AN/Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural Cas would have never gone dark side and would have a very lovely lady friend.
I know I know, I haven't updated this in forever and this chapter is uber short and really bites but hey! It's an update right? -ducks as shoes get thrown at her- OK, OK! I'll keep working on it!
Dean sighed as he watched Sam and Sandy drive away on their date. Really it was about damn time but Dean couldn't help but think: How long had it been since he himself had had a normal date? Sheesh, he couldn't even remember! Not that he'd ever been able to attract the kind of girl that would go out on steady dates with him to begin with. Dean sighed again and flopped onto the bed.
"Well this bites." He groused as he looked at the clock.
He rolled off the bed and pulled on his boots, grabbing his leather jacket on his way out the door. After making sure the door was locked he made his way down the street to the local bar. It wasn't really his kind of place but it'd do. He sat at the bar, ordered his usual and settled in to kill some time til the love birds returned.
About a week passed and they were back on the road again. Sam was asleep in the back seat and Sandy was navigating up front and filling Dean in on their latest hunt.
"I'm telling you Dean this isn't a simple salt and burn here. I mean think about it, these people have had their eyeballs ripped out of their skulls!" She sighed.
They had been arguing about what could be causing the mayhem in typical small town USA. Dean thought it was a really pissed off spirit but Sandy thought it was an old Irish Dullahan. Sam had wisely stayed out of it, doing research on other things while the stubborn pair fought it out.
"Besides that my research supports my theory! The Dullahan loathes people with good eyesight and all the people that have been attacked had perfect vision. There's only one person that has survived with their eyes. I saw the picture. She was wearing a gold necklace and gold is the only thing that can scare off a Dullahan." Sandy pointed out.
Dean sighed and shook his head as they pulled into their latest hotel.
"Fine, we'll question her tomorrow. See if she saw this thing." Dean said, turning off the car and going to get their rooms. Sandy grinned triumphantly as she turned to wake Sam up.
"Hey sleepyhead, time to wake up." she said softly, poking her boyfriend's sleepy form with a soda bottle.
She snickered as he jumped awake, looking around.
"We're here." she said, opening her door and stepping out into the cool October air.