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chapter nine

It's nighttime and Sam walks into a bar that he knows Dean is at, holding Evie. Dean notices his brother and leaves, going over to him, reaching him as Sam finds an empty table and sits down, placing Evie on his lap, and taking out his dad's journal. He's there for a moment before Dean sits across from him.

"I talked to the bartender." Dean states.

"Did you get anything? Besides her number?" Sam asks.

"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that." Dean says and Sam gives him a look. "All right, yeah." Dean holds up a napkin that has the bartender's number.

"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asks.

"Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so-- what about that symbol, you find anything?" Dean asks.

"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam says.

"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam says.

"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean asks.

"Right. Yeah." Sam pulls out a newspaper clipping. "His name was, uh-- his name was Ben Swardstrom." He gives the clipping to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal-- the door was locked, the alarm was on."

"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asks.

"Not that I can tell-- I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common-- they were practically from different worlds."

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Dean smirks. Sam's eyes trail behind Dean and he notices the back of a head of a familiar blonde. "What?" Dean asks and Sam gets up, holding Evie and starts walking away. "Sam?" Sam reaches the table and taps the woman on the shoulder and she turns to end up being Meg.

"Meg?" Sam questions.

"Sam!" Meg grins. "Sam! Is that you? Oh, my God." Meg stands up and hugs Sam who hugs her back with one arm, still holding his child and he is confused. After a few seconds, they pull away. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just in town, visiting friends." Sam says.

"Where are they?" Meg asks, looking around.

"Well, they're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin' to California." Sam says as Dean comes up behind him.

"Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." Meg says.

"Who?" Sam asks.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Meg says. Dean clears his throat loudly, but gets ignored.