Meanwhile, across the bar…

"We can go if you want," Sam offered, he knew this was making his brother uncomfortable.

Dean just shook his head as he subtly looked back across his shoulder at the couple.

The two brothers watched as Lexi appeared to get more and more irritated with her date. He had flirted with at least two other waitresses as the night progressed.

"What's his problem?" the older brother questioned Sam, who shrugged his shoulders.

They watched as Lexi made her way across the bar, headed for the bathrooms no doubt, and the man she was with took a seat back at their table.

"I'll be back," Dean whispered to his brother as he slid out of his chair.

"Dean," the younger man hissed, but his brother slipped away toward the bathrooms.

Lexi had turned down the hallway that lead to the bathrooms, she was pissed and if it were anyone else, she'd already left, but this wasn't like Oliver. Something was up and she wasn't sure what it was yet. There were a couple people who passed her, making their way back to the bar room. She felt someone gently touch her lower back and she turned quickly.

"Dean!" her voice was quiet, but startled, "What are you doing here?"

Dean held up one finger then indicated her dress with it, "First, wow, just wow."

Lexi could feel the blush in her cheeks and she couldn't help but look at her feet to hide the smile on her face.

"Second," he continued, "Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend's a douche? Come on Lex, you…you don't deserve that crap."

She looked back up at him earnestly, "You think I don't know that? That's not Oliver, I don't know what's going on with him, but I know him well enough to know, that's not him."

Confusion washed over Dean's face and hunter instincts kicked in, "You think he's possessed?"

"No," she replied, then shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I don't exactly have a flask of holy water on me right now."

She saw his eyes travel her body again, "Nope, nothing else is fitting in that dress."

"Dean," her tone was stern.

"Sorry, just an observation," he replied innocently, "Okay, you distract lover boy in there and I'll slip some into his beer."

Lexi nodded her head and moved past Dean back toward the bar room, leaving the hunter to watch her walk out, but instead of the usual smirk he would have, a tinge of sadness graced his features.

The dark-haired girl kept her date occupied at the dart board while her friend slipped the clear liquid from the flask in his jacket into the beer on the table and waited till he was on his way back to his table before she moved to get the beer.

"What was that about?" Sam questioned as his brother took his seat back at the table.

"Turns out," Dean began quietly watching as Lexi handed the man his beer, "He's not a douche, he might be possessed."

"What?" the younger brother asked in shock.

They watched as the man across the bar turned up his beer bottle and chugged the rest of the liquid down with no reaction.

"Not a demon," Dean stated, "So, that still leaves douche as a possibility."

Lexi was frustrated when Oliver drank the beer without any problems, she was so lost in thought she hadn't noticed the waitress had brought him another beer. The 'smack' sound that his hand made against the blonde woman's ass wasn't extremely loud, but it was loud enough to get her attention.

"Seriously?" Lexi was pissed and the waitress walked away, this might not be Oliver, but she was done for the night. She threw her hands up in exasperation, "I'm out."

She turned to leave and the hand that grabbed her arm was stronger than any normal person should be, he jerked her back to look at him.

"You're not going anywhere babe," he said simply, "We haven't finished our game yet."

"Take your hand off me," she seethed through gritted teeth.

"Dude, not cool," a twenty-something dark-haired man who had been playing pool had walked over to the altercation.

"None of your business bro," Oliver retorted, tightening his grip on her arm.

Fight mode set in for Lexi and she swung with her free arm and landed a perfect right hook, unfortunately it didn't seem to bother him much and he flung Lexi back toward the table they had been seated at. She fell before she reached the table and caught the corner with her forehead above her right eye causing a gash.

The brothers were across the bar before Lexi could sit back up. Oliver had just punched the guy who was trying to intervene in the face when Dean landed a fist into this abdomen.

"You son of…" Dean hissed into his ear before he pushed the man backwards to get another shot in on his face.

Oliver moved back out of the hunter's grip and held his hands up in surrender as one of the bar's bouncers made his way over to escort Lexi's date out of the building.

Sam had gathered Lexi up from the floor and was examining her forehead, "You okay?"

"I'm great," she said sarcastically as she gingerly touched the gash with her hand.