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"So to recap. The only successful intel we've scored so far is the friendship between Loryn and the bar tender." Sam looked behind Dean and I frowned. Dean and I turned to see what Sam was looking at. Sam then got up from his seat and headed behind us. "Sam." I looked behind us and saw Sam heading towards a short haired blonde woman. Dean and I looked at each other then followed behind Sam. The blond stood and turned around. They hugged and spoke until Dean and I caught up.
"I thought you were going to California."
"I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh and I met what's-his-name something Michael Murray at a bar."
"Chad Michael Murray?" I knew who she meant.
"Yeah that."
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway the whole scene got old. So I'm living here for awhile." Dean cleared his throat but got no reaction from either Sam nor the girl.
"You're from Chicago?"
"No. Massachusetts. Andover. Gosh Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other."
"Yeah I know. I thought I'd never see you again."
"Well I'm glad you were wrong." Dean cleared his throat again loudly finally getting the girl's attention. "Dude. Cover your mouth."
"Yeah I'm-I'm sorry. Meg. This is uh my brother Dean and his fiancé Loryn Halliwell."
"This is Dean?"
"Yeah."
"So you've heard of me?"
"Oh yeah. I've heard about you. Nice, the way you treat your brother like luggage. And you Loryn. That you cheated on Dean with Sam and that's really his baby?"
"Sorry?" I looked confused between Sam and Meg, the blond. Would Sam really say that or was she lying?
"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green Earth."
"Meg. It's alright."
"Ok awkward. I'm gonna get a drink." Instead of going towards the bar Dean took hold of my arm and led me outside. Once we were outside he turned me to face him. "You cheated on me with my own brother?"
"I would never cheat on you Dean. It's been only you. Not once since I joined you and Sam did I ever lie to you. It's been only you for me. If anyone's lying it's her."
"Hey hey. It's ok. I know honey."
"Then why would you believe that bitch?"
"Why you callin' Sammy's girl a bitch?"
"I don't know. Just...something about her. God."
"Honey. Look at me." I looked up at Dean and his face softened seeing the tears brimming my eyes. "Oh honey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have questioned you."
"Damn right you shouldn't have." Just as Dean and I kissed Sam came up to us.
"Who the hell was she?"
"I don't know. I only met her once. And meeting up with her again...I don't man it's weird."
"What was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What were you bitching about me to some chick?"
"Look I'm sorry Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important. Just listen-"
"Is there any truth to what she was saying? Am I keeping you against your will Sam?"
"No of course not. Now would you listen."
"What?"
"I think something strange is going on here."
"Yeah she wasn't even that into me." I smacked Dean's arm and he winced.
"No man I mean like our kind of strange. Like maybe even a lead."
"Why do you say that?"
"I met Meg weeks ago literally on the side of the road. And now I run into her in some random Chicago bar? The same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"
"I don't know. Random coincidence. It happens."
"Happens to me a lot."
"Yeah it happens. But not to us. Look I could be wrong. I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I quite put my finger on."
"I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect. Maybe you've got a thing for her. Maybe you've been thinking too much with your upstairs brain huh?"
"Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover Massachusetts. See if you can dig anything up on the symbol on Meredith's floor."
"What're you going to do?"
"I'm gonna watch Meg."
"Yeah you are."
"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe then sorry."
"Alright you little pervert."
"I'd have to agree with Dean on this Sammy. You need to get laid." Dean and I both chuckled before heading back to the motel. Dean went over to the table where the laptop was and took out his dad's journal along with some books. "Honey. You want something to eat?"
"Sounds good. What kind of food did you get?"
"Some bread, cold cuts, cheese, ice cream, whipped cream and the pies."