Ben got out of the Impala and he headed into the bar which looked exactly what you expect on the wrong side of town. He walked in with Dean as he looked around making sure he knew all the ways to get out. Dean walked to the bar as Ben followed the woman behind the bar a beauty probably about thirty years old. He smirked as Dean set in on the skill of flirting with her. Ben leaned against the bar as Dean got them both a beer. He took the beer as he listened to Dean ask her about the woman. She said she had seen her here. Dean had told her that he was a private eye looking into her death.
Ben was just as good with flirting. Though females were not his normal cup of tea. Dean had been the first to find out that he liked boys when he was a teenager. Though he did like girls to a point. Dean adjusted decently because he could tell Dean didn't know how to tell a kid it was okay to be bisexual. Though he was supportive and he tried. That was what had counted to Ben. He had slept with women and in the right setting along with the right woman. Though most of his one-night stands were men while he was in the Navy.
The bartender leaned over and patted Ben's cheek. "You have a handsome son. Is he learning to be a private eye too?" Dean didn't even blink but he looked at Ben for a second. Then he looked at the woman and smirked. "Ah, he is learning but he has already done a few cases. He is a fast learner." The woman smirked and patted Ben's cheek one more time. "Well, he looks like he is probably a lady's man just as much as you are."
Then the bartender had to go tend to someone else. Ben walked with Dean to the back of a table. "Well, this could be a good bit for us when we're trying to get info on the father-son." Ben looked at him as he shrugged. "Well for that year you lived with us that's exactly what you were and still are. So it's not that much pretending in my eyes. " Dean looked at Ben and softly clapped the back of his neck. As he headed to talk to someone in the back, the Bartender had told him to talk to. Dean nodded and said. "Go around and see what you can find out Ben."
Dean didn't tell him he was wrong or right. That meant something good to him. Dean wasn't too good at the emotion thing, and he knew that. He came to understand that more after he joined the Navy and became a Seal. You had to be tough and not show softness when you were on missions or fighting. You had to be a soldier and that was what Dean reminded him of. Dean and Sam's father trained them both, and he understood that John Winchester was a Marine. One day he wanted to ask Sam about how they were raised. Though he might be better to ask Dean he figure it out later.
After about forty min, Dean found him and leaned against the wall next to him. Dean spoke first as he watched the room. "So she has been around here. There is a specific man she comes here to talk to. He isn't here tonight. The people I talked to also said she never leaves with the man except one time." Ben listened and then spoke. "Yeah, his name was Eric Johnson from what I was told. He is about twenty-nine years old. He is a mechanic one of the best in town. I think when I go out of town to talk to her folks and friends from the place she grew up."
Ben continued. "What if you took the Impala in maybe adjust something that makes it seem like something's wrong and have him look at it?" Dean sighed he knew how much Dean loved the Impala. "I hate tampering with Baby but that is a good idea. I know what I can adjust without hurting her. " Ben smirked as he leaned back. Dean was the first person he had met who called his car a female and talked to her like she was a lover. Ben laughed as Dean shook his head. Then he signed that they should leave. They headed out leaving the bartender a good tip was helpful.
He watched as Dean texted Sam telling him that they would meet him at home. Sam had used his truck. When they got back they told Sam what they found out and Sam had nodded. "I didn't get much from the bar. She goes in there with friends and sometimes her husband. She would drink and maybe dance some." Ben nodded, so the bar on the wrong side of town was where she was more suspicious.
Ben went to bed that night and slept somewhat longer than normal. Nightmares as always as he woke up. The next morning he told the others that he would go get the coffee. When he got there he saw some cops and heard them whispering. "It happened again. The same thing there was a woman in the bathroom in that house. " Then another cop said. "Did she not see the damn crime scene tape." Ben just let his ears listen as he waited his turn. "This is a weird killer because there was once again no blade showing that she cut her wrist."
Ben didn't rush out because that would be suspicious. He got the coffee and the pastries. Then he headed back because this was strange. This woman was not someone who lived there from what he got from the cops. He drove back thinking that this ghost or whatever it was was upping his game and that was not good.