The stout yet approachable barkeeper was tending to his dirty beer glasses in St. Patrick's when the boys walked into the pub. They introduced themselves as the FBI and they intended to ask him questions.
"Why's the FBI interested in the affairs of an English politician?" The man spoke with a deep Scottish accent.
"It could be connected with another case we're investigating." Sam explained.
"Yeah?" The man scratched the back of his neck. "Alright, I dunno how good of answers I can give ya but I'll try my best."
Sam smiled, "Thanks, that's all we ask. Now, does your bar sell matches?"
"Well my *pub* gives away matches and easy items like that during contests we host. One contest was who could drink the most shots in three minutes. I think that prize was the matches but I'm not sure." He answered.
"Alright." Dean pretended to write in a notepad. "When was this contest?"
"A few days ago I tink. We usually host every second Thursday but one bloke really wanted to show off." The barkeeper replied.
"What was his name?" Sam asked.
The man shook his head, "didn't say a name. But he was very energetic, really... Out there."
"Was he Irish?" Sam raised a brow.
The barkeeper nodded, "Yeah, I don't know where in Ireland he's from but he had a thick northern accent... And curly black hair."
"This might seem like a strange question but did the man have black eyes?" Dean said in a serious tone.
The man paused a moment, "um... I guess. Sure."
"Did he ask for anything? Besides the drinking contest?" Sam asked.
"Well, see I understand asking for the contest. If ya win, the drinks are free and you'd win a prize... And he won. But yeah that was the only ting he'd ask for. Guess he was just wanting some free liquor." The barkeeper chuckled.
"Dean, that's not usual demon behaviour... They'd just kill people for a drink not ask for some contest..." The younger Winchester whispered.
It was at this time when Tom had walked in, tired and needing to relax before he would lose control of himself.
Sam and Dean had noticed him and quickly asked the man behind the counter if the man who had just walked in was the one who had asked for the contest.
"Um... Nah, he looked a wee different. Different hairline. His ears seem normal to me, the other guys ears were on a point. Oh and the other bloke was taller." He explained.
Dean sighed, "thanks. I guess that's all we-"
A drunken man in his mid 40's approached the boys. He was wobbling but remained conscious despite his eyes blinking frequently yet slowly- as if wanting to sleep.
"Are-are you two chaps American?" The drunk asked, he had a very posh English accent and his suit made him to be a usually professional man.
"Yeah. Yeah we are. We're also with the FBI." Dean flashed his badge to the man.
"Ooooh my apologies dear old American pals. Didn't know you were government swines. You should be ruled by a-by a- um... A Prime Minister... Instead of your... Not. I hope that Canada takes you over and calls you... Calls you South Canada! And North America could just be called Canadia... How dare you show your face in my land... The queens land..." The man rambled.
"Sorry, he's not usually like that." The barkeeper told the Winchesters.
"Look, I don't want to get involved but Americans are the reason I still have a job. If they hadn't bought the Klein and Utterson Institute I'd be screwed." Tom looked at the Winchester brothers. "I've seen you before..."
"We're with the FBI, I doubt you've seen us before." Dean scoffed.
"Dean, that guy said he works at Klein and Utterson." Sam whispered.
Dean raised a brow, "So?"
"So... That's one of the buildings Dan said he was going to destroy. Maybe a jealous employee off'd him." Sam replied.
"Working off demons now?" Dean smiled.
"He could have... Summoned a demon... Maybe why he was saying how he didn't want to hurt Dan." Sam shrugged. "We should talk to this guy."
"You there." Dean gestured to Tom. "The one who actually likes Americans... We'd like to ask you a few questions about your job."
Tom nodded, "Um... Yeah, sure... Can we do it outside? I'm craving a smoke."
"No problem." Sam agreed and the three made their way outside.
"I knew I recognized you... But I didn't want to say it inside." Tom told the boys. "You're the Winchesters, right?"
"How could you recognize us?" Dean asked.
"Oh, I went on a website... ... They have a rough sketch of you two explaining who you are and calling you... Well, quite imaginative names." Tom said.
"So I take it you're not really going to smoke, just wanted to get us outside then?" Dean sighed, feeling tricked.
"Oh no I don't smoke." Tom smiled, "never have never will... Listen I need your help... I think I'm possessed."
"Dude... You'd know if you were possessed. You'd get like, super strength, speed-" Dean didn't get a chance to finish.
"And black eyes, right? I have all of that... But only at set times." Tom muttered the last bit.
"Listen, if you're possessed- you're possessed. No demon in their right mind would willingly take turns with their host. It's just not how it's done." Sam explained.
"Well then I'm the exception! Please..." Tom looked at his wristwatch. "Look, follow my car to where I keep my chair."
"Chair?" Dean asked.
"I finished making a chair to tie me up... I don't want to hurt anybody." Dr. Jackman replied. "Please... I need to know what's wrong with me... And if you can fix me."
"Dean I think we should help him. It would just be an easy exorcism- that's it. Wouldn't take more than five minutes." Sam assured.
"I don't know..." Dean looked at Tom, "would you pay us?"
"If you can get rid of whatever's wrong with me... I'll pay you anything you want." Tom pleaded.
"Drive slow then. We still need to get used to driving on the wrong side." Dean joked.
Tom's eyes lit up, "thank you, thank you so much."
"It won't take more than five minutes, I assure you." Sam repeated to Tom.
The Irishman looked impressed at the Winchester brothers remark, and the thought of being cured that quickly was almost impossible to fathom. But he couldn't stop grinning all the way to his car. As if the idea of being freed from the blackouts and waking up covered in blood clouded all rational thoughts. He was just glad he was almost free. With Sam and Dean's rental car following behind him, it was just a matter of time before they approached his spare flat. And he could be rid of his demon.