"So, anyone catch your eye?" Dean said carrying two tall, cold beers over to a table that sat in the far left corner of the bar.

"Not that I can tell. So far, everyone seems normal?" Sam answered taking one of the beers from Dean.

"What's this thing up to? Everything's chaos until we show up? Whatever it's playing I ain't buying it."

"Well, what if the Siren left? You know, moved on to another town?"

"No, a Siren wouldn't do that? Since when have they been known to just drop off the map and leave?I'm telling you Sammy, somethings not right."

"What'd you expect them to do? A couple of hunters show up, and you think they're gonna come up to us and ask to be hunted?"

Dean thought for a while as he stared out the window of the bar, with one hand wrapped around his beer, and the other tapping against the carved, wooden table. "I don't know man? I'm just tired of this hide-and-seek bullshit."

"I know what you mean." Sam said.

For a while everything was quite. Nothing but the sounds of guys hitting on girls that were twenty years younger then them, and a football game on TV that no one seemed to be paying attention to.

"Hey," Dean broke the silence, as he nudged Sam's shoulder and nodded his head to the far right. "You see that waitress over there? Do you think she's hot? I think she's hot." He smiled.

"Yea, she is I guess?" Sam agreed looking over at the tall, thin, brown headed waitress who was talking to a couple of horny guys as she handed each of them shots of whiskey.

Sam and Dean kept staring at the waitress as if they where waiting on her to do something amazing. Finally they snapped out of their "hypnotic" state they seemed to be in once Sam started to speak.

"Well, we should probably get back to the motel. We can play hide-and-seek again tomorrow."

Dean reluctantly looked away from the tall waitress to answer Sam as he threw the keys to his 67 Chevy Impala to Sam. "Nah, You go ahead. I'm gonna hang out here for a little while longer." He finished taking a sip of his beer.

Sam caught the keys easily in his hand. "You sure? How are you going to get back?"

"I'll just call a cab."

"Alright, later." Sam added before he turned and headed for the front door of the bar.

Hours pasted as Dean sat at the table. People came, and people left. Before he new it, it was three in the morning, and the only people in the bar at the time was a tall, plump guy sitting in the far back on the opposite side of the bar, and the waitress who was handing the guy his fifth beer.

"Hey, you alright? You been here for quite sometime now, what's keepin ya?" The waitress smiled as she walked towards Dean.

"My job." Dean sighed looking out the window even though that wasn't the whole truth. Honestly he had a lot of things on his mind. His job was one thing; (with him being a hunter disguised as an FBI agent and all.) Though he had other things too. He just couldn't seem to get over the nightmares he had been having. He wished Cas was there by his side during this hunt, like he was in most of the previous ones, but he couldn't shake the feeling that, that was just not going to happen this time. It was kind of funny watching him pretend to be a real human, on earth, and not an angel from Heaven, since his "people skills" were "rusty" and he sort of missed it.

"Ahh, I see. The hard life of a Fed. I bet you're here because of the all the guys beating up on there women, aren't ya?" She said taking a seat across from Dean.

"How'd you know I was Fed?"

"Well, One: you're wearing a black suit. Two: you've been here for five hours now, and Three: everyone around here knows about all the men killing their wives."

Dean nodded at her impressed. "So, what's your name?"

"Anastasia, but I prefer to be called Ana. Yours?"

"Dean."

"Well Dean, hope your investigation goes well." Ana said, emphasizing investigation.

"Amen!" He answered drinking the rest of his beer.

"Hey, sweat heart!" The man from the other side of the bar shouted. "Can I get another over here!"

Ana smiled at Dean and left to attend her duties as a waitress.

After a while, Ana left the bar leaving a small, dark skinned, girl with wildly curly hair in her place.

"Later Dean." She winked giving him a sly smile before leaving out the door as Dean answered her back with a nod.

Finally once Dean had finished his fourth beer he had decided it was time to get back to Sammy.

A cab had arrived in less than fifteen minutes, and before long he was at the motel. He pulled out the spare key to the room of the motel that read 12A and unlocked the door.

When he walked in, he came eye to eye with a tall brunette who was sitting on the bed starring at him as if she had known he was gonna walk through the door.

Dean grinned. "I should have guessed."

"I thought you'd catch on?" She smiled. "Why don't you come on in and make yourself comfortable?"

"Oh, so you can hit me with that poison of yours and make me one of your slaves? I think I'll be just fine right her thank you."

Ana stood up and laughed him. "Oh but Dean? Where way past that now."

Puzzled, Dean took a step back towards the door unsure of how she had done it.

"How was your beer?" She laughed again.

"Son of a bitch." He said finally realizing. "Where's Sam."

"He's getting cleaned up." She smiled.

"God Sam! Every time! Out of everyone on this Godforsaken planet, you choose a monster! You can't just find a normal human being for once!" He thought referencing to all the times he had slept with a monster.

"Sam!" Ana called. "We've got ourselves a little problem."

Sam walked out of the bathroom, not wearing his FBI suit anymore, but blue jeans, and a red flannel shirt. "What is it?" He asked.

Ana walked over to Sam; one arm laid on his shoulder while the other one traced his chest as she looked into his eyes. "Well, it loos like your not the only one who wants me." She said winking at Dean. "I think your older brother here wants a turn. Come on Dean."

Dean felt a surge of control rush over him as he starred into the eyes of the gorgeous Anastasia. He wanted her so bad. Nothing in the whole world seemed to matter at the moment, nothing was gonna stop him, and nothing was gonna get in his way.

"Hmm?" She sighed, looking at both Sam and Dean. "I can't decide who I like more? I think I'm just gonna let that be up to you two. Winner gets to be with me forever." She laughed and stepped back waiting for something to happen.

Dean looked at Sam who was standing at the door way of the bathroom. He hated him. He wanted him gone. He was in the way of the beautiful Anastasia, and it was decided; he wanted him dead.

"Well Sam. Lets get this started." Dean said pulling out his eight inch knife as Sam did the same with his.

"You first." Sam smiled, feeling the same hatred for his brother as Dean now felt for him.