Dean had waited twenty minutes by the time he stepped up to the kissing booth. He held up a five dollar note between his fingers and flashed Astrid a winning smile.
'Hope this is worth the wait,' he said in a cheeky drawl.
'No complains so far,' Astrid replied, snatching the note from his grasp and very deliberately tucked it into her cleavage.
Dean was certain he hadn't seen her do that for anyone else. He licked his lips and leaned over the rough plank of a counter. Astrid met him half way, pressing her soft mouth against his. She reached for his hair and ran her hand down the back of his neck sending warm tingles through his body. She wore strawberry lip gloss and Dean tasted it on her as their breath intermingled.
'Hey!' someone said from behind Dean, spoiling the moment. 'The others just got a peck!'
Dean turned and grinned at the short, fat man behind him. 'Either you've got it or you don't,' he said smugly. The man in the queue let out a scoffing breath and rolled his eyes.
Dean turned back to Astrid who had a hand over her mouth, giggling impishly.
She pulled him back in and whispered in his ear. 'I'm out of here in half an hour. Come find me.'
'Sure thing,' Dean said.
As he moved to one side, he made a gun of his fist and sent an imaginary shot towards the fat little man.
'Go gettem tiger!' he said with a wiggle of his eye brows.
He sauntered back to the food stand only to find that Sam was gone.
'Where are you Sammy boy?' he said aloud, digging his phone from his pocket.
The phone rang only once before his brother picked up.
'Finished with your new girlfriend?' Sam said by way of greeting.
Dean chuckled. 'Told you before Sammy, gotta mix business with pleasure sometimes.'
For once Sam didn't bite. Dean heard him give an exasperated sigh but instantly let it drop. 'Better meet us behind the marquee. Looks like another hex bag death,' he said.
Dean winced. 'Typical. Alright I'll see you in five.'
He ended the call and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
Twenty minutes later Dean found Sam and Lady Logan-Hemp behind the marquee.
'Took you long enough,' Sam snapped, shooting Dean a withering glare.
Dean shrugged. 'You threw out my hot dog, I had to wait for another one.' He finished said item and screwed up the saucy napkin.
Sam knelt by the body sprawled on the ground. The girl's skin had a waxy sheen and her hair had started to sink into the grassy ground as though weighted with lead.
'You sure this is a Hex bag?' Dean asked, taking a pen from his pocket to poke at the girl's hair. He slid the pen under a strand and lifted it, only to have the hair break into pieces like glass.
Mrs Logan-Hemp let out a little squeal and took a step back.
'I certainly haven't seen anything like this before,' she said. 'Though I can tell you this girl was one of the local pack. Her name is Tiffany Agnes and she was one of Scott Macall's recent additions. I've seen them both around town. And …well…I do have a few ways to get my information.'
She left it at that and Dean eyed her suspiciously. He sent Sam an 'are we sure she is one of the good guys?' look to which Sam looked doubtful.
'We can't let anyone know about this! The fair needs to continue,' the uptight woman was saying, wringing her plump hands in front of her neat skirt.
'Don't worry Mrs Logan-Hemp. We'll find the hex bag and we'll find whoever is behind this.' Sam reassured her.
Dean rolled his eyes. He had a feeling he was about to stand up Astrid the Moon Goddess.