"So let me get this straight... you need to find this cursed object because a renegade demon told you that the King of Hell wants to get his hands on it?" Glory Johnson sat back in the red Naugahyde seat at the diner, looking skeptically at Dean and Sam. The brothers nodded.

"But you have no idea what the object is... and you don't actually care why Crowley wants it, you just want to keep it from him to piss him off?" Desi added.

"I never said that!" Dean protested.

"It was heavily implied that you want it just so he can't have it." Desi raised her brows at Dean.

"We need to destroy it because it's a cursed object and those are generally bad." Sam sighed. "The fact that Crowley wants it makes it more troubling, for sure. And yes, Dean does enjoy irking Crowley every chance he gets."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! If you could piss off the King of Hell without him trying to kill you, wouldn't you?"

Desi and Glory both appeared to think about that for a moment, before Glory nodded. "Fair enough. You do have a point. I'd probably fuck with him, too."

"We have a problem here, though." Desi's features took on a serious tone, and she looked from Sam to Dean.

"What's that?" Sam asked her.

"First of all, that bullshit that you pulled back there was really... bullshit. We have to pretend to be married to you while we investigate now?" Glory shook her head.

Desi stopped her. "Glory, we'll deal with that later. I mean the real problem."

"Oh. Yeah. That's a bummer."

"Oh my God, ladies, what's a bummer?" Dean was dying.

"This cursed object... it isn't a cursed object. It's a cursed person." Desi told them.

"What?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

"We're pretty sure it isn't an object at all. We think it's a cursed person. Which, to be frank, we've never encountered before." Glory repeated. "We think it's the new shop book keeper. Which you two would know if you hadn't been such epic assholes yesterday."

"You stole our names." Dean leveled at her.

"We didn't steal your names. We stole Sambora and Sixx's names, same as you did." Glory rolled her eyes.

"You didn't have to make a big scene and get us kicked off of the crime scene." Dean narrowed his eyes at her.

"Dude, you were sneaking on like you were in "The Pink Panther." It was ridiculous. You were going to get us all found out. I had to get rid of you. I had no idea who the hell you were." Glory waved her hand at him, as though willing him to disappear.

"I did not Pink Panther my way in! I was smooth as fuck! Listen, you obviously-"

"GUYS!" Desi and Sam cut Dean off. Dean and Glory looked at them sheepishly. "Stop arguing, Jesus." Desi continued. "We're gonna have to work together on this." She eyed Sam. "Whether we like it or not."

"I'm sure we can find some common ground." Sam said. He turned to Desi. "If you didn't know who we were yesterday, how did you know who we were this morning at the crime scene?"

"We looked you up yesterday." Desi gave him a strange look. "Probably same as you did us."

"Yeah, about that... we were actually wondering something." Dean started. "You two are supposed to be dead. Like, extremely dead."

"Yeah, so are you two. Several times." Glory quipped.

"Princess, we've been dead several times." Dean retorted. "How'd you fake your death? I mean, off the Grand Canyon?"

Glory winked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The waitress brought the check, and Dean reached for his wallet. "It's cool, guys, I'll get it." Desi smiled. She reached down into her large purse on the floor. Coming back up, she threw two twenties on the table, and she and Glory stood up. "We're gonna visit the ladies room. We'll meet you out front."

They walked towards the back of the restaurant.

"That didn't go nearly as bad as I thought it would go." Dean said, turning to Sam.

"If you and Glory can keep from killing each other, I think we'll be able to figure this all out." Sam agreed. He smirked. "And while you were busy arguing, I turned on the GPS on Desi's cell phone. So we can track them now."

"Good thinking. I don't trust them for a minute. Those girls are wily." Dean looked towards the back of the restaurant. "Come to think of it, they've been gone a while... you think they ditched us?"

Sam made a move to get up, and quickly found that his leg was stuck. "What the hell?" He looked under the table. "Jesus Christ. We are such unbelievable dumb-asses."

Dean found himself stuck too. He looked down. Their ankles were handcuffed to the table legs.

Dean looked at Sam, his cheeks turning red with anger. "Son of a bitch!" He turned to Sam. "Turn on that friggin GPS, Sammy!"

to be continued