When they had finally arrived in Lorain everything seemed almost too normal. Dean, Sam and Cas drove around town to see if Cas would notice anything unusual. There was nothing not a scrap of abnormality not even the expected little odd things like a row between a couple in the street. This place was textbook 19 50's America. "They're all happy" Sam commented staring out of the window. "Yeah, too happy" Dean replied. "What's wrong with everyone being happy?" Cas asked innocently. Sam turned around to the angel. "Stuff like this doesn't exist Cas" he explained "in every town in the whole of the country there is Always something abnormal, stuff that just happens every day. 4 people in the last year now that is subtle. Too subtle." "Maybe we just got lucky" Cas suggested. Dean cracked up laughing "Yes Cas we got lucky." "Really?" Sam sighed in exasperation. "You're making an innuendo's at an angel?" "it's so funny when he doesn't get them" Dean chuckled. "in-your-endo" commented Cas with a smirk on his face. Sam began to laugh as he looked out the window. "Did you teach him that?" Dean asked Sam who found this deeply amusing. Dean gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead in frustration whilst the angel sat back in his seat with a sassy grin across his face. Castiel was later called back to heaven to sort out some business regarding some cherubs and something to do with their quotas not being given out which led to them sort of running around heaven like a bunch of five year olds. Meanwhile Sam and Dean checked out the bar where the disappearances had happened shortly after. There were no cross roads, no sulphur, just a substantial amount of gothic hookers, well there were five all lined up at the bar and all after Sam and Dean. They eventually found the owner, whom they were desperate to talk to. The pair sat down in the corner booth of the bar next to the restrooms. At first they could barely hear what the owner was saying due to the sheer volume of the heavy metal playing. It took some persuading and a careful manoeuvre past the girls but in no less than thirty minutes, to Dean's hidden dismay, the music was down to an acceptable volume. "that's better" the owner began "so, agents? What can I do for you?" "well" Sam said "we are looking into 4 missing persons reports" "what links them all" said Dean leaning forward and placing his hands on the table "is that they all came to THIS bar on the night of their disappearances." "well lots of people come in here every night some new one or two regulars but mostly travellers pop through. The ones who live on the road, few have called 'emselves hunters but there aint nothin' to hunt like deer an such out this way. Few weird ones on the phone to their mates talkin' bout vampires and stuff. I dunno I guess them lot are involved with them girls over there…" the owner stopped mid-sentence. "What is it?" asked Sam. "There is usually a paler one" the owner replied. "Dark hair blue eyes maybe she only comes to get her boys at night." "Anything unusual about her?" Dean questioned. "She's the most provocative of the lot" the owner said "apparently she is a dominatrix".