Right spoilers for Hell House. Comes more into play later.

Same time, different place.

Bars were generally an establishment that housed two things: beer and people. These things coincidently were the exact same thing that Davan and her sister utterly despised. Well, second and third for Mona, Sheridan Crane was after all the Anti-Christ.

So Davan being the brave woman she is, held her breath and entered the smoke filled and sweaty environment. Not only was this a so-called club it was also a restaurant and a marina. You could tell who owned the boats by the drunks who kept asking equally drunk individuals to go out on them.

As Davan made her way to the bar to order a drink a very wasted man threw up in her hair as he was walking by. She screamed and then hit him. This caused the poor fellow to fall into a woman who was at the bar. Her friend spilled his drink and a very attentive blonde to say that Davan smelled.

"Oh my god! You smell!" Anyone who wasn't already staring joined in on the fun.

"Oh, go choke on a raisin." Davan pushed through the crowd to find the restroom.

Two minutes earlier

On the upside of the night Dean had a perfect fifteen minute run. He even made a new record: five numbers, ten minutes.He even had zoned in on a potential one-nigher. Couldhis night get any better? Well maybe if she had a friend . . . but nah he wasn't one to press his luck.

Anyway, he had managed to convince Candy or was it Lucy? That he was a representative for a music label. He had used this bait before and it had worked marvelously. This time was no different.

He used every trick including his revised technique and the perky blonde bought right into it. She even casually lowered the strap on her skimpy red dress. Now that was great a sign and in fact she was inviting him to make a move.

" So, would like to see my act? Somewhere more intimate? Say my place?" As Candy reached for Dean's hand, the unthinkable happened.

An obviously drunk man had landed in her lap, his hand went back and spilled Dean's drink, who jumped up just in time for the poor guy to throw up on his shoes. Candy pushed the guy off of her.

"Oh, gross!" Candy was disgusted and made her leave to find her friends. Dean was about to comment when:

"Oh my god! You smell!" Good ole Candy.

"Oh, go choke on a raisin." Said very put off red head.

Dean automatically liked her. Why? He had very found memories of red heads. He looked down ad neraly cried.

"These were new too. Damnit." He too made his way to the restroom.

Outside

A group of bikers were outside several feet from the entrance. They talking, cat calling and discussing what was the best way Kendall could wake up. Who knew bikers watched soap operas?

This was beside the point. The point was that there they were, outside no less. A scream for help broke them out of their retrieve and broke their little circle apart .The self-proclaimed leader of the group Jet pulled out his handy, dandy cell and glanced around the lot. Nothing.

"Hmm I thought there was-"

"Ahh! Someone help me!" Came the desperate call." It was a man.

Now everyone who was in the parking lot heard and was able to spot him. He was about 20-30 yards away and running for his life. He waved his arms vigorously. No one moved.

The poor guy was about to make it when he tripped over his feet and then was dragged by something invisible out of view. The bushes shook, a man screamed and a sick crack ended his pleas.

Jet and his buddies chose this time to help and ran to where he was dragged. Jet took the lead fo course and was able to run there faster. He followed the trail of sand and came to clearing where the bushes were and immediately backed away. There was a head but no body.

Inside

"Look, it's great and all you took the time to hit on me. I appreciate it, really. I do. And if were any other time I would sleep with you. Trust me. But that freak over there threw up in my hair and I smell like . . . vomit and sex is the last thing I want right now. But I will give you number if I change my mind."

Davan produced her cell which displayed her number. Dean accepted this and looked and looked down at his shoes.

"So I'm guessing you're the one who told Candy to go choke on a raisin huh?" Davan snorted.

"Her name was Candy? How sad is that? That's just asking for your kid to be a whore."

"Ehh nothing wrong with that. I think the freak who got your hair did the same to my shoes."

"Beer sucks. Look I really gotta go. My little sister is left unattended at this really cheap motel and her bored equals a whole world of bad."

"Cheap motel? The one right down there?" He pointed to left fo the room. Davan nodded.

"My younger brother will keep her company. God knows he needs it." Davan shook her head laughing.

"My sister, Mona, hates sex. Says it's more evil than Sheridan Crane. Oh she's from this soap opera she watches. I think Passions."

"Someone call the police! There is a dead guy outside!" Davan and Dean said their quick goodbyes and fled.

15 minutes later. Sam and Dean's motel room.

"Samers, who cares what the symbol means? It looks like a pen-pentagram? That's the star thingy right?" Mona took it upon herself to lay on Sam's bed and bother him the rest of the night.

"Because it's not and yeah it's the star thing." He was surfing the net for anything that had remotely looked like what they wanted. What he wanted looked something like across between a pentagram and the Celtic symbol triskelion..

He had no such luck. Why would that symbol be in a book and on a dead woman's wrist?

He was even more confused when his bother sudden burst through the door, shotgun in hand and was about to toss Sam a weapon when he stopped. He took notice of the extra company.

"You made friends?" Mona waved.

"Uh yeah, This is Mona, Her sister works for a tabloid and she-"

"Can speak for herself. My name is Mona and your fly is open. Just kidding. God men always fall for that." Mona sat up and checked Dean out.

"I thought you'd be taller." She rolled her eyes at his glare and waved bye to Sam.

"Later Samers." She left.

"Cute kid. Anyway we got a big problem."