrust the panicked waitress inside.
"Ok, we're out now, let her go."
"No, we're wanted and she's seen us, she stays with us." Dean slammed the door and turned to face him. "Look, we don't know what's happening here, but we do know the cops are looking for us, that they think we killed someone. If we run across any on our way, we need leverage, and a hostage is always leverage." He looked into the car at the frightened waitress, face wet with tears as she stared back defiantly.
Nick dropped his hands. "Okay, but no matter what happens, she doesn't get hurt. I don't budge on that." He turned to look at Kelly in the passenger seat and she gave him a weak smile.
"Okay, fine. Let's get going." Dean started walking toward the Impala.
Nick called to him, "Where are we going?"
"Your Legacy house. We need to figure out what's going on here, and that seems like the best place to start looking for answers."
Nick let out a deep sigh and walked around his car to the driver's side. He peered in and gave Kelly what he hoped was a reassuring smile before he opened the door and climbed in. While he didn't agree with Dean's methods, he knew he was right. If anyone would be able to help them discover what was happening, it was his fellow Legacy members.
Back inside the bar, shotgun tucked safely away, the Trickster raised a lollipop to his lips. While the sugary confection melted in his mouth, the rest of him morphed from the balding, middle-aged paunchy bartender into his original form. Smooth as silk, he thought to himself, smiling around the sucker. Now it was time for the succubus to do her part.