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Chapter 2

Perry's Diner

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Laura Jenkins leaned against the wall of Perry's Diner in Brooklyn. She puffed lazily on the end of her cigarette. She checked her watch, it was 2:15 PM and her break was almost over. She shivered in her coat. It was twenty-four degrees and all she was wearing beneath her coat was the mint green waitress' uniform that flattered no one. Her teeth chattered as she took her last drag, and she tossed the butt into the street.

"Hey, Laura!" She whipped around to see Marla leaning out the door. "Come back inside, it's freezing. I need to talk to you."

Laura looked at her watch and realized she had to go back inside anyway, her break was up. She strode toward the door quickly. "What's up?" She asked as soon as the door closed behind her.

"Could you do me a huge favor?" asked Marla, her face waiting for the rejection so she would have an excuse to pout her big, brown eyes and red, chapped lips.

"Depends on the favor." Replied Laura, she could see Marla was gearing up for and onslaught of her famous 'pity me' look.

"I have to pick up Andrew from school. Derek said I could take off the last two hours of my shift if I could find someone to cover my tables. Your shift would still end at 4:30 but you'd have twice as many tables."

She took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll do it. But don't make a habit of this. I'm only doing it today because I need the tips."

"Thank you SO much!" Marla said, she was already half way out the door, "I'll totally make it up to you."

Laura rolled her eyes. "No you won't." she said mumbled quietly. As she turned to walk away, someone bumped her shoulder. "Sorry," she said as she took off her jacket and strolled toward the kitchen.

An angry little man with a budding unibrow stalked toward her, "Hey! Laura, how many times have I told you, you can't take long breaks during the lunch hours!"

"Derek, it's like 2:30. It's not the lunch hour anymore." She said tiredly.

"That doesn't mean you can take long breaks whenever you want!" he replied.

"I didn't take a long break. I took ten minutes for a smoke and got sidetracked by Marla—"

"Don't wanna hear it." He interrupted, "You take your break and then you get your ass back in hear and get to work."

"Why, so you can grab it?" She muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought. Waitresses are easy to find and easy to replace. Get to work." He spun on his tubby little heal and walked into the kitchen.

Laura hung her jacket on the rack behind the counter. She grabbed her white apron and tied it on; she tucked a pencil behind her ear and waded into the battlefield known as the food-service industry.

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Dean opened the door to Perry's diner and nearly tripped over some waitress with shaggy brown hair. He heard her mutter 'sorry' but he was too interested in watching her backside walk away to pay attention to what she was saying.

The brothers slid into the booth of Perry's diner. Sam scanned the waitresses to find Lynn while Dean scanned the waitress' asses.

"You see her?" asked Dean.

"No, but I'm not sure I would recognize her, even if she was working today."

Laura saw one of her tables was occupied. She casually approached the two men at the table and handed them menus.

Dean looked at her appraisingly. Her brown hair was shaggy and fell just below her pointed chin. She stood a healthy 5'7" with nice, if not somewhat broad, shoulders and equal hips to match. Her face was round with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and pert little nose. Her gray eyes sparkled.

"Hello, welcome to Perry's," she said in a drippingly cheery voice, "My name is Laura; I'll be your server. Today, our lunch special is a tuna and cheddar melt on rye served with fries. Can I get you two boys anything to drink?" She pulled out her notepad and the pencil from her hair.

"Coke." said the two men together.

She chuckled, "Two cokes, do you two need more time to decide, or are you ready?"

Sam gulped, "I think we need more time."

"Okay, I'll go grab those cokes; I'll be back in a few." She turned and walked away.

Sam grabbed Dean's arm, "That's her!" he said in a hoarse whisper.

"You sure?" asked Dean.

"Positive. She looks like the girl from the dream and she said her name was Laura. Lynn Lydon changed her name to Laura Jenkins after the attack."

"Alright, what now? You found her, that's what you wanted to do, right? She's alive and well; can we please move onto a real case?" asked Dean.

"I don't know. What if Peter was possessed when he attacked her? Shouldn't we find out?"

"Sam, even if he was possessed, it happened three years ago, in another city, and for all we know, this Peter guy is somewhere in Siberia, livin' it up the Eskimos. There's nothing—"

Laura was back, "Have you decided?"

"Uh, yeah," said Sam as he handed her his menu, "I'll have that tuna thing."

She scratched something down on her notepad and turned to Dean, "And what can I do for you?"

Dean smirked at the opening, "Well, there's a lot you could do to me," he pretended to cough, "Sorry, there's a lot you could do for me, but I'll just go with your special."

She rolled her eyes and snatched his menu. She waltzed angrily away; and again, Dean watched her retreating backside.

Sam copied Laura and rolled his eyes but Dean was still staring. He snapped his fingers in Dean's face. "Dude, c'mon, focus, time to think with your upstairs brain. Okay, let's just say it was a demon," Dean was still staring, "Dean! Pay attention!"

"Aww, chill out, Sammy, lemme have a little fun."

Sam sighed, "Whatever."

It didn't take more than ten minutes for their food to arrive. But by then, Dean was already bored with Laura and was watching another waitress. Laura shuffled her way to their table and gently placed the plate in front of Sam. She nearly threw Dean's. "Careful," she said to Sam, "The plate is still hot."

"I'll tell what else is still ho—" started Dean.

"Finish that sentence, and I'll put a fork through your cornea." Laura interrupted as she stared him down with her eyebrows raised.

Dean shut his mouth.

"That's what I thought," she said, "and if that's all you boys will be needing, I'll leave your check and you can pay at the front."

As she turned to walk away Dean said, "I wish you'd leave more than a check." She stopped and looked like she was about to say something, but thought better of it.

"Are you trying to get slapped?" asked Sam. "Because, for a second there, I really thought she was gonna shove a fork in your eye."

"It's all in good fun, Sammy." replied Dean as he took a large bite out of his sandwich.

"You know, eventually, we're going to have to talk to her about what we know."

"Yeah, and?" he said as chewed.

"I'm just saying, don't burn any bridges." Sam ate a few fries and sipped his coke.

Dean stuffed his face with fries and sandwich. He chewed noisily and slurped his soda. "Sam, we don't know anything. All we have are a few wacky dreams and shaky statement that could mean anything."

Sam winced at his brother's barbaric consumption of his food. "So, we shouldn't even dig around? We've looked into less."

"Dig around into what? It happened three years ago. We've already looked at the police report, there's no crime scene anymore, no fresh evidence. What's there to investigate?"

"We could talk to the witness. Or… we could search her place? I can't just leave; I can't just let it go." said Sam with earnest.

"What do you think we're gonna find?"

"I don't know."

"Just eat your food." Dean wanted to leave. He wanted to get in his car and drive far away and never hear about this Lynn chick again, but he knew Sam wasn't about to leave and he wasn't about to leave without Sam. He put his head in his hands.

"Dean?"

"I know I'm gonna regret this," Dean said as he looked up, "But fine, we'll search her place and if we find anything odd, we'll talk to her. But if we don't, we leave."

"Thank you." Sam finally began to really eat. Dean cleaned his in record time and started picking at Sam's fries. "Dude, cut it out, I'm still eating."

After Sam finished, they made their way to the cash register, and Sam silently thanked any and all deities that might exist, that there was different waitress at the register. Dean was probably cursing them. Sam paid their bill and the brothers headed for the door. As they left, they spotted Laura. She was leaning against the wall, shivering, while finishing another cigarette.

"You know, smoking's bad for you." Dean said as they walked past her; he looked over his shoulder to see her reaction. She blew her smoke in his face and glared. Dean didn't even flinch.

Sam sighed inwardly and pulled on Dean's jacket. "C'mon, Dean."

They hurried in the cold toward the Impala, which was parked on the other side of the road half a block away. Neither brother had anticipated the difficulties of parking in New York City and they shivered like crack addicts the whole way to the car. Early January had brought temperatures below freezing and a snow storms were supposedly on their way. Dean's cold hands fumbled the keys until he managed the put the key in the lock. After a quick turn, the boys quickly got in the car.

"Okay, so where does this girl live?" asked Dean.

"Not too far from here; straight up this road, about two miles and then a left onto Birch Avenue and then the Milton Apartment Complex should be on our right. She lives on the ninth floor, apartment 979," replied Sam as he looked down at his notebook. "It's close enough, we could walk." He began, half jokingly.

"No, no, no, no, no. We drive. I was freezing my balls off out there." said Dean as he pulled away from the curb.

"It's not that cold." Sam said with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Sam. We're almost there."

"Yeah, but where do we park?" asked Sam.

Dean looked around, there were cars parked all along the curb, all the way up the street. "Oh, good point…"

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[A/N: okay, here's chapter 2, a day later than i was shooting for. but judging from the complete and total lack of reviews, no one is reading this anyway. so i guess it doesn't matter. regardless, i'm gonna try and have chapter 3 up by sunday.